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" And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing... "
Fly - Side 60
1839
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Bind 30

1818 - 638 sider
...thou guest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And1 1 Have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles,...near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here. My task is done — my song hath' ceased — my theme: Has died into an echo ; it is fit The spell...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 3

1818 - 762 sider
...and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like Uiy bubbles, onward: from a boy J wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight...billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — aa I do here. 185. My task is done — my song hath ceased— my theme Has died into nn echo ;...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 44

1838 - 884 sider
...breast to be Borne, like thy bubblei, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers— they to mo Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them...And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here." What connexion of thought or feeling is there between the first and the second of these stanzas ? None....
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Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 64

1848 - 788 sider
...thon goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. " And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to" be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'dwith thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 33

1833 - 1006 sider
...CRINGLE S LOG. CHAP. XIX. BRINGIHO UP LEE WAV. " Anil I have loved theef Ocean' and my loy, Of youthful sports, was on thy breast to be Borne like thy bubbles onward — Prom a boy, I wantoned with thy breakers. They to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea...
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The Eclectic Review, Bind 10;Bind 28

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 sider
...thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. • And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles,...near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here. ' My task is done — my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The spell...
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The Kaleidoscope: or, Literary and scientific mirror, Bind 1

1821 - 438 sider
...; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles,...were a child of thee. And trusted to thy billows far ind near, '• • •! laid in v band upon thy nunc— :, > I do here. LE PATTISSIER. Monsieur grown...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Bind 3

1818 - 806 sider
...thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. 184. And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy 1 wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a...
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The works, of ... lord Byron, Bind 7

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 sider
...goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. CL XXXIV. And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles,...was as it were a child of thee , And trusted to thy billo ws far and near , And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here., CLXXXV. My task is done —...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Bind 7–8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sider
...ihougoest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. CLXXXIV. And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy 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; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror...
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