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"O pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep."

"How Bishop Aidan foretold to certain seamen a storm that would happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it."

"O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!"

"Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm."

"And as great seamen, using all their wealth And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths, In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass, To put a girdle round about the world."

"A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sails, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England in the lee."

"Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam, afar Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car; Or on wide waving wings expanded bear The flying chariot through the fields of air."

"For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of poor Jack."

"There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack."

"Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands, And, with his compass, measures seas and lands."

"The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators."

"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite And the crew of the captain's gig."

"Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale."

"Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way."

"What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before."

"Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle."

"—They write here one Cornelius—Son Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all The shipping there. —But how is't done? —I'll show you, sir. It is automa, runs under water With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight."

"Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free."

"Thus far we run before the wind."

"Nos fragili vastum ligno sulcavimus æquor."

"Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas."

"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!"

"And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it aboard with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it."

"Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves?"

"Well, then—our course is chosen—spread the sail— Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well— Look to the helm, good master—many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin."

"Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea."

"Upon the gale she stoop'd her side, And bounded o'er the swelling tide, As she were dancing home; The merry seamen laugh'd to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam."

"Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottomes through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge."

"Ye who dwell at home, Ye do not know the terrors of the main."

"Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me: Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea."

"Thou bringest the sailor to his wife, And travell'd men from foreign lands, And letters unto trembling hands; And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life."

"There were three sailors of Bristol City Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea."

"On deck beneath the awning, I dozing lay and yawning; It was the gray of dawning, Ere yet the Sun arose; And above the funnel's roaring, And the fitful wind's deploring, I heard the cabin snoring With universal noise."

"He hath put a girdle 'bout the world And sounded all her quicksands."