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Inshore, across the pellucid jade-green waters of the bay, gently ruffled by the north-easterly breeze that was sweetly tempering the torrid heat of the sun, rose the ramage of masts and spars of the shipping riding there at anchor.
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
Which direction?" Robard asked.
"Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.
For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!
These lines are hooks, I'm fishing unknown seas.
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It's a place that does not exist.
Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier.
A cluster of yachts was anchored at the far side, and a smaller boat with a National Park Service logo on the side was tied at the dock. We slowed, turned, and slid in next to it. I
Young anglers love new rivers the way they love the rest of their lives. Time does not seem to be of the essence and somewhere in the system is what they are looking for.
Here by the Canal, a g - A hand closed around Eddie's
I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it."
"He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in.
"Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.
Don't stay in the harbour and miss the greatness of the sea. Just because everyone else is anchored, doesn't mean you have to be.
The best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.
Some boats are rotten in the ports; some boats shine in the hard journeys!
I love the ocean. Boats, not so much.
aboard ship, and then hard tack, salt-horse,
Gloucester's not some chi-chi tourist town. It's a working-class seaport: a no-kidding-around down-and-dirty place.
The drawbridge was up and the portcullis down,
Pier Angeli was in the movie called Sea of Sand that Guy Green directed where this idea came up.
Brighton Fishing Museum: Admission Free'.
Delaware River Power Squadron is dedicated to boating safety through education and civic activities in several locations in Philadelphia while also serving the boating public throughout southern Pennsylvania, the Delaware River, and the Chesapeake Bay.
Sailors are like my overies due North
cause down the shore everything's all right
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle.
Where is the tuna? Where? Where?
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Game recognize game in The Bay mane.
WELCOME TO LUCKY HARBOR! Home to 2,100 lucky people And 10,100 shellfish
Our marine terminals are invaluable commerce infrastructure, not only to our country but also for the many foreign manufacturers who sell primarily in the U.S. market.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
A boat would seem to be an object whose one purpose is to travel, but its real purpose is not to travel but to reach harbour. We found ourselves on the high seas, with no idea of which port we should be aiming for.
It was to have been a quiet evening at home. Home is the Busted Flush, 52-foot barge-type houseboat, Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale.
The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.
I bought ... the pins with my three daughters in mind; the ships are beautiful, graceful, and moving along at full sail, having long since left home port.
Go out looking for the end of a rainbow and there might only be a Port-A-Let.
that were to drive us to the port to
boathouse. "Good night, Harley." "Don't give
The sea is not a bargain basement.
Of course you had to pick the dive-y-est dive bar this side of Market. I think that door handle just gave me a venereal disease.
Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide
What's a pirate minus the ship? just a creative homeless guy
A boat without port is free only until the storm breaks out!
Natalie Bakopoulos has that rare gift, the ability to imagine a traumatic historical event in the form of individual lives and ordinary details. The Green Shore is compelling, personal, and full of quietly real moments,
You look good as a Pirate." Erin
"Ahoy, matey," he said, laying her back against the grass. "Me cap'n's ship needs a port." V' Aidan
"Me cap'n's port needs a ship." Erin
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
The sea? What's that?
Do you know the way to San Hose?
Once the tugboat takes you out to the ocean liner, you got to get all the way on board. Can't straddle both decks.
Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher
I grew up in Newquay, on the Atlantic coast and there developed a love of the sea and boats.
The days of languorous shore leave are long gone. Overnight stays are unheard of and sailor towns a distant memory. In better ports, seafarers head for a seamen's mission.
Build us a bridge to where you are.
Remember that on October 1, 2015, the American Container Ship El Faro with 5 graduates of Maine Maritime Academy was lost at sea." Captain Hank Bracker
I'm great at boats!
A wood that smells of the sea.
Philadelphia's Schuylkill River has long been the mother of waters for mid-Atlantic rowers, just as the Charles, which separates Boston from Cambridge, is for New England boaters.
Was it man's love to screw the sky with monuments span the bay with orange and silver bridges shuttling structure into structure incorruptible in this endless tie each age impassions be it in stone or steel either in echo or halfheard ruin
twenty miles of the sea. My
Wrecked on the lee shore of age.
Every ship needs a port because unlike ships waves never get tired!
There is but a plank between a sailor and eternity.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
ship needs a big sea.
Let go of the oars ... Everything you want is downstream.
We have sat on the river bank and caught catfish with pin hooks. The time has come to harpoon a whale.
Best fishing in troubled waters.
Carquinez Strait
Sittin' here resting my bones, this loneliness won't leave me alone. Two thousand miles I roam, just to make this dock my home. I'm just gon' sit at the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away. Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time.
You have to be careful on the deck, because of the "hatches," which are holes placed around a sailboat at random to increase the insurance rates.
Every poet knows the pun is Pierian, that it springs from the same soil as the Muse?a matching and shifting of vowels and consonants, an adroit assonance sometimes derided as jackassonance.
Seattle was built out on pilings over the sea, and at high tide the whole city seemed to come afloat like a ship lifting free from a mud berth and swaying in its chains.
On Sunday, something washed up on shore.
I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.
Taking command of HMS Portland is definitely the highlight of my 16 years in the Navy. It is a challenge that I am fully trained for and ready to undertake.
Tyneside Ships of Steel, built by Iron Men, old skills now lost
forever, hang your heads... and weep for them.
We go by the lighthouse; paddle out. After we got out, we paddled way down to get the biggest peak.
Let us Build the Boat first to cross the River.
Hope docks in my heart
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle,
flickered upon ocean's insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle
the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Let me guess. The big one is due in on the north shore? (Dante) Yes. So let's make this quick. I have a board, a wave, and a babe with my name on them and I would like to take advantage of all three. (Savitar)
USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE.
MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED.
We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea.
Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circle
of black boulders. No one saw we were there
and everyone who had ever been there
stood silently in air.
Where else do we ever have to go, and why?
ship. The courier just arrived from Paidara.
away from the ocean, heading toward the
She walked down the pier and carefully stepped into the boat, taking up her seat
The happiest hour a sailor sees Is when he's down At an inland town, With his Nancy on his knees, yo ho! And his arm around her waist!
The deep-laden boats pull in against the coast where the canneries dip their tails into the bay. The figure is advisedly chosen, for if the canneries dipped their mouths into the bay the canned sardines which emerge from the other end would be metaphorically, at least, even more horrifying.
We have reached the time in the life of the planet, and humanity's demand upon it, when every fisherman will have to be a river-keeper, a steward of marine shallows, a watchman on the high seas. We are beyond having to put back what we have taken out. We must put back more than we take out.
Bellport. A podium.
Near the waterfront of the bay, where you were about as likely to get stabbed as have breakfast. He
Books inviting us to read, on the bookshelves stand.
Piers for bridges that will lead, into Fairyland
We're going to need a bigger dock
I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth,
Creak of oars,
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered:
Salt of spray
And black-pitched boat's keel.
Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?
BOAT = Break Out Another Thousand
Of all the sacred places on the coast, none is more comforting than where rivers join the sea. By the river's disappearance we are reminded of life's passing, while by the ocean's beauty we accept it, in a hope we cannot explain.