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...Of youthful sports, was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers, — they to me Were a delight ;...thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here. 6. My task is done — my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo...

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...exclamation — " Yes, by George, I've seen it in all these situations." And at these concluding lines — " For I was, as it were, a child of thee, " And trusted...thy billows far and near, "And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here." "I have done it a hundred times," again chimed in the Captain. " Laid my hand,...

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...Of youthful sport, was on thy breast to be Borne like thy bubbles onward,— from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers, — they to me Were a delight ; and if the fresh'ning sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was, as it were, a child of thee...

...and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne like the bubbles, onward ; from a boy, I wantoned with thy breakers— they to me Were a delight;...thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here. In the dreams of delight, which with ardor we Oft the phantom of sorrow appears...