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The Sea |
Eva L. Ogden |
1898 |
English |
She was rich and of high degree;
A poor and unknown artist he.
“Paint me,” she said, “a view of the sea.”
So he painted the sea as it looked the day
That Aphroditè arose from its spray;
And it broke, as she gazed on its face the while,
Into its... |
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The Sea of Sunset |
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This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea ;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery !
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The Sea said "Come" to the Brook — |
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The Sea said "Come" to the Brook —
The Brook said "Let me grow" —
The Sea said "Then you will be a Sea —
I want a Brook — Come now"!
The Sea said "Go" to the Sea.
The Sea said "I am he
You cherished... |
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The Sea Shell |
William Wordsworth |
1790 |
English |
From “The Excursion,” Book IV.
I HAVE seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely... |
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The Sea's Spell |
Susan Marr Spalding |
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Beneath thy spell, O radiant summer sea,—
Lulled by thy voice, rocked on thy shining breast,
Fanned by thy soft breath, by thy touch caressed,—
Let all thy treacheries forgotten be.
Let me still dream the ships I gave to thee
All golden-freighted in fair... |
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The Sea-Limits |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
1848 |
English |
Consider the sea’s listless chime:
Time’s self it is, made audible—
The murmur of the earth’s own shell.
Secret continuance sublime
Is the sea’s end: our sight may pass
No furlong further. Since time was,
This sound hath told the lapse of... |
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The Sea-Poppy |
Robert Bridges |
1864 |
English |
A Poppy grows upon the shore
Bursts her twin cup in summer late:
Her leaves are glaucous green and hoar,
Her petals yellow, delicate.
Oft to her cousins turns her thought,
In wonder if they care that she
Is fed with spray for dew, and... |
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The Sea-Weed |
Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen |
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The flying sea-bird mocked the floating dulse:
“Poor wandering water-weed, where dost thou go,
Astray upon the ocean’s restless pulse?”
It said: “I do not know.
“At a cliff’s foot I clung and was content,
Swayed to and fro by warm and shallow waves;... |
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The Search |
Ernest Crosby |
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English |
No one could tell me where my Soul might be.
I searched for God, but God eluded me.
I sought my Brother out, and found all three.
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The Seaside Well |
Anonymous |
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“Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.”—LAMENTATIONS iii. 54.
ONE day I wandered where the salt sea-tide
Backward had drawn its wave,
And found a spring as sweet as e’er hillside
To wild-flowers gave.
Freshly it... |
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The Second Mate |
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English |
“ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!
Tell me, what is that far away,—
There, where over the isle of sand
Hangs the mist-cloud sullen and gray?
See! it rocks with a ghastly life,
Rising and rolling through clouds of spray,
Right in the midst... |
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The Second Mate |
Fitz-James O’Brien |
1848 |
English |
“ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!
Tell me, what is that far away,—
There, where over the isle of sand
Hangs the mist-cloud sullen and gray?
See! it rocks with a ghastly life,
Rising and rolling through clouds of spray,
Right in the midst... |
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The Second Volume |
Robert Mowry Bell |
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English |
In the groined alcoves of an ancient tower
Amid a wealth of treasured tomes I found
A little book, in choicest vellum bound:
Therein a romance of such magic power
It held me rapt through many a trancëd hour;
And then, the threads of interest all unwound,... |
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The Secret (Dickinson) |
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Some things that fly there be, —
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee :
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be, —
Grief, hills, eternity :... |
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The Secret of Death |
Sir Edwin Arnold |
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“she is dead!” they said to him; “come away;
Kiss her and leave her,—thy love is clay!”
They smoothed her tresses of dark brown hair;
On her forehead of stone they laid it fair;
Over her eyes that gazed too much
They drew the lids with a gentle touch... |
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The Seed Growing Secretly |
Henry Vaughan |
1641 |
English |
Dear, secret greenness! nurst below
Tempests and winds and winter nights!
Vex not, that but One sees thee grow;
That One made all these lesser lights.
What needs a conscience calm and bright
Within itself, an outward test?
Who breaks... |
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The Seeker in the Marshes |
Daniel Lewis Dawson |
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English |
Thanksgiving to the gods!
Shaken and shivering in the autumn rains,
With clay feet clinging to the weary sods,
I wait below the clouds, amid the plains,
As though I stood in some remote, strange clime,
Waiting to kneel upon the tomb of time. ... |
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The Seeking of Content |
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The Self-Exiled |
Walter Chalmers Smith |
1844 |
English |
There came a soul to the gate of Heaven
Gliding slow—
A soul that was ransomed and forgiven,
And white as snow:
And the angels all were silent.
A mystic light beamed from the face
Of the radiant maid,
But... |
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The Sensitive Plant |
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English |
PART FIRST.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
And closed them beneath the kisses of night.
And the Spring arose... |
