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Q: Does this train stop at Brighton? A: I hope so or there's going to be a hell of a splash.
Stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way
Some boats are rotten in the ports; some boats shine in the hard journeys!
NRS called the "Big Basin Water Container" -
Choose to chance the rapids; dare to dance the tide
The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.
My friends joke that I raised the Titanic and never left the Rockies.
The Thames is liquid history.
Homesteads fronting on streams went like oranges aboard a scurvy-ridden ship.
The rapids beat below the boat Deep in the heart of the land Feel the pulse of the river in the pulse at your throat Deep in the heart of the land.
Those tour group companies that let you ride the donkeys down
trails and across rushing,
The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson...
If one wants to get a boat ride, one must be near the river.
could they get to the river in time?
The water moves on, a little faster than before, yet still the great river flows. It is as fluid and unpredictable in its moods as it has ever been, but it meanders within familiar banks.
Ol' man river,
Dat ol' man river
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes'keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
Trains tap into some deep American collective memory.
The gondola of London [a hansom].
They're called Virgin Trains because they don't go all the way.
I found my destination a few miles outside Swelling: a lone, squat, brown bar called The Inn of the Line...The place looked like a dive. Maybe even a plunge. Hell, it was a drowning accident.
Stops at the end of the road collected Clyde Lidgards like dams collected silt.
There are many ways to salvation, and one of them is to follow a river.
Misery's the river of the world. Everybody row!
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
It was not easy victory in the America Cup. Our boys spent years experimenting with different designs for their boat before they came up with the innovative idea of having a submerged nuclear submarine tow it.
Jessica DuLong's elegantly written "My River Chronicles" brings the past of the Hudson River into the vivid present, and carries forward the craft of literary non-fiction with grace and energy.
The River Swish
Deftly maneuvered through
the dark green abyss ~
The wooden raft seemed
in tune with this ~
Canorous rush of the
river swish....
My love is such that rivers cannot quench
Perhaps our grandsons, having never seen a wild river, will never miss the chance to set a canoe in singing waters ... glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in.
Amazing tributaries feeding where the rivers will never flow....
Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.
There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.
The river that never run Dry, always have a generous amend to flourish
In a thousand subtle and unsubtle ways they were reinventing the experience of living on board a boat.
Raft of the Medusa.
Rain patters on the roof of the wagon like the dancing feet of a hundred happy elves.
You get a canoe later and I'll paddle you
A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure.
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
You can always tell the old river hand by the way in which he stretches himself out upon the cushions at the bottom of the boat, and encourages the rowers by telling them anecdotes about the marvellous feats he performed last season.
There is much boasting among the young men about their teams as their horse and carts in Cleveland. Most of the Yorkshire men take as much delight in their ox draught as they used to do in their Horse Draught.
I was born by the river, in a little tent, and just like the river I've been running ever since.
My own experience with trains dates to long-ago childhood trips with my family in Mississippi to see my grandmother off at the station in Jackson, bound for Memphis.
I felt infuriatingly left out
a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Oh! You're the people ruining the rivers.
In that valley the train shrieks echo like souls on hooks.
Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could.
When there is a river in your growing up, you probably always hear it
It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
I have to find a boat. Somehow.
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
Rivers are places that renew our spirit, connect us with our past, and link us directly with the flow and rhythm of the natural world.
We are deep at the bottom of this river of time, caught up in the current of the moment where all the rivers rendezvous.
Staring down at the brook, I remembered a stream near Mammoth Lake. We'd parked the camper just above it and, all night, listened to it splashing across rocks and stones; a lovely sound.
of the station wagon tearing up the
All I did was sit on the riverbank handing out river water. After I'm gone, I trust you will notice the river.
You can't drown in Fred water if the cruise ship is full of salmon tacos." Sloan
canoe is the most graceful, the most sensitive, the most inexplicable contrivance of man. With its paddle you may dip up stars along quiet shores or steal into the very harbor of dreams. I
If you have a river, then you should share it with everyone.
Liberty trains for liberty.
The Big Valbowski is kinda like a pool just jump right in and get wet!!
Floating high on the waters of catastrophe
All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river.
Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
Everything that we want is downstream ... And you don't have even have to turn the boat and paddle downstream, just let go of the oars, the current will carry you.
Camp-keeping in the Delta was not all beer and skittles.
Where the rivers meet
you tell me of your black dreams.
Your memories make me uneasy.
But I listen because I know
my listening, like all other listening
allows you to heal.
I have not been on any river that has more of a distinctive personality than does the Missouri River. It's a river that immediately presents to the traveler, 'I am a grandfather spirit. I have a source; I have a life.'
Sometimes we would be staked out in the middle of the river, several barges tied together. So we could party.
I look at a stream and I see myself: a native South African, flowing irresistibly over hard obstacles until they become smooth and, one day, disappear - flowing from an origin that has been forgotten toward an end that will never be.
They still talk about the night that Augie Pabst, a fresh-faced heir to the brewing fortune, drove a rented Falcon into the swimming pool of the Mark Thomas Inn in Monterey, California. His reviews were so good that he repeated the act at a Howard Johnson's outside Denver.
We all live downstream
Not every man or woman sailing down the river will be a figure of force or significance. Some are merely in the boat with all of us.
Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.
I live like in the days of Daniel Boone, hauling water by hand. I used to have two Rolls-Royces. Now I got one. It's got four flat tires; the trunk is open, and a rat lives inside it.
How come we got the grumpy boat of bandy-legged Puritans? How come we didn't get the Italian party boat with the cappuccino makers and the gelato machine? That was the sexy boat, man.
River is time in water; as it came, still so it flows, yet never is the same.
Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
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 headwaters of Shit Creek are a cruel and treacherous expanse.
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.
I wish I had a river I could skate away on?
at the sight of the sinking,
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
skidded the elegant white speedboat skilfully through the
A river reaches places its source never knows.
As a youngster I worked the river boats going down the Mississippi and Illinois Rivers, pushing barges to Chicago, then all the way down to New Orleans.
Where there is water, there are people.
What is it about that fricking boat? Gets more visitors than a rich uncle on his deathbed.
Down to the river itself, the water so smooth that the stars and lights blended on its dark surface like a living ribbon of eternity. The
The third boat was quite pretty, too ... this one was an Adirondack fishing boat, and even though it was only half finished, I could picture Jay Gatsby in it, casting a line over the side while he yearned for that shallow tramp, Daisy.
Away down at the far end of the lake they got every night a glimpse of a big, continental train rushing through a clearing. Valancy liked to watch its lighted windows flash by and wonder who was on it and what hopes and fears it carried.
I love trains. I don't even mind First Great Western, which is a stupid name because it implies every carriage is first class, but they're not.
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It was one of those country parties where it felt as if no matter where you went you were always being watched by either a live horse or a dead stag, until you found yourself lingering by the washbasin after a piss just to escape this weirdly oppressive ungulate panopticon.
one of Marjorie's boats, they were inevitably
The river runs through the heart of the city, and braiding around and over and under the river, the city's rail system is a welter of tarnished silver ribbons.