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You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 166.
Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest Your truth and valor wearing: The bravest are the tenderest, - The loving are the daring.— BAYARD TAYLOR — The Song of the Camp.
For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.— TENNYSON — Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. St. 6.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried.— CHAS. WOLFE — The Burial of Sir John Moore at Carunna. St. 1.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.— CHAS. WOLFE — The Burial of Sir John
S. Moore at Carunna. St. 3. Some for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valour saved.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 250.
Navigation. O pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.— THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY — The Pilot.
The royal navy of England has ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength; the floating bulwark of the island.— SIR WM. BLACKSTONE — Commentaries. Vol. I. Bk. I. Ch. XIII.
Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 28.
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!— BYRON — The Corsair. Canto I. St. 1.
Ye Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze!— CAMPBELL — Ode. Ye Mariners of
England. Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.— CANNING — 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.— GEO. CHAPMAN — Bussy D' Ambois. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 20.
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.— ALLAN CUNNINGHAM — Songs of Scotland.
A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands, And, with his compass, measures seas and lands. C.— DRYDEN — Sixth Satire of Juvenal. L. 760.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.— GAY — Sweet William's Farewell to
Black-Eyed Susan. The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.— GIBBON — Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Ch. LXVIII.
Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.— MATTHEW GREEN — The Spleen. L. 826.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.— MATTHEW GREEN — The Spleen. L. 814.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.— HERRICK — Safety on the Shore.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.— BEN JONSON — Discoveries. Illiteratus
Princeps. There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of Charles the Second. But the seamen were not gentlemen; and the gentlemen were not seamen.— MACAULAY — History of England. Vol. I. Ch. III. Pt. XXXII.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.— CHARLES MACKAY — Some Love to Roam.
Thus far we run before the wind.— ARTHUR MURPHY — The Apprentice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 344.
OCCUPATIONS-NAVIGATION. 445 Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas.— MARTYN PARKER — Ye Gentlemen
of England. 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!— WILLIAM PITT — The Sailor's
Consolation. And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it abroad with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it.— PLINY — Natural History. Bk. II. Ch. CIII. Holland's trans.
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?— PLUTARCH — Morals. Natural Questions.
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.— SOUTHEY — Sonnet XIX.
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me: Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea.— GEORGE A. STEVENS — The Storm.
And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill. C.— TENNYSON — Break, Break, Break. St. 3.
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.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. X.
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.— THACKERAY — The White Squall.
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 Nature's sun and showers.— WHITTIER — The Ship-Builders.
Painting. And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most.— ADDISON — The Campaign. Last line.
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. * * * * * * The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.— BYRON — Monody on the death of the Rt. Hon. R. B. Sheridan. St. 3.
A A picture picture is a poem without words.— CORNIFICUS — Anet. ad Her. 4. 28.
OCCUPATIONS-PAINTING.. Here, take my likeness with you, whilst 'tis so; For, when from hence you go, The next sun's rising will behold Me pale, and lean, and old. The man who did this picture draw Will swear next day my face he never saw.— ABRAHAM COWLEY — The Mistress. My
Picture. Hard features every bungler can command: To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.— DRYDEN — To Mr. Lee, on his Alexander. L. 53.
Pictures must not be too picturesque.— EMERSON — Essays. Of Art.
A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.— GOLDSMITH — Retaliation. L. 63.
The fellow mixes blood with his colors. Said by GUIDO RENI of RUBENS. One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.— NATH. HAWTHORNE — Marble Faun. Bk. II. Ch. XII.
Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?— HOOD — The Painter Puzzled.
He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his own.— MRS. JAMESON — Memoirs and Essays.
Washington Allston. The only good copies are those which exhibit the defects of bad originals.— LA ROCHEFOUCAULD — Maxims. No. 136.
The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture.— S. LONGFELLOW — Michael Angelo. Pt. II. 4.
Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.— MASON — Fresnoy's Art of Painting.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.— POPE — Eloisa and Abelard. Last line.