Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Islands
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o’erlace the sea.
Robert Browning—Clean.
Beautiful isle of the sea,
Smile on the brow of the waters.
Geo. Cooper—Song.
Fast-anchor’d isle.
Cowper—The Task. Bk. II. The Timepiece. L. 151.
O, it’s a snug little island!
A right little, tight little island!
Thos. Dibdin—The Snug Little Island.
Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may upon the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
Keble—The Christian Year. The First Sunday in Advent. St. 8.
Your isle, which stands
As Neptune’s park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 18.
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.
Shelley—Lines written among the Euganean Hills. L. 66.
Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,
Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark
As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover, Sark.
Swinburne—Insularum Ocelle.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
Tennyson—Locksley Hall. 164.
Island of bliss! amid the subject Seas,
That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up,
At once the wonder, terror, and delight
Of distant nations; whose remotest shore
Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;
Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Baffling, like thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave.
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 1,597.