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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Studies By The Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AH ! wherefore do the incurious say, <br>That this stupendous ocean wide, <br>No change presents from day to day, <br>Save only the alternate tide; <br>Or save when gales of summer glide <br>Across the lightly crisped wave; <br>Or, when against the cliff's rough side, <br>As equinoctial tempests rave, <br>It wildly bursts; o'erwhelms the deluged strand, <br>Tears down its bounds, and desolates the land ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He who with more enquiring eyes <br>Doth this extensive scene survey, <br>Beholds innumerous changes rise, <br>As various winds its surface sway; <br>Now o'er its heaving bosom play <br>Small sparkling waves of silver gleam, <br>And as they lightly glide away <br>Illume with fluctuating beam <br>The deepening surge; green as the dewy corn <br>That undulates in April's breezy morn. <br>The far off waters then assume <br>A glowing amethystine shade, <br>That changing like the peacock's plume <br>Seems in celestial blue to fade; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or paler, colder hues of lead, <br>As lurid vapours float on high, <br>Along the ruffling billows spread, <br>While darkly lours the threatening sky; <br>And the small scatter'd barks with outspread shrouds, <br>Catch the long gleams, that fall between the clouds. <br>Then day's bright star with blunted rays <br>Seems struggling thro' the sea-fog pale, <br>And doubtful in the heavy haze, <br>Is dimly seen the nearing sail; <br>'Till from the land a fresher gale <br>Disperses the white mist, and clear, <br>As melts away the gauzy veil, <br>The sun-reflecting waves appear; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, brighter genuine virtue seems to rise <br>From envy's dark invidious calumnies. <br>What glories on the sun attend, <br>When the full tides of evening flow, <br>Where in still changing beauty, blend <br>With amber light, the opal's glow; <br>While in the east the diamond bow <br>Rises in virgin lustre bright, <br>And from the horizon seems to throw, <br>A partial line of trembling light <br>To the hush'd shore; and all the tranquil deep <br>Beneath the modest moon, is sooth'd to sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgotten then, the thundering break <br>Of waves, that in the tempest rise, <br>The falling cliff, the shatter'd wreck, <br>The howling blast, the sufferer's cries; <br>For soft the breeze of evening sighs, <br>And murmuring seems in Fancy's ear <br>To whisper fairy lullabies, <br>That tributary waters bear <br>From precipices, dark with piny woods, <br>And inland rocks, and heathy solitudes. <br>The vast encircling seas within, <br>What endless swarms of creatures hide , <br>Of burnish'd scale, and spiny fin ! <br>These providential instincts guide, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bid them know the annual tide, <br>When, from unfathom'd waves that swell, <br>Beyond Fuego's stormy side, <br>They come, to cheer the tribes that dwell <br>In Boreal climes; and thro' his half year's night <br>Give to the Lapland savage, food and light. <br>From cliffs, that pierce the northern sky; <br>Where eagles rear their sanguine brood, <br>With long awaiting patient eye, <br>Baffled by many a sailing cloud, <br>The Highland native marks the flood, <br>Till bright the quickening billows roll, <br>And hosts of sea-birds, clamouring loud, <br>Track with wild wing the welcome shoal, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift o'er the animated current sweep, <br>And bear their silver captives from the deep. <br>Sons of the North ! your streamy vales <br>With no rich sheaves rejoice and sing; <br>Her flowery robe no fruit conceals, <br>Tho' sweetly smile your tardy spring; <br>Yet every mountain, clothed with ling, <br>Doth from its purple brow survey <br>Your busy sails, that ceaseless bring <br>To the broad frith, and sheltering bay, <br>Riches, by Heaven's parental power supplied, <br>The harvest of the far embracing tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, where those fractur'd mountains lift <br>O'er the blue wave their towering crest, <br>Each salient ledge and hollow cleft <br>To sea-fowl give a rugged nest. <br>But with instinctive love is drest <br>The Eider's downy cradle; where <br>The mother-bird, her glossy breast <br>Devotes, and with maternal care, <br>And plumeless bosom, stems the toiling seas, <br>That foam round the tempestuous Orcades. <br>From heights, whence shuddering sense recoils, <br>And cloud-capped headlands, steep and bare, <br>Sons of the North ! your venturous toils <br>Collect your poor and scanty fare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Urged by imperious Want, you dare <br>Scale the loose cliff, where Gannets hide, <br>Or scarce suspended, in the air <br>Hang perilous; and thus provide <br>The soft voluptuous couch, which not secures <br>To Luxury's pamper'd minions, sleep like yours. <br>Revolving still, the waves that now <br>Just ripple on the level shore, <br>Have borne perchance the Indian's prow, <br>Or half congeal'd, 'mid ice rocks hoar, <br>Raved to the Walrus' hollow roar; <br>Or have by currents swift convey'd <br>To the cold coast of Labrador, <br>The relics of the tropic shade; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to the wondering Esquimaux have shown <br>Leaves of strange shape, and fruits unlike their own. <br>No more then, let the incurious say, <br>No change this world of water shows, <br>But as the tides the moon obey, <br>Or tempests rave, or calms repose. <br>Shew them, its bounteous breast bestows <br>On myriads life; and bid them see <br>In every wave that circling flows, <br>Beauty and use, and harmony <br>Works of the Power Supreme, who poured the flood, <br>Round the green peopled earth, and call'd it good !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</a><div class=q>
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That this stupendous ocean wide, 
No change presents from day to day, 
Save only the alternate tide; 
Or save when gales of summer glide 
Across the lightly crisped wave; 
Or, when against the cliff's rough si..."></div>
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