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. Misgivings
2. The Ravaged Villa
3. To Ned
4. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening
5. The College Colonel

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