 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...  THE EDINBURGH REVIEW OF CRITICAL JOURNAL - Side 116av DAVID WILLISON - 1818Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
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...man's ravage... LORD BYRON from the poem 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage', 1818 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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...engineers should lead to more effective and economical offshore construction. 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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...which paraphrases a stanza of Lord Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto I: And l have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast...to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy l wantoned with thy breakers,... And l trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy... | |
 | Rodney Farnsworth - 2001 - 360 sider
...vouthiul sports u as on thy hreasi to he Borne. like thy bnbbles. onward: from a bov ! wantoned with tby breakers — they to me Were a delight: and if the...And trusted to thy billows far and near. And laid m\ hand upon tby mane — as I do here l184l. Here. more than just Harold(Byron as a child or adolescent... | |
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