Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home, A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young and to teach them spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing!
Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever!
But if the envious nymphs shall fearTheir beauties will be scorn'd,And hire the ruder winds to tearThat face which you adorn'd;Then rage and foam amain, that weTheir malice may despise;And from your froth we soon shall seeA second Venus rise.thomas carew
Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.ralph waldo emerson
It will be a great day for America, incidentally, when we begin to eat bread again, instead of the blasphemous and tasteless foam rubber that we have substituted for it. And I am not being frivolous here, either. Something very sinister happens to the people of a country when they begin to distrust their own reactions as deeply as they do here, and become as joyless as they have become.james baldwin
Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever!walter scott
I attempt to describe Mr. Swinburne; and lo! the Bacchanal screams, the sterile Dolores sweats, serpents dance, men and women wrench, wriggle and foam in an endless alliteration of heated and meaningless words, the veriest garbage of Baudelaire flowered over with the epithets of the Della Cruscans.algernon charles swinburne
For I am a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.lord byron
Who hath not met with home-made bread, A heavy compound of putty and lead And home-made wines that rack the head, And home-made liquors and waters? Home-made pop that will not foam, And home-made dishes that drive one from home * * * * * * Home-made by the homely daughters.thomas hood
His Nature's a glass of champagne with the foam on 't, As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont; So his best things are done in the flash of the moment.james russell lowell
Still must I on, for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep.lord byron
For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean, Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave, Whose sons unaccustom'd to rebel commotion, Tho' joyous, are sober tho' peaceful, are brave.
Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!walter scott
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.charles mackay
In fierce March weather, white waves break tether, and whirled together at either hand. Like weeds uplifted, the tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, like foam or sand.algernon charles swinburne
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, Betwixt the green brink and the running foam, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest To little harps of gold; and while they mused Whispering to each other half in fear, Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.
The heart's wave would not foam up so beautifully and become spirit, if the ancient, mute rock, fate, did not stand opposed to it.
And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.robert bridges
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.
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