- John Masefield
- I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky/And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by Sea Fever
- I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels/I hunger for the sea's edge, the limit of the land/Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand. A Wanderer's Song
- Edna St Vincent Millay
- All my life,/Following Care along the dusty road,/Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;/Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand/Tugged ever, and I passed. Journey
- My heart is warm with the friends I make,/And better friends I'll not be knowing,/Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,/No matter where it's going. Travel
- Searching my heart for its true sorrow,/This is the thing I find to be:/That I am weary of words and people,/Sick of the city, wanting the sea Exiled
- And some day when you knock and push the door,/Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,/I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry
- Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:/Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! Second Fig
- And what are you that, wanting you,/I should be kept awake/As many nights as there are days/With weeping for your sake? The Philosopher
- Mikhail Lermontov
- The sail is whitening alone/In blue obscurity of sea...But it is seeking gales as treasure/As if the tempests give a rest. The Sail
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes
- Mathew Arnold
- The Sea of Faith/Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore/Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled./But now I only hear/Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar Dover Beach
- William Wordsworth
- Though nothing can bring back the hour/Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;/We will grieve not, rather find/Strength in what remains behind Intimations of Immortality...
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