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Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Sea Fairies; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)

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Acting the law we live by without fear;
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Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

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