The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.
Praise the sea, but keep on land.
Of the loud resounding sea.
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest,
Touch me with thy golden fingers bland;
For I have no smile till thou appearest
For the lovely land."
The burden of the desert of the sea.
Come o'er the moonlit sea,
The waves are brightly glowing.
Tut! the best thing I know between France and England is the sea.
Love the sea? I dote upon it—from the beach.
Hitherto thou shalt come, but no further; and
here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
Job. XXXVIII. 11.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot.
Job. XLI. 31.
,
Past are three summers since she first beheld
The ocean ; all around the child await
Some exclamation of amazement here:
She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased,
Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?
Walter Savage Landor—{JeWr-. Bk. V
But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue;
- * * * *
Shake one, and it awakens; then apply
Its polished lips to your attentive ear,
And it remembers its august abodes,
And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.
Walter Savage Landor—Gebir. Bk. V.
| seealso = (See also Hamilton)
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 15
| text = The land is dearer for the sea,
The ocean for the shore.
Lucy Larcom—On the Beach. St. 11.
"Would'st thou,"—so the helmsman answered,
"Learn the secret of the sea?
Only those who brave its dangers
Comprehend its mystery!"
| author = Longfellow
| work = The Secret of the Sea. St. 8.
It is a pleasure for to sit at ease
Upon the land, and safely for to see
How other folks are tossed on the seas
That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.
Lucretius. Translated from Amtot's
Introduction to Plutarch, by Sir Thomas
North. (1579)
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| work =
| place =
| note =
| topic = Ocean
| page = 567
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 15
| text = Rich and various gems inlay
The unadorned bosom of the deep.
| author = Milton
| work = Comvs. 22.
| seealso = (See also Gray)
| topic = Ocean
| page = 567
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.
James Montgomery—The Ocean. St. 6.
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face
Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace.
Robert Montgomery—The Omnipresence of the Deity. Pt. I. St. 20.
| seealso = (See also Byron)
| topic = Ocean
| page = 567
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.
Pollok—Course of Time. Bk. IV. L. 689.
| seealso = (See also Byron)
| topic = Ocean
| page = 567
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Deep calleth unto deep.
Psalms. XLII. 7.
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell
in the uttermost parts of the sea.
Psalms. CXXXIX. 9.
Why does the sea moan evermore?
Shut out from heaven it makes its moan,
It frets against the boundary shore;
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Christina G. Rossetti—By the Sea. St. 1.
Streak of silver sea.
Lord Salisbury. Quoted from Col. Chesney, who also quoted it. Used by Gladstone, writing of the English Channel, in
Edinburgh Review; Oct. 18, 1870.
The Channel is that silver strip of sea which
severs merry England from the tardy realms of
Europe.
In the Church and State Review, April 1, 1863.
A life on the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep;
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
Epes Sargent—Life on the Ocean Wave.
