C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • I sat upon a promontory,
  • And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back,
  • Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
  • That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
  • And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
  • To hear the sea-maid’s music.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Slow sail’d the weary mariners and saw,
  • Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
  • Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
  • To little harps of gold; and while they mused
  • Whispering to each other half in fear,
  • Shrill music reach’d them an the middle sea.
  • Tennyson.

  • Who would be
  • A mermaid fair,
  • Singing alone,
  • Combing her hair
  • Under the sea,
  • In a golden curl
  • With a comb of pearl,
  • On a throne?
  • I would be a mermaid fair;
  • I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
  • With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
  • And still as I comb I would sing and say,
  • “Who is it loves me? who loves not me?”
  • Tennyson.