Roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis. The Ocean. Lord Byron (1788 2019-03-05

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The Dark, Deep blue

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee: Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? And my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here. The sea supports us, balances our climate, provides a home for whales and seals and dolphins. For an explanation: please read the other comments underneath the poem. The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. When we look at the sea, we should remember the infinite tenderness and compassion of God. Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves’ play, Time writes no wrinkles on thine azure brow; Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean,—roll! The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.


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Thought for the Day

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime- The image of eternity-the throne Of the invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime- The image of eternity-the throne Of the invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay. When we pollute the ocean we are ignoring and abusing that compassion in a manner unworthy of us. Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves’ play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

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Analysis of roll on thou deep dark blue ocean by Byron

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

And I have loved thee, Ocean! I had to alter a few small parts of a few lines and added the last line as l think it ends much better I dont make things I make things Better :~ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. . Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since: their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play- Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow- Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. It's a poem about Nature, the love the writer feels for the sea - loving his fellow man no less but feels in his right place near the sea. And I have loved thee, ocean! Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders.

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Explanation for Lord Byron's poem? 10 Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll! Ten

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin; his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. And I have loved thee, Ocean! The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada’s pride or spoils of Trafalgar. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Com permission to publish the poem. And I have loved thee, Ocean! Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since: their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play- Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow- Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

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The Ocean. Lord Byron (1788

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime,— The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. His steps are not upon thy paths; thy fields Are not a spoil for him; thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay. And I have loved thee, ocean! Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed,—in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity,—the throne Of the Invisible! His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.


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Analysis of roll on thou deep dark blue ocean by Byron

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. Pollution, depletion of the ozone layer, global warming — threats like these are changing the ocean. His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? And my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here. Eknath Easwaran's Commentary Alas, Lord Byron, no more! Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook. All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines.

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Thought for the Day

roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean analysis

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada’s pride or spoils of Trafalgar. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. . . . . .

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