Midsummer Night was roasting hot. The shore, of red granite, glowed with the heat; the dark blood of the earth seemed to… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“When it was all over, Kit thankfully slipped away, avoiding the washing-up after dinner, and found himself a quiet spot under the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That narrow stretch of sand knows nothing in the world better than it does the white waves that whip it , caress… — Ahdaf Soueif Copy Share Image
In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
