Learn of the little nautilus to sail,

Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 177.

On thy fair bosom, silver lake,

The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,

And round his breast the ripples break

As down he bears before the gale.

James G. Percival (1795-1856): To Seneca Lake.

The meanest floweret of the vale,

The simplest note that swells the gale,

The common sun, the air, the skies,

To him are opening paradise.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53.

Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,

Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 385.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,

Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 107.

Thus I steer my bark, and sail

On even keel, with gentle gale.

Matthew Green (1696-1737): The Spleen.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): The Cotter's Saturday Night.

So fades a summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;

So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore.

Mrs Barbauld (1743-1825): The Death of the Virtuous.

Nail to the mast her holy flag,

Set every threadbare sail,

And give her to the god of storms,

The lightning and the gale!

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): Old Ironsides.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,

Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

Samuel Rogers (1763-1855): The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.