
presents
S E A
S C A
P E S
A Collection of Undersea Photographs
by Eduardo Cu Unjieng
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Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
--Emily Dickinson
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Though
inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel
thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
--William
Wordsworth
in Ode on Intimations of Immortality
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Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water-snakes:
Blue, glossy green and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.
--Samuel Taylor Coleridge
in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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But when I turned and looked into
The silent chambers of the sea
I saw the displaced fishes flee
From nowhere to nowhere through
Their continent of liberty.
--George Baker
in Channel Crossing
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The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing
roar,
Retreating to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
--Matthew Arnold in
Dover Beach
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Most weary seemed the sea, weary the oar,
Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.
Then some one said, 'We will return no more';
And all at once they sang, 'Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.'
--Alfred Tennyson
in The Lotos-Eaters
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Oh! never fly conceals
a hook,
Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,
But more than mundane weeds are there,
And mud, celestially fair;
Fat caterpillars drift around,
And Paradisal grubs are found,
Unfading moths, immortal flies,
And the worm that never dies.
And in that Heaven of all their wish,
There shall be no more land, say fish.
--Rupert Brooke in Heaven
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Each fisherman can wish
That all the seas at every tide
Were his alone to fish
And so did I, in vain
-- George
Gascoigne
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Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
--Dylan Thomas
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