|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,|
O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee.
Wm. R. AlgerOriental Poetry. The Brief Chance Encounter.
|Like a plank of driftwood|
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, touches, parts again;
So tossed, and drifting ever,
On lifes unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Edwin ArnoldBook of Good Counsel. Trans. from the Sanscrit of the Hitopadéesa. A literal trans. by Max Müller appeared in The Fortnightly, July, 1898. He also translated the same idea from the Mahavastu.
|Like driftwood spars which meet and pass|
Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
So on the sea of life, alas!
Man nears man, meets, and leaves again.
Matthew ArnoldTerrace at Berne.
|As drifting logs of wood may haply meet|
On oceans waters surging to and fro,
And having met, drift once again apart,
So, fleeting is the intercourse of men.
Een as a traveler meeting with the shade
Of some oerhung tree, awhile reposes,
Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways,
So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
Trans. of the Code of Manu. In Words of Wisdom.
|We mettwas in a crowd.|
Thomas Haynes BaylyWe Met.
|Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide|
When, moment on moment, there rashes between
The one and the other, a sea;
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!
Bulwer-LyttonA Lament. L. 10.
| As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass close to each other in the naked breadths of the ocean, nay, sometimes even touch in the dark.|
HolmesProfessor at the Breakfast Table.
|The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.|
LongfellowMorituri Salutamus. L. 113.
|Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,|
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness:
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
LongfellowTales of a Wayside Inn. The Theologians Tale. Elizabeth. Pt. IV.
|In life there are meetings which seem|
Like a fate.
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)Lucile. Pt. II. Canto III. St. 8.
|And soon, too soon, we part with pain,|
To sail oer silent seas again.
Thomas MooreMeeting of the Ships.
|Some day, some day of days, threading the street|
With idle, heedless pace,
Unlooking for such grace,
I shall behold your face!
Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet.
Nora PerrySome Day of Days.
|And so hell die; and, rising so again,|
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him.
King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 86.
|When shall we three meet again|
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 1.
|We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,|
Who behold an hours converse, so short, so sweet;
One little hour! and then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam,
To meet no more.
Alexander SmithLife Drama. Sc. IV.
|Alas, by what rude fate|
Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet,
Then part forever on their courses fleet.
E. C. StedmanBlameless Prince. St. 51.
|We shall meet but we shall miss her.|
H. S. WashburnSong.