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Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
Author: Aeschylus
Source: Prometheus Chained (l. 95)
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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.
Author: Bible
Source: Isaiah (ch. XXI, v. 1)
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He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a
pot of ointment.
Author: Bible
Source: Job (ch. XLI, v. 31)
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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?
Author: Bible
Source: Job (ch. XXXVIII, v. 9-11)
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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.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. CXXXIX, v. 9-10)
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Deep calleth upon deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy
waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. XLII, v. 7)
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The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Author: Robert Browning
Source: Luria (act I)
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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.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: Thanatopsis (l. 43)
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Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 2)
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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.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 179)
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Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 182)
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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.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 183)
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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.
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And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto IV, st. 184)
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There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto V, st. 5)
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What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing
I hear but their low, lone song?
Author: Joseph Edwards Carpenter
Source: What are the Wild Waves Saying?
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I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
Author: Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter)
Source: The Sea
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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.
Author: Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter)
Source: The Sea
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The great fishpond (the sea).
Author: Thomas Dekker
Source: The Honest Whore (pt. I, act I, sc. 2)
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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.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: Sea Shore
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The sea is flowing ever,
The land retains it never.
Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Source: Hikmet Nameh--Book of Proverbs
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Alone I walked on the ocean strand,
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped, and wrote upon the sand
My name, the year, the day.
As onward from the sport I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast,
A wave came rolling high and fast,
And washed my lines away.
Author: Hannah Flagg Gould
Source: A Name in the Sand
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Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
Author: Thomas Gray
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard (st. 14)
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There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth,
many a fair pearle in the bosome of the sea, that never was seene
nor never shall bee.
Author: Bishop Joseph Hall
Source: Contemplations--Veil of Moses (I, VI, p. 872)
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The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
Author: Heinrich Heine
Source: Book of Songs--New Poems--Seraphina (no. 15)
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The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.
Author: Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Source: Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
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