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Eaters “C OURAGE!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward

As the odor is gone from the summer rose; Yet still, whenever I wave my fan, The

Of scorn when all is buried in the grave? Some pity near her memory will linger: Upon life

rigid fixed lips comes; His lank hair falls adown a face Haggard as any wave-worn stone, And

a new order of the ages; when soldiers died in wave upon wave for

blast, Stormed home the towers of Monterey. Our banners on those turrets wave, And there

for the Dead—’twere mortal sin, When banners o’er our country’s treasures wave, Unmarked to leave

RECORD Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916. Pass Our memory passes like a

1892)     “C OURAGE!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward

s Bonnet A Life-Lesson A Life on the Ocean Wave A Little

s Bonnet A Life-Lesson A Life on the Ocean Wave A Little

sunlight, White backs flash; Gray wings eddy, curl, are lifted, swept away, On a wave; Gulls pass rapidly in

jewels bright, Upon his ashes cold, While round those columns proud The blazoned banners wave, That on a

to foreign lands, O’er frozen seas and burning sands, He bade its banner wave; There, with the

Tennyson “C OURAGE!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward

and rings— Who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave? Where, O Kincora? And

The Monks of Old. 8329     A place in thy memory, dearest,   Is all that

then, are our poets to find some such stout tap-root of memory and knowledge

in that idle glance Thy latest image came, And only left to memory’s trance A

The Poet My Autumn Walk The Death of Slavery In Memory of John

of one taking a short farewell, disappeared from their view. The memory of the

like a faint odor. —Henry A. Clapp Cling to the memory as tenaciously as the

cliff, and he can hear The low dash of the wave with startled ear— Like

to the shore! So pleasantly it ran, A ripple on the wave. I grew ambitious To

in New-England since the English came, nor in the memory of any

sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus

the bright dawn found me Bruadar and Smith and Glinn By Memory inspired Clear as air

in the sea, And sang—while clapped its hands the wave And worshipped

She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn

She wore no funeral-weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume Like torn

she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in

she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in

the storm swept by, To mark with shiver’d crest the reeling wave Hide his torn head

is rolled. The twilight breeze is too lazy Those feathery palms to wave, And yon

is rolled. The twilight breeze is too lazy Those feathery palms to wave, And yon

forgotten dead, Oblivion’s dreary fountain, where art thou: Why speed’st thou not thy deathlike wave to shed

flame, Nor glory tempt me with the vain desire To gild my memory with a fleeting

1788–1824) (From Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage) B UT thou, Clitumnus! in thy sweetest wave Of the

Whose walks in solitude And inhabiteth the wood, Choosing light, wave, rock and bird

trying to knit up his thoughts by its help. But presently a new wave of memory

For France, the débonnaire and gay; She ever will in memory’s seat Be present

a light before the wind. (Japanese). “Man is a bubble.” (Greek). “As wave follows wave, so new

To sing their songs of exile and of woe. Sad memory! the spirits

of worth! And shall Oblivion’s sable cloud, That hid their fate, their memory shroud? O, no! the

the darkened time? How in a rolling sea they stood, Where every wave was freemen’s blood

Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 20. 46     Spangling the wave with lights as vain

at Crete. Ari. Lov’st me no more? Thes. Ah! who can hold the wave upon the shore

Harold, Canto iv. Stanzas 66, 67.) B UT thou, Clitumnus! in the sweetest wave Of the

to weep. No ear their dreary-drowning cry Heard o’er the desert wave; Their dying struggle met

unquiet, and my own Vext heart deplore! But now that trouble is forgot; Thy memory, thy pain, to

ocean grave,— Undescried, save when their golden glories Gleam, at sunset, through the lighted wave. And the

rich flame ascending to the skies. Ah! well the ill-starred memory dost thou keep Of

chief who our liberties saved, And deep in each heart is his memory engraved! The deeds

Eaters “C OURAGE!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward

Verse. 1917. By Joseph Fitzpatrick The Poet’s Spirit To the Memory of Naphtali

sigh’d—till woman smiled.            Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 37. 10     While Memory watches o’er the

with evil? Is there any peace   In ever climbing up the climbing wave?   50 All things have

You were always Eric and it was always Little by Little with you.… Stay! memory preserves one gem from

like a grave reality: Thou art to me but as a wave Of the

like a grave reality: Thou art to me but as a wave Of the

binding all is the hushed snow Of the far-distant breaking wave. And from

shore, haunt of vague emotion, Where his thoughts travelled on the gleaming wave, Or rose in

and remainded standing. “Sit down, Chloe! sit down!” said he, with a condescending wave of his

So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore

many a star; The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know

She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume Like torn

flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life

again. For the delicious light that threw Such clear transparence on the wave, From the black

the lonely grave?     Why bring the corpse across the salt sea-wave?   15 Why deem the

no one comes to see, The foxglove and red orchis wave Their welcome to

star-aspiring pyramid; Nor bid the gathered mound arise, To bear his memory to the

step, and temples gray, Go tottering forth, to find, across the wave, A short

arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bowed, As

arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bow’d

believe you. I told you twice. The address has been stamped mechanically on your memory. You turned this way

only Love, to love thee,     Sever’d at last by Time’s all-severing wave?     Now, when alone, do

to wear an old drab coat All buttoned down before. To the memory of John

He was an easy and even brilliant talker, displaying learning and immense memory, taste, and philosophic

with a wand, Who in a moment, with a wave of it

ode. Of such is the wonderful picture of the wave Down whose green back

sole recollections, such the images and feelings linked in her memory with that brother of

the inert effort of each thought, having formed itself into a circular wave of circumstance

street the home opposes no obstacle, as we have seen. Within the memory of most

shrinking from the full challenge which his subject gave him. Stanzas in Memory of the

for the ginger biscuits merely emphasised the aching void—with the memory of all

should not pass from the earth without leaving traces to carry our memory to posterity

make sure he had not forgotten anything. The conviction, that all his faculties, even memory, and the

my word,” said Mr. Wickfield. “I have adopted him,” said my aunt, with a wave of her

Earth’s fantastic coronal, With wandering sighs of forest and of wave Mingles the murmur

at length, the Sails of Rescue Loomed upon the northern wave, All the voices

the near prospect of the kindergarten, I go back in memory forty years and

of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of

The Monks of Old. 79     A place in thy memory, dearest,   Is all that

cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly: A winning wave, deserving note, In

currents of life, in action’s storm, I float and I wave With billowy motion! Birth