Apostrophe To The Ocean
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APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN
By: George Gordon Bryon
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woodsThere is a raptor on the lonely shoreThere is society where none intrude
By the deep sea, and music in its roar
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I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He stinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and
unknown.
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His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost ariseAnd shake him from thee; the vile strength he wieldsFor earths destruction thou dost all despise,
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Spurning him form thy bosom to the skies,And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray
And howling to his gods, where haply liesHis petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth:--there let him lay.
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The armaments which thunderstrike the wallsOf rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,And monarchs tremble in their capitols.The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs makeTheir clay creator the vein title takeOf Lord of thee, and arbiter of war;These are thy toys, and, as the snow flake,They welt into thy yeast of waves, which marAlike the Armada’s pride, or spoils of Trafalgar
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Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since:
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The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou
Unchangeable save to thy wild wave’s play
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow
Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou
Unchangeable save to thy wild wave’s play
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow
Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now
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Thou glorious mirror , where the almighty’s form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed– in breeze, or gale ,or storm
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Dark-heaving;--boundless, endless and sublime-The image of Eternity—the throneOf the Invisible; even from out thy slimeThe monsters of the deep are made; each zoneObeys thee: thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
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And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror--'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near,And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.