George Gordon Byron"Roll on, Thou..." (From Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto the Second, CLXXIX.)Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin his control
Stops with the shore; -- upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, not does remain
A shadow of mans ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelld, uncoffind, and unknown.

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