Farewell Anchoring Quotes

The ship's boards were still sticky with new resin. We leaned over the railing to wave our last farewell, the sun-warm wood pressed against our bellies. The sailors heaved up the anchor, square and chalky with barnacles, and loosened the sails. Then they took their seats at the oars that fringed the boat like eyelashes, waiting for the count. The drums began to beat, and the oars lifted and fell, taking us to Troy.

You yearn to stay in this in-between place, where the beauty of the times you have freshly bade farewell to is still alive and vivid in your mind – almost real – and the reality of your new circumstances has yet to fully sink in. You listen to the familiar melodies that had accompanied you on your journey, and allow the music to evoke landscapes and scenes in your mind. The songs caress your sub-consciousness and fill your being with an airy joy. You are both here and elsewhere. Or perhaps you are everywhere and nowhere.

Gone is the flower and gone is the crow; gone is the future that promised to grow. Farewell the past, the present, the now; farewell the ship, the anchor, the bow.

Moments later, I was climbing nervously into the back of the car. The driver wore the archetypal expression of an antagonist. No words were exchanged beyond the brief lines uttered to this nameless stranger, whose inclinations remained unclear. The car sped along empty roads and traversed dingy alleyways. Music blared from its speakers. I did not remember exhaling throughout the entire journey.

communion was celebrated. "We had comunion. Captain Newport dined ashore with our diet, and invited many of us to supper as a farewell." The next day, Christopher Newport raised anchor and began the return trip to England. He took letters from those remaining in Virginia and carried accounts describing Virginia and the events that had occurred. The settlement had been made, and the future seemed promising.

Spanish Ladies" "Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain For we received orders for to sail for Old England But we hope, very soon, we shall see you again We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues We hove our ship to, with the wind at Sou'west boys We hove our ship to, our soundings to see We rounded and sounded, got 45 fathoms Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we The next land we made t'was called "The Deadman" Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness 'Til we came abreast of the South Foreland light Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor All in the Downs that night for to lie Then it's stand by your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheet fly So let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink off a full glass We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy Singing, here's a good health to each true-hearted lass We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues