It is so rare to meet with a man outdoors who cherishes a worthy thought in his mind, which is independent of the labor of his han...ds. Behind every man's busy-ness there should be a level of undisturbed serenity and industry, as within the reef encircling a coral isle there is always an expanse of still water, where the depositions are going on which will finally raise it above the surface.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time,... I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed in prime: "Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Such as the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow!... Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried ...down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God's foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made;... Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I hear them--ding-dong bell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red;... If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes there is more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »