As the calm boatman steers His slender Shallop where he fain would go, Tempests and rocks before, so through the dark To this dim, far-off day has set my bark.
"A Woman's Love Letters"
Sophie M. Almon-Hensley
And then towards the shelving beach A cedar Shallop drew, With silver prow shaped like a swan And sails of rainbow hue.
"A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems"
A. B. S. Tennyson
No spirit-Shallop has yet been found to float us across the gulf, say rather the invisible line, that separates soul from soul.
"Weighed and Wanting"
George MacDonald