24 Metaphors for waves

The boat had drifted across the lake and had struck broadside agin the shore, and the waves were makin' a clean breach into her at every surge.

When the wave of her own excitement was subsiding, the magnetism of an admiring audience began to affect her strongly.

Then, in a low sweet gentle voice, she uttered these words: "O gracious sir, why do you, having just delivered me from a terrible death, now overwhelm me in a sea of love whose waves are the agitations of anxiety driven by the wind of passion?

They've left him to his long decay; The banner waves above his head: Funereal is their rich array, But hark!

To a whisper now Melts it amorously, Like the breeze through the bough Of the aspen tree; Heavily now, and with a mournful breath, Like midnight's wind along those wastes of death, Where Awe the wail of ghosts lamenting hears, And slow Cocytus trails the stream whose waves are tears.

But women are apt to love the men who they think have the largest capacity of loving;and who can love like one that has thirsted all his life long for the smile of youth and beauty, and seen it fly his presence as the wave ebbed from the parched lips of him whose fabled punishment is the perpetual type of human longing and disappointment?

Wave!'" "What a queer brown coloralmost like redthe ground is!" said Malcolm.

And white waves heaving high, my lads, A good ship, tight and free, The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.

The wind had been rising more and more, and the waves dashed into this little channel with such violence, that to swim it would have been a most hazardous experiment, particularly as they could not dive in from the ledge on which they stood, from their ignorance of the depth of water.

170 The western wave was all a-flame.

Waves of the Sea and of Love is a far-fetched and sentimental title for a dramatization of the story of Hero and Leander.

But some day when the powers that be Demobilise the likes of me (Some seven years hence, as I infer, My actual exit will occur) Swift o'er the Irish Sea I'll fly, Yea, though each wave be mountains high, Nor pause till I descend to grab Oxford's surviving taxicab. Then "Home!"

At sunrise the waves are greasy and viscous,replete with life that is fermenting rapidly.

The boat had drifted across the lake and had struck broadside agin the shore, and the waves were makin' a clean breach into her at every surge.

"Stay!" shrieked the governess, no longer undetermined; "receive my child, though you abandon me!" A wave of the hand, and an indistinct rumbling in the coarse tones of the mate, were the only answers given to her appeal.

But the morn is brightthe wave Is a golden and shining track, Softly the waters the white sands lave, And my trusting faith comes back; Oh, all that I ever lost, And all that I long to be, Will be mine when the deep is crossed, And my ship comes home from sea.

A vapory splendor, rose-color and purple, was dissolving in the atmosphere; and every wave of the ocean, a dark violet, nearly black, was "a flash of golden fire."

To-night the palest wave we sip Rich as the priceless draught shall be That wet the bride of Cana's lip, The wedding wine of Galilee!

The waves of feeling which precede them are unquestionably endocrine determined.

The field of battle stretched away to an incalculable distance, to the unknown regions of another continent, and beyond a broad expanse of sea; every wave was a highway for the enemy; from any harbour he might be expected to issue for his onward march.

The fields seem to be talking with the moon, and these waves of perfume that are sweeping over us are echoes of their passionate words.

On the theory that the ether is an elastic solid of amazing properties, in which the light waves vibrate transversely to their direction, it assists the mind to think of the ether as four-dimensional, because then a light wave would be a superficial disturbance of the mediumsuperficial, but three-dimensional, as must needs be the case with the surface of a four-dimensional solid.

Shall my beloved one's house delight me, when issues ever and anon From the relentless bell the mandate: "'Tis time to bind thy litters on"? The waves are wild, the whirlpool dreadful, the shadow of the night steals o'er, How can my fate excite compassion in the light-burdened of the shore?

Each wave is a little bigger than the last, the seventh wave being the largest of all.

24 Metaphors for  waves