568 OCEAN OCTOBER
The always wind-obeying deep.
The precious stone set in the silver sea.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. I. L. 46.
There the sea I found
Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber
bound.
Shelley—The Revolt of Islam. Canto I. St.
.
i I hoed the Sea.
Whether jn calm it glassed the gracious day
With all its light, the night with all its fires;
Whether in storm it lashed its sullen spray,
Wild as the heart when passionate youth expires;
Or lay, as now, a torture to my mind,
In yonder land-locked bay, unwrinkled by the
wind.
R. H. Stoddard—Carmen Naturae Triumphale.
L. 192.
Thou wert before the Continents, before
The hollow heavens, which like another sea
Encircles them and thee, but whence thou wert,
And when thou wast created, is not known,
Antiquity was young when thou wast old.
R. H. Stoddard—Hymn to the Sea. L. 104.
We follow and race
In shifting chase,
Over the boundless ocean-space!
Who hath beheld when the race begun?
Who shall behold it run?
Bayard Taylor—The Waves.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, oh sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Break, Break, Break.
Rari nantes in gurgite vasto.
A few swimming in the vast deep.
Vergil—Æneid. I. 118.
Littus ama; altum alii teneant.
Love the shore; let others keep to the deep sea.
Vergil—Æneid. V. 163-4. (Adapted}})
| topic =
| page = 568
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>I send thee a shell from the ocean-beach;
But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech.
Hold to thine ear
And plain thou'lt bear
Tales of ships.
Chas. H. Webb—With a Nantucket Shell.
| seealso = (See also Hamilton)
Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.
Emma Willard—The Cradle of the Deep.
I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.
Wordsworth—The Excursion. Bk. IV.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Hamilton)
Ocean into tempest wrought,
To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 153.
In chambers deep,
Where waters sleep,
What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Young—Ocean. St. 24.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Gray)
OCTOBER
October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers;
Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak
hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
T. B. Aujrich—Maple Leaves.
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow
brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Bryant—October.
The sweet calm sunshine of- October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
Bryant—October. (1866)
| topic =
| page = 568
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>There is something in October sets the gypsy
blood astir:
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.
Bliss Carman—Vagabond Song.
Is it the shrewd October wind
Brings the tears into her eyes?
Does it blow so strong that she must fetch
Her breath in sudden sighs?
W. D. Howells—Gone.
October's foliage yellows with his cold.
Rusktn—The Months.
No clouds are in the morning sky,
The vapors hug the stream,
Who says that life and love can die
In all this northern gleam?
At every turn the maples burn,
The quail is whistling free,
The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs
Are dropping for you and me.
Ho! hillyho! heigh O!
Hillyho!
In the clear October morning.
E. C. Stedman—Autumn Song.
And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.
Whittier—Snow-bound.
