Give me a spirit that on this life?s rough sea Loves t?have his sails filled with a lusty wind Even till his sail-yards tremble his masts crack And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water and her keel plows air.
But who is this what thing of sea or land– Female of sex it seems– That so bedeckd ornate and gay Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus bound for th isles Of Javan or Gadire With all her bravery on and tackle trim Sails filld and streamers waving Courted by all the winds that hold them play An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger?
If one does not know to which port one is sailing no wind is favorable.
Every ship is a romantic object except that we sail in.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
Im not afraid of storms for Im learning to sail my ship.
Give me a spirit that on this life?s rough sea Loves t?have his sails filled with a lusty wind Even till his sail-yards tremble his masts crack And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water and her keel plows air.
It [The Ancient Mariner] is marvellous in its mastery over that delightfully fortuitous inconsequence that is the adamantine logic of dreamland.
But who is this what thing of sea or land– Female of sex it seems– That so bedeckd ornate and gay Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus bound for th isles Of Javan or Gadire With all her bravery on and tackle trim Sails filld and streamers waving Courted by all the winds that hold them play An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger?
When you are at sea keep clear of the land.
To reach a port we must sail sail not tie at anchor sail not drift.