I picked up a bottle half buried in the wet sand, covered with barnacles, but stoppled tight, and half full of red ale, which stil...l smacked of juniper,--all that remained I fancied from the wreck of a rowdy world,--that great salt sea on the one hand, and this little sea of ale on the other, preserving their separate characters. What if it could tell us its adventures over countless ocean waves! Man could not be man through such ordeals as it had passed. But as I poured it slowly out on to the sand, it seemed to me that man himself was like a half-emptied bottle of pale ale, which Time had drunk so far, yet stoppled tight for a while, and drifting about in the ocean of circumstances, but destined ere-long to mingle with the surrounding waves, or be spilled amid the sands of a distant shore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She, O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea... Hath drops too few to wash her clean again And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Who ordered, that their longing's fire Should be, as soon as kindled, cooled?... Who renders vain their deep desire?-- A God, a God their severance ruled! And bade betwixt their shores to be The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now he flies above earth, now above sea-crash... and whirl of salt: he enchants beasts who dwell in the hills and shoals in the sea-depth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I close my eyes and suck you in like a fire. I grow. I grow. I'm fattening out.... I'm a kid in a rowboat and you're the sea, the salt, you're every fish of importance.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic City, for the lost... rites of the first sea of the first salt running from a faucet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »