High on the waves his azure car he guides; Its axles thunder, and the sea subsides, And the smooth ocean rolls her silent tides.
She drew a length of sighs; nor more she said, But in her azure mantle wrapp’d her head, Then plung’d into her stream, with deep despair, And her last sobs came bubbling up in air.
Then, thro’ the shadows of the poplar wood, Arose the father of the Roman flood; An azure robe was o’er his body spread, A wreath of shady reeds adorn’d his head: Thus, manifest to sight, the god appear’d, And with these pleasing words his sorrow cheer’d: "Undoubted offspring of ethereal race, O long expected in this promis’d place!
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Spring break officially opens the beach season, and the warm sun, pristine sand and azure ocean beckon students, families and friends alike for this exciting annual rite of passage.
A novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies at another the mire of the puddles at your feet.
Stendhal (Marie-Henri Beyle) -- Le Rouge et le Noir (The Red and the Black) (translated by C.K. Scott-Moncrieff)