Language
Arthur Rimbaud
… Je me suis baigné dans le Poème
Píndaro
Water is best. But gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the schooner Hesperus,
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
Rudyard Kipling
On the road to Mandalay,
James Joyce
The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.
Langston Hughes
I’ve known rivers:
Horácio
O fons Bandusiae, splendidior vitro.
Homero
Athene sent them a following breeze, a strong west wind that whistled over the wine-dark sea.
Thomas Hardy
In a solitude of the sea
Thomas Gray
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
John Gay
All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
From the lone shieling of the misty island
T. S. Eliot
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
I think that the river
Charles Dickens
What the waves were always saying.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Water, water, everywhere,
As idle as a painted ship
We were the first that ever burst
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
Lord Byron
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Matthew Arnold
And bade betwixt their shores to be
Now the wild white horses play,