O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd.
SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
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.
FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto iii., Line 642.