With the low paling, form'd of wreck, around:
There dwells a fisher; if you view his boat,
With bed and barrel—'tis his house afloat;
Look at his house, where ropes, nets, blocks, abound,
Tar, pitch, and oakum—'tis his boat aground:
That space enclosed but little he regards,
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Spread o'er with relics of masts, sails, and yards;
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Fish by the wall on spit of elder rest,