Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
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.
And, as the last vessel spread her canvas to the wind, the Americans hoisted a most superb and splendid ensign on their battery.
A ship under sail and a big-bellied woman, Are the handsomest two things that can be seen common.
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
I hate a Barnacle as no man ever did before, not even a Sailor in a slow-sailing ship.
Quentin had an obsolete sailing ship that had been raised from the dead. He had psychotically effective swordsman and an enigmatic witch-queen. It wasn't the Fellowship of the Ring, but then again he wasn't trying to save the world from Sauron, he was trying to perform a tax audit on a bunch of hick islanders.
There is no ship now that can bear me hence
