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chapter-348		chapter-348			.txt	text/plain	223	10	78	With husky-haughty lips, O sea! With husky-haughty lips, O sea! Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,) Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal, Thy ample, smiling face, dashd with the sparkling dimples of the sun, Thy brooding scowl and murk--thy unloosd hurricanes, Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness; Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears--a lack from all eternity in thy content, (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest--no less could make thee,) Thy lonely state--something thou ever seekst and seekst, yet never gainst, Surely some right withheld--some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of And rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves, A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,) Outsurging, muttering from thy souls abysms, Thou tellest to a kindred soul.	./cache/chapter-348.txt	./txt/chapter-348.txt