re!
And she's fading down the river,
Temeraire! Temeraire!
Now the sunset breezes shiver,
And she's fading down the river,
But in England's song for ever
She's the Fighting Temeraire._

HENRY NEWBOLT

DON QUIXOTE'S FIGHT WITH THE WINDMILLS

"I beseech your worship, Sir Knight-errant," quoth Sancho to his master,
"be sure you don't forget what you promised me about the island; for I
dare say I shall make shift to govern it, let it be never so big."

"You must know, friend Sancho," replied Don Quixote, "that it has been
the constant practice of knights-errant in former ages to make their
squires governors of the islands or kingdoms they conquered."

As they were thus discoursing, they discovered some thirty or forty
windmills that are in that plain; and as soon as the knight had spied
them, "Fortune," cried he, "directs our affairs better than we ourselves
could have wished: look yonder, friend Sancho, there are at least thirty
outrageous giants, whom I intend to encounter; and having deprived them
of life, we will begin to enrich ourselves with their spoils; for they
are lawful prize; and the extirpation of that cursed brood will be an
acceptable service to Heaven."

"What giants?" quoth Sancho Panza.

"Those whom thou seest yonder," answered Don Quixote, "with their long
extended arms; some of that detested race have arms of so immense a
size, that sometimes they reach two leagues in length."

"Pray look better, sir," quoth Sancho; "those things yonder are no
giants, but windmills, and the arms you fancy, are their sails, which
being whirled about by the wind, make the mill go."

"'Tis a sign," cried Don Quixote, "thou art but little acquainted with
adventures! I tell thee, they are giants; and therefore if thou art
afraid, go aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in a
dreadful unequal combat against them all." This said, he clapped spurs
to his horse Rozinante, without giving ear to his squire Sancho, who
bawled out to him, and assured him that they were windmills, and no
giants. But he was so fully possessed with a strong conceit of the
contrary, that he did not so much as hear his squire's outcry, nor was
he sensible of what they were, although he was already very near them;
far from that: "Stand, cowards," cried he, as loud as he could; "stand
your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight,
who dares en