Quotes About Mariner

The Ancient Mariner would not have taken so well if it had been called The Old Sailor.

It ["The Ancient Mariner"] is marvellous in its mastery over that delightfully fortuitous inconsequence that is the adamantine logic of dreamland.

I'm damn proud to be a Seattle Mariner.

Os fantasmas do mar, dos navios e das viagens oceânicas existiam apenas nessa gota verde brilhante. Mas, por cada dia que passava, mais os odores abomináveis da vida em terra se colavam ao marinheiro: o cheiro da família, o cheiro dos vizinhos, o cheiro da paz, do peixe frito, das piadas e das mobílias sempre imóveis, o cheiro dos livros de contas da casa e dos passeios de fim-de-semana... todos os cheiros pútridos que os homens de terra deitam, o fedor da morte.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

Boats with crimson spouts, to wit, steamers, dotted the skyline far away, and barques, with sails like the wings of butterflies, borne by an idle breeze, were bringing more than one ineligible young mariner back to the prose of shore.

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all. The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest Turned from the bridegroom's door.

God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so?' — With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.

It is an ancyant Marinere, And he stoppeth one of three: 'By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye Now wherefore stoppest me?

Henry Hudson was in his forties when he stepped into the light of history, a seasoned mariner, a man with a strong and resourceful wife and three sons, a man born and raised not only to the sea but to the quest for a northern passage to Asia, who, weaned from infancy on the legends of his predecessors, probably couldn't help but be obsessed by it.

Carl's concept of freedom had come to be embodied by a mariner in a storm, wholly responsible for himself, accountable to no one else, asking no quarter from the sea, measuring his worth by his immediate actions.

The Ancient Mariner would not have taken so well if it had been called The Old Sailor.

"God save thee, ancient Mariner!From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—Why look'st thou so?"—"With my crossbowI shot the Albatross."

It is an ancient Mariner,And he stoppeth one of three."By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"

At the time that the telegraph brought the news of his death, I was on the Pacific coast. I was a fresh new journalist, and needed a nom de guerre; so I confiscated the ancient mariner's discarded one, and have done my best to make it remain what it was in his hands—a sign and symbol and warrant that whatever is found in its company may be gambled on as being the petrified truth; how I have succeeded, it would not be modest in me to say.

You were not gazing at the fallen leaves. You went away from all the following seasons, feeling immortal. You loved tattoos and salt. Mariner, with two oars you knew the sea like a garden...then, you were gone.

He was not great; he was, in fact, very small. At the same moment, though, he was important, just as any point of light in a dark sky might be the star that led a mariner to safety, or the star watched by a lonely child during a sleepless night. . . .

Thus, gentlemen, though an inlander, Steelkilt was wild-ocean born, and wild-ocean nurtured; as much of an audacious mariner as any.

Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders: gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tame northern lands. So, too, it is, that in these resplendent Japanese seas the mariner encounters the direst of all storms, the Typhoon. It will sometimes burst from out that cloudless sky, like an exploding bomb upon a dazed and sleepy town.

The largest Martian canyon, Mariner Valley, which is probably the largest canyon in the solar system, is so vast that, if placed on North America, it would extend from New York City to Los Angeles.

With this idea, being a man with long experience of the sea (and they certainly have a great advantage over other men in any sort of task)...

No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor

a whaleman, is the tutelary guardian of England;

Every seaman is not only a navigator, but a merchant and also a soldier.