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Aeschylus
Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.
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Bible
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land.
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Bible
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
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Bible
When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a swaddlingband for it, And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors, And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed?
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Bible
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
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Bible
Deep calleth upon deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
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Bishop Joseph Hall
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth, many a fair pearle in the bosome of the sea, that never was seene nor never shall bee.
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Hannah Flagg Gould
Alone I walked on 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 sport I passed, One lingering look behind I cast, A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away.
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Joseph Edwards Carpenter
What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song?
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Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
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.
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Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like shy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers. . . . . And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
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Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast; And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches toss'd.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
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.
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Robert Browning
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
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Thomas Gray
Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
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