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A captive fettered at the oar of gain. - [Avarice] Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock; Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide. - Shipwreck (canto III, l. 642) [Shipwreck] High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day. - The Shipwreck (canto I, III, l. 3) [Sun] Thou living ray of intellectual fire. - The Shipwreck (canto I, l. 104) [Intellect] The sacred lamp of day Now dipt in western clouds his parting day. - The Shipwreck (canto II, l. 27) [Sunset]
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