Shipwreck Quotes

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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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.

O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt more

O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways
of Providence with drunken skippers is to run more

Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways
of Providence with drunken skippers is to run them on the rocks.

He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.
[Lat., Inprobe Neptunum accusat, qui iterum naufragium facit.]

He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.
[Lat., Inprobe Neptunum accusat, qui iterum naufragium facit.]

Here and there they are seen swimming in the vast flood.
[Lat., Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto.]

Here and there they are seen swimming in the vast flood.
[Lat., Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto.]

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell--
Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,--
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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.

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the more

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.

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted more

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.

Each man makes his own shipwreck.
[Lat., Naufragium sibi quisque facit.]

Each man makes his own shipwreck.
[Lat., Naufragium sibi quisque facit.]