“The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o'er the sea.”
Charles Jefferys (1807–1865) British music publisher
The Rose of Allandale, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
The Visit (1991), The Old Ways
“The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o'er the sea.”
Charles Jefferys (1807–1865) British music publisher
The Rose of Allandale, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Alfred Noyes (1880–1958) English poet
Unity, § III
The Golden Hynde and Other Poems (1914)
Context: Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind,
One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea,
One in many, O broken and blind,
One as the waves are at one with the sea!
Ay! when life seems scattered apart,
Darkens, ends as a tale that is told,
One, we are one, O heart of my heart,
One, still one, while the world grows old.
James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938) writer and activist
The Creation, st. 6.
God's Trombones: Seven Negro Sermons in Verse (1927)
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799) German scientist, satirist
L 50
Aphorisms (1765-1799), Notebook L (1793-1796)
Thomas Sternhold (1500–1549) British writer
A Metrical Version of Psalm 104, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Benjamin Peirce (1809–1880) American mathematician
Ben Yamen's Song of Geometry (1853)
Context: Ascend with me above the dust, above the cloud, to the realms of the higher geometry, where the heavens are never clouded; where there is no impure vapour, and no delusive or imperfect observation, where the new truths are already arisen, while they are yet dimly dawning on the world below; where the earth is a little planet; where the sun has dwindled to a star; where all the stars are lost in the Milky Way to which they belong; where the Milky Way is seen floating through space like any other nebula; where the whole great girdle of nebulae has diminished to an atom and has become as readily and completely submissive to the pen of the geometer, and the slave of his formula, as the single drop, which falls from the clouds, instinct with all the forces of the material world.
“O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free”
George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement
Canto I, stanza 1.
The Corsair (1814)
Context: O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 22
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
“The thundering waves are calling me home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home to you”
Loreena McKennitt (1957) Canadian musician and composer
The Visit (1991), The Old Ways