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"Apostrophe to the Ocean" - George Gordon, Lord Byron

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"Apostrophe to the Ocean" - George Gordon, Lord Byron

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Thou glorious mirror, where they almightys forms Glasses itself in tempests: in all time.
Calm or convulsed- in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark- heaving-- boundless, endless and sublime:
The image of eternity, the throne
Of the invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made: each zone
Obeys thee: tough goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

And I have loved thee, ocean! and my joy
of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers- they to me
were a delight: and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror- twas a pleasing fear.

Here what the author is saying is that the monsters of the sea and the ocean are lovely, beautiful and joyful but they can also be dangerous and terrifying. What makes them beautiful makes them dangerous too. The nature world is both beautiful and dangerous and one cannot exist with the other.

Catalina Campo and Manuela Naranjo

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"Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The bue mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,"

The author in this quote is expressing the danger of storms and after that period of time comes summer full with beauty.

Nikole and Eugenia

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Apostrophe to the Ocean- George Gordon, Lord Byron

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Apostrophe to the Ocean- George Gordon, Lord Byron

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"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten Thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain...
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain..
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown."

The ocean is beautiful, the author even states it on line 55 when he says "and I have loved thee ocean". But is also very dangerous. It can swallow whole fleets and make man die with no graves, no coffins and unknown.

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"What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

The narrator asks how the tiger can be symmetrical -- burning with beauty, but still fearful and dangerous. This question begins an introspective journey through the poem.