 ... stain it, Pure on the perfect sea. Crests that touch and tilt each other, Jostling as they comb ; Delicate crash of tinkling water, Broken in pearling foam. Flashings — or is it the pinewood's whispers, Babble of brooks unseen, Laughter of winds...  The Hermitage and Later Poems - Page 99by Edward Rowland Sill - 1889 - 109 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 662 pages
...Babble of brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, finishing aside the green? — Waves that dip and dash and sparkle; Foam-wreaths...as a snow of broken roses Afloat over mirrored sky. And fall melodiously, Is my heart, sweetheart, is my heart, Is my heart approaching thee. ROBEET K.... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1897 - 360 pages
...Babble of brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wreaths...to the east the steady sun-track Golden meshes fill — A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA. Webs of fire, that lace and tangle, Never a moment still. Liquid palms... | |
 | Edward Rowland Sill - 1902 - 370 pages
...Babble of brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wreaths...as a snow of broken roses Afloat over mirrored sky. OS to the East the steady sun-track Golden meshes fill — Webs of fire, that lace and tangle, Never... | |
 | Edward Rowland Sill - 1906 - 468 pages
...Babble of brooks unseen, Laughter of winds when they find the blossoms, Brushing aside the green ? Waves that dip, and dash, and sparkle ; Foam-wreaths...fire, that lace and tangle, Never a moment still. A TROPICAL MORNING AT SEA 155 Liquid palms but clap together, Fountains, flower-like, grow — Limpid... | |
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