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Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles. - Aeschylus, Prometheus Chained (l. 95) How the waves of the sea kiss the shore! - Anacreon Neptune's white herds lowing o'er the deep. - Ludovico Ariosto The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land. - Bible, Isaiah (ch. XXI, v. 1) He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. - Bible, Job (ch. XLI, v. 31) When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a swaddlingband for it, And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors, And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed? - Bible, Job (ch. XXXVIII, v. 9-11) If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. - Bible, Psalms (ch. CXXXIX, v. 9-10) Deep calleth upon deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. - Bible, Psalms (ch. XLII, v. 7) While black with storms the ruffled ocean rolls, and from the fisher's art defends her finny shoals. - Sir Richard Blackmore The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. - Robert Browning, Luria (act I) Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. - William Cullen Bryant That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. - William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis (l. 43) How the giant element from rock to rock leaps with delirious bound! - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe Harold (canto III, st. 2) Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 179) Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 182) The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 183) And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like shy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers. . . . . And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 184) There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Don Juan (canto V, st. 5) What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song? - Joseph Edwards Carpenter, What are the Wild Waves Saying? I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter), The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter), The Sea The great fishpond (the sea). - Thomas Dekker (Decker), The Honest Whore (pt. I, act I, sc. 2) One height Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light, And he could hear its multitudinous roar, Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore. - George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross) Behold the Sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July; Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men; Creating a sweet climate by my breath, Washing out harms and griefs from memory, And, in my mathematic ebb and flow, Giving a hint of that which changes not. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Sea Shore Displaying page 1 of 3 for this topic: Next >> [1] 2 3
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