I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!

I am where I would ever be,

With the blue above and the blue below,

And silence wheresoe'er I go.

Bryan W Procter (1787-1874): The Sea.

The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.

John Ferriar (1764-1815): Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6.

It's guid to be merry and wise,

It's guid to be honest and true,

It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,

And bide by the buff and the blue.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'.

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.

Robert Southey (1774-1843): Madoc in Wales. Part i. 5.

Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!"

As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 110.

The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Ode.

Eyes of unholy blue.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): By that Lake whose gloomy Shore.

From yon blue heaven above us bent,

The grand old gardener and his wife

Smile at the claims of long descent.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.

Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting the judgment day;

Love and tears for the Blue,

Tears and love for the Gray.

Bishop Henry C Potter (1835-1908): The Blue and the Gray.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,

In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,

Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost

That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,

No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,

Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 432.

'T was Presbyterian true blue.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191.

Roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6.

By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 71.

That saints will aid if men will call;

For the blue sky bends over all!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Christabel. Conclusion to part i.

And they were canopied by the blue sky,

So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful

That God alone was to be seen in heaven.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Dream. Stanza 4.

The sea! the sea! the open sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Bryan W Procter (1787-1874): The Sea.

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?

And why does thy nose look so blue?

Thomas Holcroft (1745-1809): Gaffer Grey.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place

(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,

Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,

Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close,

And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven

Cries out, "Where is it?"

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Fears in Solitude.