Found in 2 poems.

The Corsair: A Tale[;] Canto the First

  • 87Her nation--flag--how speaks the telescope?
  • 90Yes--she is ours--a home-returning bark-- SHIP
  • 91Blow fair, thou breeze!--she anchors ere the dark.
  • 94How gloriously her gallant course she goes!
  • 95Her white wings flying--never from her foes--
  • 96She walks the waters like a thing of Life!
  • 99To move the monarch of her peopled deck!
  • 100Hoarse o'er her side the rustling cable rings:
  • 101The sails are furled; and anchoring round she swings;
  • 103Her boat descending from the latticed stern.
  • 105Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner[;] In Seven Parts

  • 167See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!