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...seaman's feelings upon his element, contrasted with those of one incapable of sharing them : — " Say, who can tell — not thou luxurious slave, Whose soul...sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of indolence and ease, Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please : Say, who can tell, save he whose...

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...There is a wildness about it which captivates the imagination far more than any regulated pursuit : " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change." 6 Mahogany, as sailors call it, on account of its hardness. Hence boys are so much taken with it ;...

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