

Gerard Manley Hopkins, The Wreck of the Deutschland (1875–1876)
- Hope had grown grey hairs, Hope had mourning on, Trenched with tears, carved with cares, Hope was twelve hours gone; And figthful a nightfall folded rueful a day Nor rescue, only rocket and lightship, shone, To the shrouds they took – they shook in the hurling and horrible airs





William Shakespeare, The Tempest (1611)
MIRANDA:
If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: (...) O, I have suffer’d With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dash’d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor sould! They perish’d. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sun the sea within the earth, or e’er It should the good ship so have swallowed, and The frighting souls within her



Arthur Rimbaud, Drunken Boat (1871)
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;