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Poem
December 6, 1833
The Daily Cincinnati Republican, And Commercial Register
Cincinnati, Hamilton County, Ohio
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem praising the ocean's grandeur and freedom, expressing the speaker's preference for it over continental travels, royal halls, rural wanderings, and even earthquakes, with a recurring refrain affirming the sea as home.
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From the Georgia Telegraph.
THE OCEAN
I have been on Continents and Isles,
When War and Peace dwelt there;
And wandered o'er the ruined Piles,
And breathed their perfumed air—
But where a scene so wildly grand,
So boundless or so free,
As where in distance sinks the land?—
The Ocean still for me!
The gilded halls of Kings I've trod,
And mingled midst their crowd,
I've wandered where Alhambra stood,
The beautiful! the proud!—
But not for me are scenes like these,
Nor valley, brook, nor tree,
The sea-toss'd bark, the wave, the breeze—
The Ocean still for me!
I've rambled over field and fern,
O'er mountain, vale, and wood;
And hunted 'midst the wildest glen,
And woo'd its solitude—
But give me still my ocean home,
And ever merry sea;
Contented ever there I'd roam—
The Ocean still for me!
I've been where earthquakes shook the pole,
Upon the trembling land;
Seen mountains from their bases roll,
And cities crushed to sand—
As others will, I love the wave,
And its wild revelry:
Home of the daring and the brave—
The Ocean still for me!
THE OCEAN
I have been on Continents and Isles,
When War and Peace dwelt there;
And wandered o'er the ruined Piles,
And breathed their perfumed air—
But where a scene so wildly grand,
So boundless or so free,
As where in distance sinks the land?—
The Ocean still for me!
The gilded halls of Kings I've trod,
And mingled midst their crowd,
I've wandered where Alhambra stood,
The beautiful! the proud!—
But not for me are scenes like these,
Nor valley, brook, nor tree,
The sea-toss'd bark, the wave, the breeze—
The Ocean still for me!
I've rambled over field and fern,
O'er mountain, vale, and wood;
And hunted 'midst the wildest glen,
And woo'd its solitude—
But give me still my ocean home,
And ever merry sea;
Contented ever there I'd roam—
The Ocean still for me!
I've been where earthquakes shook the pole,
Upon the trembling land;
Seen mountains from their bases roll,
And cities crushed to sand—
As others will, I love the wave,
And its wild revelry:
Home of the daring and the brave—
The Ocean still for me!
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Ocean
Sea
Travel
Nature
Freedom
Sublime
Refrain
Poem Details
Title
The Ocean
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Refrain
Key Lines
But Where A Scene So Wildly Grand,
So Boundless Or So Free,
As Where In Distance Sinks The Land?—
The Ocean Still For Me!
Home Of The Daring And The Brave—
The Ocean Still For Me!