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13 Quotes for 'Boating' in the Database.
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Boating Quotes
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Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat.
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar!
Author: Joanna Baillie
Source: Oh, Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat, a song
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Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Author: Robert Burton
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy--Democritus to the Reader
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On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto III, st. 86)
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But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
Author: William Cowper
Source: Human Frailty (st. 6)
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We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves
An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
Author: John Davidson
Source: In a Music-Hall and Other Poems (l. 17)
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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
Author: Edward Lear
Source: The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
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And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
Author: Andrew Marvell
Source: Bermudas
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Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.
Author: Michael Eyquen de Montaigne
Source: Of Profit and Honesty (bk. II, ch. XXIX)
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Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Author: Thomas Moore
Source: Canadian Boat Song
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Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets dark
Break into a thousand gems.
Author: Thomas Noel
Source: A Thames Voyage
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Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.
Author: Plutarch
Source: Whether 'twas rightfully said, Live concealed
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Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Essay on Man (ep. III, l. 177)
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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick 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.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Antony and Cleopatra (Enobarbus at II, ii)
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