“I would that with sleepy, soft embraces The sea would fold mewould find me rest In luminous shades of her secret places, In depths where her marvels are manifest; So the earth beneath her should not discover My hidden couchnor the heaven above her As a strong love shielding a weary lover, I would have her shield me with shining breast.” ShouldEarthStrongHeavenSecretSeaLoversEmbraceShiningDepthBreastsManifestShadeWearyFind MeFoldsShieldsLuminousSleepySecret PlacesStrong Love Author:Adam Lindsay Gordon
“God said,--"Let there be light!" Grim darkness felt His might, And fled away; Then startled seas and mountains cold Shone forth, all bright in blue and gold, And cried--"'Tis day! 'tis day!" "Hail, holy light!" exclaim'd The thunderous cloud that flam'd O'er daisies white; And lo! the rose, in crimson dress'd, Lean'd sweetly on the lily's breast; And blushing murmur'd--Light!” SaidLightMightFeltWhiteDarknessSeaColdHolyMountainGoldDressesBlueRoseCloudsBreastsCriedLiliesGrimHailDaisiesCrimsonBlushingHoly LightBlue And Gold Book:The Poetical works Source: The Poetical works
“Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on nor a heart to love and ache and, if need be, break, nor any kindly hand to fondle and caress like a sea-wave on a sunny shore half asleep.” IfsNeedsHeartHandsHalfBreakTroubleSeaWinterWaveBreastsShoreAcheSunnyBackboneCaress Author:William Alfred Quayle
“It is what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of the world, derived from the rocky breasts forever, flowing and drawn, and since our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.” WorldHardMovingDarkKnowledgeForeverClearImagineSeaColdMouthsHistoricalBreastsSaltSymbolism Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.” LittlesMotherFatherWaterSleepSeaDyingSweetWindMoonLowsWestWesternBlowBreatheTheeBreastsSilverRollingSailNestsBabe Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.” MenWorldGivingHumansEnoughBodyHandsFacesFormLanguageGivenEnjoyBlackSleepForgetGriefTreeSeaRocksExpressionFlowerSummerSpringInfiniteHotHeavyGladGhostSnowBreastsMelancholyOld FriendsSorrowfulHuman FacesSummer DaysSpring FlowersLethargyHot Summer Author:Max Beckmann