“He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.”

—  Robert Pollok , book The Course of Time

Book iv, line 689. Compare: "And I have loved thee, Ocean! … And laid my hand upon thy mane,—as I do here", Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812-1818), Canto IV, st. 184.
The Course of Time (published 1827)

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