John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Eugene Lee Hamilton 1845-1907 John Bartlett
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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. |
Note 1. See Dante Gabriel Rossetti, page 769, and Charles Henry Webb. page 793. [back] |