Glorious, stirring sight! The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today--in next week tomorrow!... Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped--always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop- poop! O my! O my!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas! when Virtue sits high aloft on a frigate's poop, when Virtue is crowned in the cabin of a Commodore, when Virtue rules by co...mpulsion, and domineers over Vice as a slave, then Virtue, though her mandates be outwardly observed, bears little interior sway.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne Burned on the water. The poop was beaten gold;... Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »