 | Bob Crew - Poetry - 2005 - 170 pages
...Pilgrimage) Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with...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.... | |
 | Helen M. Rozwadowski - Science - 2005 - 316 pages
...tLpilogue Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with...thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage . . . — George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harolde's Pilgrimage, 1818 NVIRONMENTALISTS in recent years... | |
 | Margaret Atwood - Literary Collections - 2009 - 448 pages
...stanza: Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with...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, uncoffind and unknown. Putting... | |
 | Lee Holland - Depressions - 2006 - 576 pages
...Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin, — his control Stops with...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... | |
 | The Editors of Surfer Magazine - Sports & Recreation - 2006 - 188 pages
...roof? Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roti! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain: Man marks the earth with ruin his control Stops with the...the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor does remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own. When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks... | |
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! 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... 
