CHAPTER IX 
THE SEA 
WueEn the glorious summer weather comes, 
when we feel that by a year’s honest work we 
have fairly won the prize of a good holiday, 
how we turn instinctively to the Sea. We 
pine for the delicious smell of the sea air, the 
murmur of the waves, the rushing sound of 
the pebbles on the sloping shore, the cries of 
the sea-birds; and long to 
Linger, where the pebble-paven shore, 
Under the quick, faint kisses of the Sea, 
Trembles and sparkles as with ecstasy.! 
How beautiful the sea-coast is! At the 
foot of a cliff, perhaps of pure white chalk, or 
rich red sandstone, or stern grey granite, lies 
the shore of gravel or sand, with a few 
1 Shelley. 
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