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Adelaide Anne Procter
Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main.
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George Bernard Shaw
Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways of Providence with drunken skippers is to run them on the rocks.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
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Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell-- Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,-- Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.
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Mrs. Ann Ward Radcliffe
But hark! what shriek of death comes in the gale, And in the distant ray what glimmering sail Bends to the storm?--Now sinks the note of fear! Ah! wretched mariners!--no more shall day Unclose his cheering eye to light ye on your way!
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William Falconer
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.
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William Shakespeare
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it.
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William Wordsworth
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
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