The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods, against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches tossed.
-Felicia Dorothea Hemans,
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
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And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
-Alexander Pope,
The Odyssey of Homer
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A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
-John Milton, Comus
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Poets are the hierophants of
an unapprehended inspiration;
the mirrors of the gigantic shadows
which futurity casts upon the present.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley,
A Defense of Poetry
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I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
the still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh not grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
-William Wordsworth,
Lines Composed a Few Miles
Above Tintern Abbey
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Mere colour,
unspoiled by meaning,
and unallied with definite form,
can speak to the soul
in a thousand different ways.
-Oscar Wilde, Intentions
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I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic wonders,
Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms,
Like actors in ancient plays.
-Arthur Rimbaud, Le Bateau Ivre
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Water is best.
But gold shines like fire
blazing in the night,
supreme of lordly wealth.
-Pindar,
Olympian Odes I