Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.
For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.
Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Hearts of oak are our men.
Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea
When heaven was all tranquillity.
Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore.
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes 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!
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.
Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died,
In the broad river ebbed and flowed the tide,
Ships went to sea, and ships came home from sea,
And the slow years sailed by and ceased to be.
As ships becalmed at eve, that lay
With canvas drooping, side by side,
Two towers of sail, at dawn of day
Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried.
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who hold an hour's 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.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings.
I send thee a shell from the ocean-beach;
But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech.
Hold to thine ear
And plain thou'lt hear
Tales of ships.
Many a time,... from a bad beginning great friendships have sprung up.
Menenius Agrippa concluded at length with the celebrated fable: "It once happened that all the other members of a man mutinied against the stomach, which they accused as the only idle, uncontributing part in the whole body, while the rest were put to hardships and the expense of much labour to supply and minister to its appetites."
The saying of old Antigonus, who when he was to fight at Andros, and one told him, "The enemy's ships are more than ours," replied, "For how many then wilt thou reckon me?"
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters.
It is the characteristic of the most stringent censorships that they give credibility to the opinions they attack.
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
Assumptions are the termites of relationships.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;