Quote#Sadness
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls
Quote byJames Thomson · 1700–1748
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Autumn (1730), l. 871.
English (original)
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thulè, and th' Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
— James Thomson
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