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I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a
swaddlingband for it,
And brake up read more
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?
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south
pass through; so it cometh from read more
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.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but read more
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,--
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man.
What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing
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What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing
I hear but their low, lone song?
Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy read more
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,
Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
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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.