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MY river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I 'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,
Say, sea,
Take me!
twenty miles of the sea. My
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
The high tide!" King Alfred cried.
"The high tide and the turn!
As a tide turns on the tall grey seas,
See how they waver in the trees,
How stray their spears, how knock their knees,
How wild their watchfires burn!
Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love
A sea made of tears from every lover who never loved.
Throwing a line out to sea To see if I can catch a dream
I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.
Straightway like a bell
Came low and clear
The slow, sad murmur of the distant seas
I would not creep along the coast but steer
Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars.
In high seas or in low seas, I'm gonna be your friend ... I'm gonna be your friend. In high tide or in low tide, I'll be by your side ... I'll be by your side.
Time and tide wait for no man.
Meet me on the road that leads to the sea and I'll wait for you and you'll wait for me.
As I imagined, the ship proves to be in a current; if that appellation can properly be given to a tide, which, howling and shrieking by the white ice, thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the headlong dashing of a cataract.
Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide
Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
I found my destination a few miles outside Swelling: a lone, squat, brown bar called The Inn of the Line...The place looked like a dive. Maybe even a plunge. Hell, it was a drowning accident.
Best fishing in troubled waters.
Tide comes in, tide goes out, you can't explain it!
When you grow up by the sea, you spend a good deal of time looking at the horizon. You wonder what on Earth the waves might bring - and where the sea might deposit you - until one day you know you have lived between two places, the scene of arrival and the point of departure.
It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
Hung Island, Georgia,
The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.
Love's Course
A boatman crossing Yura Strait
Has lost his rudder, and the boat
Is drifting with uncertain fate,
Like love's course, indeterminate.
She took the sea with her
Not beaches but the grey
relentless Irish sea,
its rhythm and the crying gulls.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
see past the surface to the tides below.
The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate the world ... There is naked Nature, inhumanly sincere, wasting no thought on man, nibbling at the cliffy shore where gulls wheel amid the spray.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth,
Creak of oars,
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered:
Salt of spray
And black-pitched boat's keel.
It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.
Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I
Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, "Come and find out".
(Moonlit nights)
On the beach of my thoughts
Full is overlooking some days..
,And it's flood ..
But, Isles is always coming
...
And the vision becomes clearly
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Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.
On Sunday, something washed up on shore.
Coast with us, Emerald Eyes?
I am the sea witch. I am the tide you fear and the turning you can't deny. I am the sound of the waves running over your bones on the beach, little man, and I am not amused at finding you on my doorstep.
I'm old, I'm young, I'm intelligent, I'm stupid. My tide goes in and out.
The levee had always been my beach, the world beyond it, my ocean. That's as close as it got here, anyway. No waves, no dolphins, no white sand, no sea gulls. If you were lucky enough, though, every once in a while you did get to see a crane, or a beaver.
The sea is my business.
She's so ugly, the tide wouldn't take her out.
If you want to walk the heavenly streets of gold, you gotta know the password, "Roll, Tide, Roll!"
Floating to shore ... riding a low moon ... on a slow cloud.
I swim against the tide because I like to annoy.
The mountain rill Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea, Than my unchang'd affections flow to thee.
East, to the dawn, or west or south or north! Loose rein upon the neck of-and forth!
As the saying on the Northwest Coast still has it, "when the tide goes out, dinner is served.
Love the sea? I dote upon it
from the beach.
Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.
On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!
How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.
That was the river, this is the sea.
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
Lillian's recurrent dream of a ship that could not reach the water, that sailed laboriously, pushed by her with great effort, through city streets, had determined her course toward the sea, as if she would give this ship, once and for all, its proper sea bed.
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
You can't drive to the coastline. You can only drive so close to the white chalky cliff and then you have to get out and dive.
The sea is an idiom I cannot decipher.
Of all the sacred places on the coast, none is more comforting than where rivers join the sea. By the river's disappearance we are reminded of life's passing, while by the ocean's beauty we accept it, in a hope we cannot explain.
Wrecked on the lee shore of age.
come on mama, let's rent us a boat
sail down that gibraltar moat
shed a tear every time we pass tangier
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, Before whose feet the worlds divide?
Delaware: a state that has three counties when the tide is out, and two when it is in.
cause down the shore everything's all right
aboard ship, and then hard tack, salt-horse,
The Solent was one the worse stretches of sea in England; the current and tides were atrocious, but it was summer and this time the currents and tides were predictable. However, I did not know this; I picked a spot that I could see from the phone, where I would swim from.
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
I have to find a place to hide
An island in the sea
Surrounded by a racing tide
Where I can live with me
The mountain was as powerful as the tide, just...in a different way.
The all-time greatest Atlantic group - The Drifters
The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw, or Blue, or Roebuck, all the wide, deep waters of the state, and when it does, its dawn is as rosy with promise and hope as any other.
The sea, the majestic sea, breaks everything, crushes everything, cleans everything, takes everything ... from me
A smuggler must know the tides and when to seize them.
Carquinez Strait
It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.
The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Here's what we'll do. We're going to keep you at the end of our fishing line. And if you ever need anything, you just give a little tug and we'll reel you back in.
There had only ever been two roads home: there was the long road and there was the sea road, and tonight I would take the sea road.
An anthropologist at Tulane has just come back from a field trip to New
Guinea with reports of a tribe so primitive that they have Tide but not
new Tide with lemon-fresh Borax.
all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea - In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Little cherub of the sea, come and play with me. Come and play with me, dearest cherub of the sea. Please come play with me, In the mad, mad sea.
Companions are we, enlivened by a mighty gallop quickly sliding a harsh straw basket of sea foam gathered astride the tide.
Tireless, tied, as a moon-bound sea Moves
Sailors are like my overies due North
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It's a place that does not exist.
I must never go far from the sea again.
The greatest rivers always find their way to the ocean. Like a ship reaching out to its motherland.
Peter Geye has rendered the Minnesota north shore in all its stark, dangerous beauty, and it is the perfect backdrop for this deeply moving story of conflict and forgiveness. Safe from the Sea is a remarkable debut.
I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
Steinbeck wrote about the tide pools and how profoundly they illustrate the interconnectedness of all things, folded together in an ever-expanding universe that's bound by the elastic string of time. He said that one should look from the tide pool to the stars, and then back again in wonder.
The tides which flow and lapse in the Bristol Channel are often distained by the freshets of many streams falling through wooded coombes below the moor.
O'er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold-
One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!
My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.