Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell’d with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o’er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir’d, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.
Homer (“Smyrns of Chios”) Quotes , Source: The Iliad
Scenes From the Lily Pad 