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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sailor (See Ship)

  • Poor child of danger, nursling of the storm,
  • Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form!
  • Rocks, waves, and winds, the shatter’d bark delay,
  • Thy heart is sad, thy home is far away.
  • Campbell.

  • O Thou, who in Thy hand dost hold
  • The winds and waves that wake or sleep,
  • Thy tender arms of mercy fold
  • Around the seamen on the deep.
  • Hannah F. Gould.

  • I love the sailor; his eventful life—
  • His generous spirit—his contempt of danger—
  • His firmness in the gale, the wreck, the strife;
  • And though a wild and reckless ocean-ranger,
  • God grant he make the port, when life is o’er,
  • Where storms are hush’d, and billows break no more.
  • Walter Colton.

  • Hark to the Boatswain’s call, the cheering cry!
  • While through the seaman’s hand the tackle glides;
  • Or schoolboy Midshipman that, standing by,
  • Strains his shrill pipe as good or ill betides,
  • And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.
  • Byron.

  • There’s one whose fearless courage yet has never failed in fight;
  • Who guards with zeal our country’s weal, our freedom, and our right;
  • But though his strong and ready arm spreads havoc in its blow;
  • Cry “Quarter!” and that arm will be the first to spare its foe.
  • He recks not though proud Glory’s shout may be the knell of death;
  • The triumph won, without a sigh he yields his parting breath.
  • He’s Britain’s boast, and claims a toast! “In peace, my boys, or war,
  • Here’s to the brave upon the wave, the gallant English Tar.”
  • Eliza Cook.