...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...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...

...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...thy 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...

...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...thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here." These Stanzas may be separated from the Poem — the feeling of readers innumerable...

...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...thy billows far and near. 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...

...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 Made thrm a terror, 'twas a childish fear ; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy blllows...

...monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. 184. And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful...thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here. 185. My task is done— my song hath ceased— my theme Has died into an echo...

...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...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...

...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...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...

...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,...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 —...

...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...'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of tbee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here. CLXXXV....