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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great
waters:
These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. CVII, v. 23-24)
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She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: The Corsair (canto I, st. 3)
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She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: The Corsair (canto III, st. 15)
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For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Source: The Ancient Mariner
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A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill;
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore, now.
Author: Charles Dibdin
Source: Sailor's Consolation, attributed to Pitt (song writer) and Hood
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The true ship is the ship builder.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: Essays--Of History
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When rats leave a sinking ship, where exactly do they think
they're going?
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: Essays--Of History
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For she is such a smart little craft,
Such a neat little, sweet little craft--
Such a bright little,
Tight little,
Slight little,
Light little,
Trim little, slim little craft!
Author: William S. Gilbert
Source: Ruddigore
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A great ship askes deepe waters.
[A great ship asks deep waters.]
Author: George Herbert
Source: Jacula Prudentum
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The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered.
Author: George Herbert
Source: Jacula Prudentum
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Morn on the waters, and purple and bright
Bursts on the billows the flushing of light
O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun,
See the tall vessel goes gallantly on.
Author: Thomas Kibble Hervey
Source: The Convict Ship
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Ships that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore.
Author: Thomas Kibble Hervey
Source: The Devil's Progress
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Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being
drowned.
Author: Samuel Johnson
Source: Boswell's Life of Johnson
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Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out
trail,
We're sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always
new.
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Source: L'Envoi--There's a Whisper down the Field
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The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds--
The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband an' 'e gives 'er all she needs;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun',
They're just the same as you an' me, a'-plyin' up an' down.
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Source: The Liner She's a Lady
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Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always steam,
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see thy Hand, O God--
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Source: McAndrew's Hymn
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Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Building of the Ship (l. 1)
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There's 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!
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Building of the Ship (l. 66)
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And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, ch. VII)
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Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.
Author: Thomas Moore
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Light of the Harem
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And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: Kenilworth (ch. XXIX, introductory verses)
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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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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.
Author: Robert Southey
Source: Sonnet XIX
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It would have been as though he [President Andrew 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.
Author: Emery Alexander Storrs
Source: in a speech in Chicago about 1865 or 1866 when Johnson threatened to imitate Cromwell and with troop
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And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: Break, Break, Break (st. 3)
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