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Ocean: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.— ÆSCHYLUS — Prometheus Chained. L. 95.
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 Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.— BRYANT — Thanatopsis. L. 43.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 184.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.— 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.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 179.
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.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 183.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.— 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 E. 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 — 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 — The Sea.
Rushes lean over the water, Shells lie on the shore, And thou, the blue Ocean's daughter, Sleep'st soft in the song of its roar.— GEO. WM. CURTIS — Song.
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.— EMERSON — Sea Shore.
The sea is flowing ever, The land retains it never.— GOETHE — Hikmet Nameh. Book of
Proverbs. Alone I walked 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 spot I passed, One lingering look behind I cast, A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away.— HANNAH FLAGG GOULD — A Name in
the Sand. The sea appears all golden Beneath the sun-lit sky.— HEINE — Book of Songs. New Poems. Seraphina. No. 15.
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches toss'd.— MRS. HEMANS — The Landing of the
Pilgrim Fathers in New England. Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.— HOOD — Ode to the Moon.
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."— JEAN INGELOW — Winstanley. The
Apology. Come o'er the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing.— CHARLES JEFFERYS — The Moonlit Sea.
Love the sea? I dote upon it-from the beach.— DOUGLAS JERROLD — Specimen of
Jerrold's Wit. Love of the Sea. Tut! the best thing I know between France and England is the sea.— DOUGLAS JERROLD — Jerrold's Wit. The
Anglo-French Alliance. 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 — Gebir. Bk. V.
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!"— LONGFELLOW — The Secret of the Sea.
Verse 8. Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.— 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.
He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.— POLLOK — Course of Time. Bk. IV. L. 689.
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.
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.
The always wind-obeying deep.— Shakespeare — Comedy of Errors. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 64.
See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another.— SHELLEY — Love's Philosophy.
There the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound.— SHELLEY — The Revolt of Islam. Canto I. St. 15.
Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.— SOUTHEY — Madoc in Wales, Pt. V.