'Twas the returning tide, that afar from the waste of the ocean, With the first dawn of the day, came heaving and hurrying landward. H. W. LONGFELLOW. [From Twilight.] LIKE the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. H. W. LONGFELLOW. [From The Saga of King Olaf, xiv.] HE waters vast THE Filled them with a vague devotion, With the freedom and the motion, With the roll and roar of ocean And the sounding blast. H. W. LONGfellow. [From Four by the Clock.] THE heavy breathing of the sea Is the only sound that comes to me. H. W. LONGFELLOW. [From The Courtship of Miles Standish, iv.] LIKE an awakened conscience, the sea was moaning and tossing, Beating remorseful and loud the mutable sands of the sea shore. H. W. LONGFELLOW. [From The Building of the Ship.] THAT awful, pitiless sea, With all its terror and mystery, The dim, dark sea, so like unto death, That divides and yet unites mankind! H. W. LONGFellow. The Ocean. THE ocean, at the bidding of the Moon, Mute listener to that sound so grand and lone- CHARLES TENNYSON TURner. The Quiet Tide near Ardrossan. ON to the beach the quiet waters crept But, though I stood not far within the land, The shores were full, the tide was near its height, Of the outer floods, that press'd into the bay, In the rough billows, and the foam-ball's flight: But yet more stately were the power C. T. TURNER. [From Aurora Leigh, Book iii.] HE sea, that blue end of the world, THE That fair scroll-finis of a wicked book. [From Aurora Leigh, Book vii.] AND lo, the city of Marseilles, With all her ships behind her, and beyond, The scimitar of ever-shining sea, For right-hand use, bared blue against the sky! E. B. BROWNING. [From The Soul's Travelling.] MIGHTY Sea, Can we dwarf thy magnitude And fit it to our straitest mood? E. B. BROWNING. [From a Sea-side Walk.] AND shining with a gloom, the water grey Swang in its moon-taught way. E. B. BROWNING. [From A Sabbath Morning at Sea.] TOO strait ye are, capacious seas, To satisfy the loving! E. B. BROWNING. [From Written in Edinburgh.] AND the broad sea beyond, in calm or rage, Chainless alike, and teaching Liberty. ARTHUR HENRY HALLAM. [From At Venice.] HEN the proud sea, for Venice' sake, WHEN Itself consents to wear The semblance of a land-locked lake, Inviolably fair; And in the dalliance of her Isles, Has levelled his strong waves, Adoring her with tenderer wiles, Than his own pearly caves, Surely may we to similar calm, Our noisy lives subdue, And bare our bosoms to such balm As God has given to few: |