The rising world of waters dark and deep.

-John Milton, Paradise Lost

Tempest

If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

-William Shakespeare, Othello

Amphitheater

Spires

To watch the three tall spires;
and there I shaped
The city's ancient legend into this.

-Alfred Tennyson, Godiva

Trinity

Come the three corners of the world in arms,

-William Shakespeare, King John

Glamor

Shore

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

-William Shakespeare,
The Winter's Tale

Blue

I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.

-Bryan W. Procter, The Sea

Linger

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,--
A sound which makes us linger; yet--farewell!

-Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage


But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

-Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveller

Blush

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.

-Richard Crashaw, Epigram

Phantom

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight,
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilights too her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

-William Wordsworth,
She was a Phantom of Delight.

Silver

On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.

-James G. Percival,
To Seneca Lake