The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like... The Children's Garland from the Best Poets - Seite 80von Coventry Patmore - 1882 - 344 SeitenVollansicht
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...very strongly ; beat it out, as it were, so that the heavy thud of the surf is heard in the voice. " And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from...trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand." The three following verses form two climaxes. The first culminates on "struck," which should be pronounced...