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THOU hast not here the limit of a shore;
No wing, no star, hints of a beating heart;
No sail, or near or far, thou seest more:
Alone, with two infinities, thou art.

CHARLOTTE FISK BATES.

THE OCEAN.

THE Ocean at the bidding of the moon
Forever changes with his restless tide :
Flung shoreward now, to be regathered soon
With kingly pauses of reluctant pride,
And semblance of return. Anon from home
He issues forth anew, high ridged and free,
The gentlest murmur of his seething foam
Like armies whispering where great echoes be.
O, leave me here upon this beach to rove,
Mute listener to that sound so grand and lone!
A glorious sound, deep drawn, and strongly
thrown,

And reaching those on mountain heights above,
To British ears (as who shall scorn to own?)
A tutelar fond voice, a savior tone of love.

CHARLES TURNI R.

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FRAGMENTS.

THE SEA-SHORE.

I have seen

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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; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.
Even such a shell the universe itself

Is to the ear of Faith; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things;
Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power;
And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Of endless agitation.

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Don Juan, Cant. iii.

BYRON.

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Behold the threaden sails,

Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, Breasting the lofty surge.

King Henry V. Act iii. Chorus.

Sailing

Like a stately ship

Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire,

SHAKESPEARE.

With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails filled, and streamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
An amber scent of odorous perfume
Her harbinger.

Samson Agonistes.

Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men.

Hearts of Oak.

MILTON.

D. GARRICK.

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God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Light shining out of Darkness.

M. PARKER.

T. H. BAYLY.

COWPER.

Seas

Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted.

Booki. Ode 5. Translation of MILTON.

HORACE.

Her deck is crowded with despairing souls,
And in the hollow pauses of the storm
We hear their piercing cries.

Bertram.

C. MATURIN.

As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.
SHAKESPEARE.

King Henry V., Acti. Sc. 2.

No, here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

The Pilot that weathered the Storm.

G. CANNING.

THE LOW COUNTRIES.

To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad Ocean leans against the land,
And, sedulous to stop the coming tide,
Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride.
Onward methinks, and diligently slow,
The firm connected bulwark seems to grow,
Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar,
Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
While the pent Ocean, rising o'er the pile,
Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile;
The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale,
The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail,

Fierce o'er the wreck the whelming waters The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,

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A new creation rescued from his reign.

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POEMS OF ADVENTURE AND RURAL SPORTS.

O Victor Emmanuel the King, The sword be for thee, and the deed. And nought for the alien, next spring, Nought for Hapsburg and Bourbon agreed, But for us, a great Italy freed, with a hero to head us... our

King

Elizabeth Barrett Browning,

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"Man wants but little have below: "For wants that little. Long?"

Iis not with me exactly so:
But 'tis so, in the song.

My wants are many, and if tokl
Would muster many a famme:

And were each wish a mint of gold
I still should long for

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John Quincy Adams.

Washington 21. August 1846

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