A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head and there is London Town.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough seaLoves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,And his rapt ship run on her side so lowThat she drinks water, and her keel plows air.George Chapman
The vessel, though her masts be firm,Beneath her copper bears a worm.Henry David Thoreau
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It would have been as though he [Pres. Johnson] were in a boat of stone with masts of steel, sails of lead, ropes of iron, the devil at the helm, the wrath of God for a breeze, and hell for his destination.
'Now wait and you will see,' said Giuán... 'See what?' 'Batian. It is so marvelous that you will just sit down and stare.' He was right and we did. ~ Felice Benuzzi It needed but little imagination to visualise the storm-crushed forecastle and poop, the remnants of protruding ribs, the stumps of masts and bowsprit. Even a porthole was open... ~ Felice Benuzzi
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.