 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 works of lord Byronby George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820Snippet view - About this book
 | George Gordon Byron - Poetry - 1994 - 884 pages
...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 — 't was a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee. And trusted to thy billows far and... | |
 | 梁柱東 - 1995 - 1032 pages
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 | Paul H. Fry - Poetry - 1995 - 276 pages
...the parentage of Ocean and then denies even that priority by taming the great devourer to his will: For I was as it were a Child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here. (4.184) The ocean is Byron's... | |
 | 梁柱東 - 1995 - 1042 pages
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 | Stephen Bygrave - Literary Criticism - 1996 - 364 pages
...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...was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here. (Complete Poetical Works, vo1.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Poetry - 1996 - 868 pages
...the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. CLXXXIV CLXXXI Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them...pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, 1655 And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here. My task... | |
 | Warren Stevenson - Literary Criticism - 1996 - 166 pages
...autobiographical touch: 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 fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far... | |
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