A strong norwesters blowing, Bill; Hark! dont ye hear it roar now? Lord help em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore, now. Charles DibdenSailors Consolation. Attributed to Pitt (song writer) and Hood.
The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered. Herodotus. VII. 141. Relating the second reply of the Pythian Oracle to the Athenians. B.C. 480. Themistocles interpreted this to mean the ships. See GroteHistory of Greece, quoted in TimbsCuriosities of History. NeposThemistocles.
Morn on the waters, and purple and bright Bursts on the billows the flushing of light. Oer the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on. Thomas Kibble HerveyThe Convict Ship.
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream. An, taught by time, I tak it soexceptin always steam. From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see thy Hand, O God Predestination in the stride o yon connectin-rod. KiplingMcAndrews Hymn.
The Liner shes a lady, an she never looks nor eeds The Man-o-Wars er usband an e gives er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun, Theyre just the same as you an me, a-plyin up an down. KiplingThe Liner Shes a Lady.
Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass, And her ropes are taut with the dew, For were booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail. Were sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always new. KiplingLEnvoi. Theres a Whisper down the Field.
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze. SoutheySonnet XIX.
The barge she sat in, like a burnishd throne, Burnd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 196.
It would have been as though he [Pres. Johnson] were in a boat of stone with masts of steel, sails of lead, ropes of iron, the devil at the helm, the wrath of God for a breeze, and hell for his destination. Emory A. StorrsSpeech in Chicago, about 18656, when President Johnson threatened to imitate Cromwell and force Congress with troops to adjourn. As reported in the Chicago Tribune.
Speed on the ship;But let her bear No merchandise of sin, No groaning cargo of despair Her roomy hold within; No Lethean drug for Eastern lands, Nor poison-draught for ours; But honest fruits of toiling hands And Natures sun and showers. WhittierThe Ship-Builders.
If all the ships I have at sea Should come a-sailing home to me, Ah, well! the harbor would not hold So many ships as there would be If all my ships came home from sea. Ella Wheeler WilcoxMy Ships. From Poems of Passion.