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

...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...thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy man* — as I do here. CLXXXV. My task is done — my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an...

...with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terrour, — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was, as it were, a child...near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here. LESSON CXXXII. On the use and abuse of amusements. — ALISON. IT were unjust and ungrateful to conceive...

...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...here. My task is done — my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The spell should break of this protracted dream. The torch...

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...with thy breakers—they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror—'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee,...thy billows far and 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...

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...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...thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane—as I do here. CLXXXV. My task is done — my song bath ceased— my theme Has died into an echo...