Note 214 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.
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Fair blows the breeze: the seamen loose the sail:— O men that know not love, your favoring gale Steals half my soul, Andragathos, from me! Thrice lucky ships, and billows of the sea Thrice blessed, and happiest breeze that bears the boy! Oh would I were a dolphin, that my joy, Here on my shoulders ferried, might behold Rhodes, the fair island thronged with boys of gold!