Canning.    

Gibbon.    

	A strong nor’wester’s blowing, Bill!
	Hark! don’t yet hear it roar now?
	Lord help ’em, how I pities them
	Unhappy folks on shore now!

William Pitt.    

	Skill’d in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
	And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.

Dryden.    

	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.    

	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.    

Sir Wm. Blackstone.    

	Behold the threaden sails,
	Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
	Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow’d sea,
	Breasting the lofty surge.

Shakespeare.    

	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.    

	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.    

	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.