|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|She walks the waters like a thing of life,|
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
ByronThe Corsair. Canto I. St. 3.
|She bears her down majestically near,|
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
ByronThe Corsair. Canto III. St. 15.
|For why drives on that ship so fast,|
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
| 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 true ship is the ship builder.|
EmersonEssays. Of History.
|For she is such a smart little craft,|
Such a neat little, sweet little craft
Such a bright little,
Trim little, slim little craft!
W. S. GilbertRuddigore.
|A great ship asks deep waters.|
| 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.
|Ships that sailed for sunny isles,|
But never came to shore.
Thos. Kibble HerveyThe Devils Progress.
|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.
| Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.|
Samuel JohnsonBoswells Life of Johnson. (1759).
|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.
|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.
|Build me straight, O worthy Master!|
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
LongfellowBuilding of the Ship. L. 1.
|Theres not a ship that sails the ocean,|
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, great or small,
And help to build the wooden wall!
LongfellowBuilding of the Ship. L. 66.
| And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.|
LongfellowHyperion. Bk. I. Ch. VII.
|Like ships that have gone down at sea,|
When heaven was all tranquillity.
MooreLalla Rookh. The Light of the Harem.
| They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters.|
Psalms. CVII. 23.
|And let our barks across the pathless flood|
Hold different courses.
ScottKenilworth. Ch. XXIX. Introductory verses.
|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.
|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.
|And the stately ships go on|
To their haven under the hill.
TennysonBreak, Break, Break. St. 3.
|Ships, dim discoverd, dropping from the clouds.|
ThomsonThe Seasons. Summer. L. 946.
|Whoever you are, motion and reflection are especially for you,|
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
Walt WhitmanSong of the Rolling Earth. 2.
|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.
|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.
|One ship drives East, and one drives West,|
By the selfsame wind that blows;
Its the set of the sails, and not the gales,
Which determines the way it goes.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWinds of Fate.