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The Poetical Works of Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton, Bart. M.P.

Note 14 — BOOK IX.

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—Page 360, stanza xciv.

"I was shot Into a ridge of what they call a floe.

The smaller kind of ice-field is called by the northern whale-fishers "a floe,"—the name is probably of very ancient date.

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