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 THUNDER TIDES

THUNDER

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 97. C'est l'eclair qui parait, la foudre va partir. It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow. Voltaire—Oreste. II. 7. THYME Thymus I know a bank where the wild thyme blows. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 249. TIBER | seealso = (See also {{sc|Rome) Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dead. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien:— Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been. Felicia D. Hemans—Roman Girl's Song. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Those graceful groves that shade the plain, Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main, And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne. Ovid—Metamorphoses. 3k. XIV. Mneas Arrives in Italy. L. 8. Sir Sam'l Garth's trans. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. Julius Caesar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 63. TIDES All night the thirsty beach has listening Iain With patience dumb, Counting the slow, sad moments of her pain; Now morn has come, And with the morn the punctual tide again. Susan Coolidce—Flood-Tide. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The punctual tide draws up the bay, With ripple of wave and hiss of spray. Sdsan Coolidge—On the Shore. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see The rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she. | author = Charles Kingsley | work = The Sands o' Dee. St. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more. | author = Longfellow | work = The Tides. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. | author = Longfellow | work = The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 791 }}