THE poets have apostrophised the sea until the power of metaphor and simile could apparently no further go. Now, it is a monarch whose purple diadem is gemmed by the ocean isles; now, a monster whose insatiable maw is filled with wrecked ships and dro...
THE poets have apostrophised the sea until the power of metaphor and simile could apparently no further go. Now, it is a monarch whose purple diadem is gemmed by the ocean isles; now, a monster whose insatiable maw is filled with wrecked ships and drowned seamen. Again, it is a beauty, whose azure brow is all unwrinkled by the lapse of years; or 'a vast and wandering grave,' into which 'the heavy-shotted hammockshroud' drops hopelessly.