Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! John Keats (1795-1821) British poet.

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John O’Brien

They sing the songs of all the earth,

Of tender sky, and dimpling sea,

But all their strains have not the worth

Of one Australian song, for me.

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