The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
After a storm comes a calm.
Anybody can pilot a ship when the sea is calm.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Countless as the sands of the sea are human passions.
Instead of passing on choppy waters to the next generation, we should endeavor to leave them a calmer sea.
The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
It is extraordinary to see the sea; what a spectacle! She is so unfettered that one wonders whether it is possible that she again become calm.
For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.