|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Epes Sargent. (18131881)|
| A life on the ocean wave!|
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
Like an eagle caged I pine
On this dull unchanging shore:
Oh give me the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempests roar!
| A Life on the Ocean Wave.|
| The cold blast at the casement beats;|
The window-panes are white;
The snow whirls through the empty streets;
It is a dreary night!
| The Hearts Summer.|
| When the night-wind bewaileth the fall of the year,|
And sweeps from the forest the leaves that are sere;
I wake from my slumber and list to the roar
And it saith to my spirit, No more, never more!
| When the Night-wind bewaileth.|