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...the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease, Whom slumber soothes not — pleasures cannot please ; Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart...danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? *#*****#* Death!...

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