Genet had been right at least about one thing. Blacks should be used to play whites. For centuries we had probed their faces, the angles of their bodies, the sounds of their voices and even their odors.Often our survival had depended on the accurate reading of a white man's chuckle or the disdainful wave of a white woman's hand.

-Angelou, Maya originally MayaJohnson
The Heart of a Woman, ch.12.

Churchill on top of the wave has in himthe stuff of which tyrants are made.

-Baron
^32  Politicians and the War.

   He that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of the Lord. A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.

-Bible (NewTestament)
James1:7^8.

Cold inthe earthöand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

-Bronte«  , EmilyJane
  'Remembrance', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and  Acton Bell.

   The Cross alone has flown the wave. But since the Cross sank, much that's warped and cracked Has followed in its name, has heaped its grave.

-Crane, (Harold) Hart
  'The Mermen', in The Dial, no.85,  Jul.

Light wrestling there incessantly with light, Star kissing star through wave on wave unto Your body rocking!

-Crane, (Harold) Hart
  White Buildings,'Voyages', pt.3.

We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead.

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'A Song of the Dead'.

  If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then my Lucasta might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.

-Lovelace, Richard
  Lucasta,'To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas'.

The aloe seemed to ride†like a ship with the oars lifted. Bright moonlight hung upon the lifted oars like water, and on the green wave glittered the dew.

-Beauchamp
  Bliss and Other Stories,'Prelude'.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed, Whispering new joys to the mild ocea'  n, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charme'  d wave.

-Milton,John
  'On the Morning of Christ's Nativity','The Hymn', stanza 3.

Wish me luck, as you wave me goodbyeö Cheerio, here I go, on my way.

-Parr-Davies, Harry
  Sung by Gracie Fields in Shipyard Sally.

If the ocean was pure mind and I was a wave, I would be in terror if Itried to distinguish myself fromthe water that produced me.What is a wave without water, and what is a mind without God?

-Prather, Hugh
  The Quiet Answer.

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Ode to theWestWind', l.29^36.

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Ode to theWestWind', l.53^4.

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joyand fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight!

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
'To Night' (published1824).

Ye say, theyall have passed away, That noble race and brave, That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That 'mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters, Ye may not wash it out.

-Sigourney, Lydia Howard ne¤  e Huntley
  Select Poems,'Indian Names'.

'Courage!' he said, and pointed toward the land, 'This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seeme'  d always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Ulysses Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.

-Tennyson
 Poems,'The Lotos^Eaters', l.1^6.

Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'The Lotos^Easters', Choric Song, stanza 8, l.171^3.

   They take the rustic murmur of their bourg For the great wave that echoes round the world.

-Tennyson
  Idylls of the King,'The Marriage of Geraint', l.419^20.