Mast and Sail in Europe and Asia

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J. Murray, 1906 - 448 pages

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Page 12 - have made no more of it than it was at first. That rude simplicity of bent plank, that can breast its way through the death that is in the deep sea, has in it the soul of shipping. Beyond this we may have more work, more men, more money ; we cannot have more miracle.
Page xx - enough is the sight, and yet when I see it I always stare anew, and with a kind of Titanic exultation, because that a poor boat with the brain of a man, and the hands of a boy on board, can match herself so bravely against black heaven and ocean.
Page 13 - lightning out of heaven, it leads love round the earth. ' Then also it is wonderful on account of the greatness of the enemy that it does battle with. To lift dead weight, to overcome length of languid space, to multiply or
Page 7 - continually in grace, strength, audacity, and beauty, until at last it has reached such a pitch of all these that there is not, except the very loveliest creatures of the living world, anything in nature so absolutely notable, bewitching, and according to its means and measure heart-occupying, as a well-handled ship
Page 13 - waves! The nails that fasten together the planks of the boat's bow are the rivets of the fellowship of the world. Their iron does more than
Page 13 - a given force, this we may see done by the bar, or beam, or wheel without wonder. But to war with that living fury of waters, to
Page 13 - enmity of ocean, the subtle, fitful, implacable smiting of the black waves, provoking each other on, endlessly, all the infinite march of the Atlantic rolling on behind them to their help, and still to strike them back into a wreath of smoke and futile foam, and win its way against them, and keep its charge of life from them ; does any other soulless thing do as much as this
Page 12 - it with complex tracery of ribs of oak, carve it and gild it till a column of light moves beneath it on the sea,
Page 13 - or wandering by the endless shores, wasting our incommunicable strength, and pining in hopeless watch of
Page 12 - an infinite strangeness in the perfection of the thing as work of human hands. I know nothing else

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