Quote#Time
And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face
Quote byRobert Montgomery · 1807–1855
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Omnipresence of the Deity, Part i, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control / Stops with the shore", Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, stanza 179..
English (original)
And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
— Robert Montgomery
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