Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
“i am standing upon the seashore. a ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
“In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails that would never again be filled with wind,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“Our house stood within a few rods of the Chesapeake Bay, whose broad bosom was ever white with sails from every quarter… — Frederick Douglass Copy Share Image
