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WINDS AND WAVES.
Watching the waves with all their white crests THE Ocean at the bidding of the moon Forever changes with his restless tide :
Come, like thick-plumed squadrons, to the shore Flung shoreward now, to be regathered soon
Gallantly bounding. With kingly pauses of reluctant pride,
SIR A. HUNT. And semblance of return. Anon from home He issues forth anew, high ridged and free, —
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds The gentlest murmur of his seething foam
Have rived the knotty oaks ; and I have seen Like armies whispering where great echoes be.
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, 0, leave me here upon this beach to rove,
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds. Mute listener to that sound so grand and lone!
Julius Cæsar, Act i. Sc. 3. A glorious sound, deep drawn, and strongly thrown,
But chief at sea, whose every flexile wave And reaching those on mountain heights above, loheve the
Obeys the blast, the aerial tumult swells. To British ears (as who shall scorn to own ?)
In the dread Ocean undulating wide, A tutelar fond voice, a savior tone of love.
| Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe. CHARLES TURNER.
The Seasons: Summer.
Once more upon the waters ! yet once more !
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed FRAGMENTS.
That knows his rider.
Don Fran, Cant. iii.
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitA curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
less billows. Of inland ground, applying to his ear
Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
and the ocean. To which, in silence hushed, his very soul | The Homeric Hexameter. Tr. of ColeridGE. SCHILLER. Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
SHIPS. Mysterious union with its native sea.
Build me straight, O worthy Master ! Even such a shell the universe itself
Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times,
That shall laugh at all disaster I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle. Authentic tidings of invisible things ;
The Building of the Ship.
LONGFELLOW. Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Behold the threaden sails, Of endless agitation.
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, The Excursion, Book iv.
| Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be,
Breasting the lofty surge. The waters gurgle longingly,
King Henry V. Act iii. Chorus.
SHAKESPEARE. As if they fain would seek the shore,
Like a stately ship
J. R. LOWELL.
Of Tarsus, bound for the isles
Of Javan or Gadire,
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
An amber scent of odorous perfume
Hearts of oak are our ships, When not a breath of wind flies o'er its surface. Hearts of oak are our men. Cato.
ADDISON. I Hearts of Oak.
STORMS AND SHIPWRECK.
As rich ... Ye gentlemen of England
As is the ooze and bottom of the sea That live at home at ease,
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.
SHAKESPEARE. Ah ! little do you think upon
King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 2.
| No, here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
G. CANNING. O pilot ! 't is a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep. The Pilot.
T. H. BAYLY.
THE Low COUNTRIES. God moves in a mysterious way
To men of other minds my fancy flies, His wonders to perform ;
Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies. He plants his footsteps in the sea
Methinks her patient sons before me stand, And rides upon the storm.
Where the broad Ocean leans against the land, Light shining out of Darkness.
And, sedulous to stop the coming tide,
Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride.
Onward methinks, and diligently slow, Unwonted.
The firm connected bulwark seems to grow, Book i. Ode 5. Translation of MILTON. HORACE. Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar,
Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore. Her deck is crowded with despairing souls, While the pent Ocean, rising o'er the pile, And in the hollow pauses of the storm
Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; We hear their piercing cries.
The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale, Bertram.
The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, Fierce o’er the wreck the whelming waters
The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
A new creation rescued from his reign.
MRS, ANNE RADCLIFFE.
As when the sea breaks o'er its bounds, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
And overflows the level grounds, Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Those banks and dams that like a screen Don Juan, Cant. ii.
BYRON. Did keep it out, now keep it in.
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
To the Queen.
DR. S. BUTLER.
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Bul, for us, a great staly freed, with a hero ħ head us.. our King
She Wants of Mam
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But tisso, in the gang. ..
. Would muster marry a fare:
John Quincy Adlarno. Wastnington 21. August tabb