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.
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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great
waters:
These see the read more
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.
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.
A great ship askes deepe waters.
[A great ship asks deep waters.]
A great ship askes deepe waters.
[A great ship asks deep waters.]
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
The true ship is the ship builder.
The true ship is the ship builder.
The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered.
The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered.
Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being
drowned.
Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being
drowned.
Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets read more
Gracefully, gracefully glides our bark
On the bosom of Father Thames,
And before her bows the wavelets dark
Break into a thousand gems.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell read more
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
