|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| From the sprinkled isles,|
Lily on lily, that oerlace the sea.
|Beautiful isle of the sea,|
Smile on the brow of the waters.
CowperThe Task. Bk. II. The Timepiece. L. 151.
|O, its a snug little island!|
A right little, tight little island!
Thos. DibdinThe Snug Little Island.
|Sprinkled along the waste of years|
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may upon the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
KebleThe Christian Year. The First Sunday in Advent. St. 8.
| Your isle, which stands|
As Neptunes park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 18.
|Ay, many flowering islands lie|
In the waters of wide Agony.
ShelleyLines written among the Euganean Hills. L. 66.
|Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,|
Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark
As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover, Sark.
|Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.|
TennysonLocksley Hall. 164.
|Island of bliss! amid the subject Seas,|
That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up,
At once the wonder, terror, and delight
Of distant nations; whose remotest shore
Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;
Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Baffling, like thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave.
ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 1,597.