| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Tide |
| | | Love has a tide! Helen Hunt Jackson. | 1 |
| | The punctual tide draws up the bay, |
| With ripple of wave and hiss of spray. |
Susan Coolidge. | 2 |
| | 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. |
Longfellow. | 3 |
| | All night the thirsty beach has listening lain |
| With patience dumb, |
| Counting the slow, sad moments or her pain; |
| Now morn has come, |
| And with the morn the punctual tide again. |
Susan Coolidge. | 4 |
| | 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. |
Charles Kingsley. | 5 |
| | The tide rises, the tide falls, |
| The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; |
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| The little waves, with their soft, white hands, |
| Efface the footprints in the sands, |
| And the tide rises, the tide falls. |
Longfellow. | 6 |
| | Tide flowing is feared, for many a thing, |
| Great danger to such as be sick, it doth bring; |
| Sea ebb, by long ebbing, some respite doth give, |
| And sendeth good comfort, to such as shall live. |
Tusser. | 7 | | |
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