n,_ Pt. v., St. 25.

She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
1672
BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 3.

As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
1673
COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. ii.

=Shipwreck.=

O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd.
1674
SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock--
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes,
In wild despair; while yet another stroke,
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide.
1675
FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto iii., Line 642.

=Shoes.=

I saw them go: one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes were on their feet.
1676
JAMES SMITH: _Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Debut._

Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet,
Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet.
1677
GAY: _Trivia,_ Bk. i., Line 33.

=Shore.=

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore,
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
1678
EMERSON: _Each and All._

There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
1679
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 178.

A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!
1680
WILLIAM PITT: _The Sailor's Consolation._

=Show.=

Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
1681
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8.

With books and money plac'd for show
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.
1682
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.

=Shrine.=

What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine,
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine.
1683
HEMANS: _Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers._

=Sickness.=

This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
1684
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Sighs.=

My story being done,
She gave m