“Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls,Boils round the naked, melancholy islesOf farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surgePours in among the stormy Hebrides.”

“The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earth's shoreLay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world.”

“Vast spaces of nature; the Atlantic Ocean, the South Sea; vast intervals of time, years, centuries, are of no account. This which I think and feel, underlay that former state of life and circumstances, as it does underlie my present, and will always circumstance, and what is called life, and what is called death.”

“but the Atlantic Ocean is deep and wide and money doesn't hurry from the other side.”

“wert thou as farAs that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,I would adventure for such merchandise.”

“Was this the bright vastness the poet Bashō saw when he wrote of the Milky Way arched over a stormy sea?”