Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by keeping the sea and that his was kept in order and increasing by staying in port; but know he finds, I fancy, if Emperors hear the truth, that his fleet suffers more in a night than ours in one year.
quote by Horatio Nelson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Stone Fleet
I have a feeling for those ships,
Each worn and ancient one,
With great bluff bows, and broad in the beam:
Ay, it was unkindly done.
But so they serve the Obsolete-
Even so, Stone Fleet!
You'll say I'm doting; do but think
I scudded round the Horn in one-
The Tenedos, a glorious
Good old craft as ever run-
Sunk (how all unmeet!)
With the Old Stone Fleet.
An India ship of fame was she,
Spices and shawls and fans she bore;
A whaler when her wrinkles came-
Turned off! till, spent and poor,
Her bones were sold (escheat)!
Ah! Stone Fleet.
Four were erst patrician keels
(Names attest what families be),
The Kensington, and Richmond too,
Leonidas and Lee:
But now they have their seat
With the Old Stone Fleet.
To scuttle them-a pirate deed-
Sack them, and dismast;
They sunk so slow, they died so hard,
But gurgling dropped at last.
Their ghosts in gales repeat
Woe's us, Stone Fleet!
And all for naught. The waters pass-
Currents will have their way;
Nature is nobody's ally; 'tis well;
The harbor is bettered-will stay.
A failure, and complete,
Was your Old Stone Fleet.
poem by Herman Melville
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Ever Popular Street
Rictameter Poem.
Fleet Street
that ancient door
where the printing machines
produced editions by the score
Hearts were aglow with paperboys calling
they made family life complete
and thanks went to London
to a place called
Fleet Street.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Daffodils
Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.
First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,
And once a thrush from out some hollow gray
On a field’s edge, where whitening stalks made cheer,
Fluted the last unto the budding year;
Now that the wind lets loose from orchard spray
Plum bloom and peach bloom down the dripping way,
Their punctual gold through the wet blades they rear.
Oh, fleet and sweet! A light to all that pass
Below, in the cramped yard, close to the street,
Long-stemmed ones flame behind the palings bare,
The whole of April in a tuft of grass.
Scarce here, soon will it be—oh, sweet and fleet!—
Gone like a snatch of song upon the stair.
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sunrise And Sunset
SUNRISE AND SUNSET
Sunrise and sunset moments of mystery of the vast universe
In shadows of life sun and moon following each other
Like a clock work staying in the tracks without coheres
Sunlight and moonlights luster lights up the world together forever
Roaming the skies complimenting each other strolling in Milky Way
Staying in the path never going stray morning and evening
Drawing the invisible lines keeping from crossing night and day
From dawn to dusk without a break raising and setting
Keeping the cycle in flow of time to be precise
Never stopping or pausing staying in pace with natural order
In harmony with the seasons always staying close to concise
Within the circle of other planets leaning on each other
World of conundrum that we live in life’s journey
Mystic of the creator whether it be sunny or rainy
poem by Ashram Ashram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Our duty was to try and find the Japanese fleet. We never did find the Japanese fleet and I am awfully glad, because they had attacked us there with six carriers, three battleships, 10 or 15 cruisers, and about 20 destroyers.
quote by Barney Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The People's Fleet
Out of her darkened fishing-ports they go,
A fleet of little ships, whose every name--
_Daffodil_, _Sea-lark_, _Rose_ and _Surf_ and _Snow_,
Burns in this blackness like an altar-flame;
Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong,
The people's fleet that never knew its worth,
And every name is a broken phrase of song
To some remembered loveliness on earth.
There's _Barbara Cowie_, _Comely Bank_ and _May_,
Christened, at home, in worlds of dawn and dew:
There's _Ruth_ and _Kindly Light_ and _Robin Gray_
With _Mizpah_. (May that simple prayer come true!)
Out of old England's inmost heart they sail,
A fleet of memories that can never fail.
poem by Alfred Noyes
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Antagonishtic - Parody Hughes MEARNS Antagonish and Thomas PERCY Warkworth Hermit
As I was strolling down Fleet Street
I met three tweeters texting fleet,
then Time defeated one more day,
and when one sun set where were they?
1 November 2009
robi03_1933_perc01_0001
robi03_193 3_mear01_0004
See
Thomas Percy: Warkworth
Samuel Johnson
Hughes Mearns: Antagonish et al
Last line parody of Lord BYRON Destruction of Sennacherib
poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
A fleet with flags arrayed
Sailed from the port of Brest,
And the Admiral's ship displayed
The signal: 'Steer southwest.'
For this Admiral D'Anville
Had sworn by cross and crown
To ravage with fire and steel
Our helpless Boston Town.
There were rumors in the street,
In the houses there was fear
Of the coming of the fleet,
And the danger hovering near.
And while from mouth to mouth
Spread the tidings of dismay,
I stood in the Old South,
Saying humbly: 'Let us pray!
'O Lord! we would not advise;
But if in thy Providence
A tempest should arise
To drive the French fleet hence,
And scatter it far and wide,
Or sink it in the sea,
We should be satisfied,
And thine the glory be.'
This was the prayer I made,
For my soul was all on flame,
And even as I prayed
The answering tempest came;
It came with a mighty power,
Shaking the windows and walls,
And tolling the bell in the tower,
As it tolls at funerals.
The lightning suddenly
Unsheathed its flaming sword,
And I cried: 'Stand still, and see
The salvation of the Lord!'
The heavens were black with cloud,
The sea was white with hail,
And ever more fierce and loud
Blew the October gale.
The fleet it overtook,
And the broad sails in the van
Like the tents of Cushan shook,
Or the curtains of Midian.
Down on the reeling decks
Crashed the o'erwhelming seas;
Ah, never were there wrecks
So pitiful as these!
Like a potter's vessel broke
The great ships of the line;
They were carried away as a smoke,
Or sank like lead in the brine.
O Lord! before thy path
They vanished and ceased to be,
When thou didst walk in wrath
With thine horses through the sea!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Up and Down
Down the Hill of Ludgate,
Up the Hill of Fleet,
To and fro and East and West
With people flows the street;
Even the King of England
On Temple Bar must beat
For leave to ride to Ludgate
Down the Hill of Fleet.
poem by Walter de la Mare
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fleet Of Foot and On The Run
A social etiquette,
To select others to repress...
Will someday stop the paying of dividends,
To those who have taken steps...
To make sure those kept oppressed,
Will never see them doubting...
Their own credibility,
Which has enabled them to debit on false claims.
And...
With unashamed requests to borrow overwhelming funds,
To protect the cost of keeping their fears,
Undetected and hypocritical...
While 'still' keeping fleet of foot and on the run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The fleet being thus more inclosed will more readily observe the signals, and with greater facility form itself into the line of battle a circumstance which should be kept in view in every order of sailing.
quote by William Falconer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My New Year
Feeling my age, not yet ready to get off the stage.
its last curtain call then it falls.
Another year comes to an end and another one begins.
listen to the people hear the thousands as they scream so loud.
a night to be proud. a night to reach for the clouds. dreams a plenty, changing are so many. time settle down.
time to look ahead and instead of constantly look back.
its in the here and now. not some faded memory.
the energy is building. the moment is increasing.
then everything explodes. what is all this commotion?
its my new year. it my new year. creating a world without fear.
making all the demons disappear.
with my words so sincere.
It over before you know it so just sit back and enjoy it.
with a wicked grin i can say this my new year.
my year oh yeah ...
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Keeping My Mistakes Replayed
Keeping my mistakes replayed,
Is just too much.
With a play decaying,
Out of touch!
And...
Erases what we gave to save.
Keeping my mistakes replayed,
Is just too much.
With increasing hating...
Rough enough,
To...
Knock me out on my behind.
Not taking a chill pill that could heal,
Erases what we gave to save.
To let the spilling of milk just build,
Erases what we gave to save.
And a pouting grouched over mole hills,
Erases what we gave to save...
That kept manifesting raged days,
And made me run away.
Yes.
Made me run away.
Keeping my mistakes replayed,
Is just too much.
With a play decaying,
Out of touch!
And...
Erases what we gave to save.
Keeping my mistakes replayed,
Is just too much.
With increasing hating...
Rough enough,
To...
Knock me out on my behind.
And that time is not mine to find.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life And Death
Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet
To shut our eyes and die:
Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart by
With flitting butterfly,
Nor grass grow long above our heads and feet,
Nor hear the happy lark that soars sky high,
Nor sigh that spring is fleet and summer fleet,
Nor mark the waxing wheat,
Nor know who sits in our accustomed seat.
Life is not good. One day it will be good
To die, then live again;
To sleep meanwhile: so not to feel the wane
Of shrunk leaves dropping in the wood,
Nor hear the foamy lashing of the main,
Nor mark the blackened bean-fields, nor where stood
Rich ranks of golden grain
Only dead refuse stubble clothe the plain:
Asleep from risk, asleep from pain.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Ever It Is
There isn’t a day I don’t think of you
There isn’t a week tears don’t fall from my eyes
Cause for yet again another week passed by
That I’m not in your arms
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you if you asked me to
Anything
Name your price
If it’s money you want
You’ll be rich
If it’s a big house you want
You’ll have the biggest in the state
If it’s fancy cars you want
You’ll have your own fleet
If it’s marijuana you want
You’ll have more then you could ever smoke
If it’s sex you need take it
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dupont’s Round Fight (November, 1861)
In time and measure perfect moves
All Art whose aim is sure;
Evolving rhyme and stars divine
Have rules, and they endure.
Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right,
And, warring so, prevailed,
In geometric beauty curved,
And in an orbit sailed.
The rebel at Port Royal felt
The Unity overawe,
And rued the spell. A type was here,
And victory of LAW.
poem by Herman Melville
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X
Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.
Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.
Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.
The truth of love
poem by Steve Bergwerff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Wet Litany
When the waters' countenance
Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance;
When our tattered smokes forerun
Ashen 'neath a silvered sun;
When the curtain of the haze
Shuts upon our helpless ways--
Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:
Libera nos Domine!
When the engines' bated pulse
Scarcely thrills the nosing hulls;
When the wash along the side
Sounds, a-sudden, magnified;
When the intolerable blast
Marks each blindfold minute passed;
When the fog-buoy's squattering flight
Guides us 'through the haggard night;
When the warning bugle blows;
When the lettered doorway's close;
When our brittle townships press,
Impotent, on emptiness;
When the unseen leadsmen lean
Questioning a deep unseen;
When their lessened count they tell
To a bridge invisible;
When the hid and perilous
Cliffs return our cry to us;
When the treble thickness spread
Swallows up our next-ahead;
When her sirens frightened whine
Shows her sheering out of line;
When--her passage undiscerned--
We must turn where she has turned,
Hear the Channel Fleet at sea:
Libera nos Domine!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Summer Lightning
Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.
poem by Lesbia Harford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Summer Lightning
Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.
poem by Lesbia Harford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!