It is pathetic to look upon the wreck of work not a century old and to wonder how much of it will be preserved for future generations.
Turner himself deemed the 'Temeraire' one of his best pictures, and from the beginning intended to bequeath it to the National Gallery, refusing to sell it for any price whatever.
There's a far bell ringing, At the setting of the sun, And a phantom voice is singing Of the great days done.
There's a far bell ringing, And a phantom voice is singing Of renown for ever clinging To the great days done.
Now the sunset breezes shiver, _Temeraire! Temeraire!_ 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_.'[4] [Footnote 4: _The Fighting Temeraire_.

Henry Newbolt.].