Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them... Many thoughts of many minds. Compiled by H. Southgate - Page 542 edited by - 1862 Full view -
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