And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like shy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers. . . . . And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

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