Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph swims bearing high above her head.Robert Browning
If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck.
You are disoriented. Blackness swims toward you like a school of eels who have just seen something that eels like a lot.douglas adams
He who constantly swims in the ocean loves dry land.Anton Chekhov
If it has four legs and is not a chair, has wings and is not an aeroplane, or swims and is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it.duke of edinburgh philip
Only the gamefish swims upstream, But the sensible fish swims down.ogden nash
But for you, it shall be forever Spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you shall have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the water lily swims, Shall walk along pathways, thro' the willows Of your West. You who went West, And only you on silvery twilight pillows Shall take your rest In the soft, sweet glooms Of twilight rooms.
Oft in one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet never did I breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken.john keats
He didn't come out of my belly, but my God , I've made his bones, because I've attended to every meal, and how he sleeps, and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride .
There's a double beauty whenever a swan swims on a lake with her double thereon.thomas hood
But I am unable to reach the lofty theme; yet I do not think that the smallest fish that swims in the boundless ocean ever complains of the immeasurable vastness of the deep. So it is with me, I can plunge with my puny capacity, into a subject, the immensity of which I shall never be able fully to comprehend.
Oh, a strange hand writes for our dear son O, stricken mother's soul! All swims before her eyes flashes with black she catches the main words only; Sentences broken gun-shot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish, taken to hospital; At present low, but will soon be better.walt whitman