The storm is up; the anchor spring, And man the sails, my merry men; I must not lose the carolling Of ocean in a hurricane. George Gray.(Quoted by the Rev. G. Gilfilian in the Life of Falconer, in his edition of the British Poets.)
And I have loved thee, ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantond with thy breakersthey to me Were a delight; and if the freshning sea Made them a terrortwas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy maneas I do here. Byron.Childe Harold, Canto IV. Stanza 184.