Herman Melville (Герман Мелвилл)

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HEALED of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine. 

1. The College Colonel
2. Jack Roy
3. The Night March
4. Crossing the Tropics
5. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening

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