Navigation

thumb|right|Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,And, with his compass, measures seas and lands. Navigation is the process of monitoring and controlling the movement of a craft or vehicle from one place to another. It is also the term of art used for the specialized knowledge used by navigators to perform navigation tasks. All navigational techniques involve locating the navigator's position compared to known locations or patterns. Quotes Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 548-50. O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,There's danger on the deep. Thomas Haynes Bayly, The Pilot. How Bishop Aidan foretold to certain seamen a storm that would happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it. Bede, heading of chapter in his Ecclesiastical History, III, 15. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,Survey our empire, and behold our home! Lord Byron, The Corsair (1814), Canto I, Stanza 1. Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm. George Canning, The Pilot that Weathered the Storm. And as great seamen, using all their wealthAnd skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass,To put a girdle round about the world. George Chapman, Bussy d'Ambois, Act I, scene 1, line 20. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fastAnd fills the white and rustling sails, And bends the gallant mast!And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free,Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England in the lee. Allan Cunningham, Songs of Scotland, A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam, afarDrag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;Or on wide waving wings expanded bearThe flying chariot through the fields of air. Erasmus Darwin, The Botanic Garden, Part I. 1. 289. For they say there's a Providence sits up aloftTo keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Charles Dibdin, Poor Jack. There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Charles Dibdin, Poor Jack. Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,And, with his compass, measures seas and lands. John Dryden, Sixth Satire of Juvenal, line 760. The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators. Edward Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Chapter LXVIII. Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold And the mate of the Nancy brig,And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite And the crew of the captain's gig. W. S. Gilbert, Yarn of the "Nancy Bell". Thus, I steer my bark, and sailOn even keel, with gentle gale. Matthew Green, Spleen, line 814. Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play,I mind my compass and my way. Matthew Green, Spleen, line 826. What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before. Robert Herrick, Safety on the Shore. Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle. Ben Jonson, Discoveries, Illiteratus Princeps. —They write here one Cornelius—SonHath made the Hollanders an invisible eelTo swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink allThe shipping there.—But how is't done?—I'll show you, sir.It is automa, runs under waterWith a snug nose, and has a nimble tailMade like an auger, with which tail she wrigglesBetwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight. Ben Jonson, Staple of News, Act III, scene 1. Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,Where the shrill winds whistle free. Charles Mackay, Some Love to Roam. Thus far we run before the wind. Arthur Murphy, The Apprentice, Act I, scene 1, line 344. Nos fragili vastum ligno sulcavimus æquor. We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark. Ovid, Epistolæ ex Pont. I. 14. 35. Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease,Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Martyn Parker, Ye Gentlemen of England. 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! The Sailor's Consolation; attributed to Billy Pitt, Colman. And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it aboard with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it. Pliny the Elder, Natural History, Book II, Chapter CIII. Holland's translation. Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves? Plutarch, Morals, Natural Questions, XII. Well, then—our course is chosen—spread the sail—Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well—Look to the helm, good master—many a shoalMarks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the SirenWho, like ambition, lures men to their ruin. Walter Scott, Kenilworth, verses at head of Chapter XVII. Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free,So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. Walter Scott, Lord of the Isles, Canto IV, Stanza 10. Upon the gale she stoop'd her side,And bounded o'er the swelling tide, As she were dancing home;The merry seamen laugh'd to seeTheir gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. Walter Scott, Marmion (1808), Canto II, Stanza 1. Behold the threaden sails,Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,Draw the huge bottomes through the furrow'd sea,Breasting the lofty surge. William Shakespeare, Henry V (c. 1599), Act III. Chorus, line 10. Ye who dwell at home,Ye do not know the terrors of the main. Robert Southey, Madoc in Wales, Part IV. Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me:Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. George A. Stevens, The Storm. Thou bringest the sailor to his wife, And travell'd men from foreign lands, And letters unto trembling hands;And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life. Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part X. There were three sailors of Bristol CityWho took a boat and went to sea.But first with beef and captain's biscuitsAnd pickled pork they loaded she.There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy,And the youngest he was little Billee.Now when they got as far as the EquatorThey'd nothing left but one split pea. William Makepeace Thackeray, Little Billee. On deck beneath the awning,I dozing lay and yawning;It was the gray of dawning, Ere yet the Sun arose;And above the funnel's roaring,And the fitful wind's deploring,I heard the cabin snoring With universal noise. William Makepeace Thackeray, The White Squall. He hath put a girdle 'bout the worldAnd sounded all her quicksands. John Webster, Duchess of Malfi, Act II, scene 1. External links navigation Category:Transport Category:Occupations Category:Maritime