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“Such words that agèd Sire of honoured mien still was exclaiming, as we spread the wing to catch the sea-breath gentle and serene, and from the well-known Port went sorrowing: After the manner of far-faring men, when loosed the sail we garred the welkin ring crying ‘Boon Voyage!’ whereupon the breeze made every trunk glide off with ’customed ease.