|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Eugene Lee Hamilton. (18451907)|
| The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath stood|
On dusty shelves, when held against the ear
Proclaims its stormy parent, and we hear
The faint, far murmur of the breaking flood.
We hear the sea. 1 The Sea? It is the blood
In our own veins, impetuous and near.
| Sonnet. Sea-shell Murmurs.|
See Dante Gabriel Rossetti, page 769, and Charles Henry Webb. page 793. [back]