From the stormy sea of the future are blotted out eternally for thee-calypso and her Golden Isle.
"Ernest Maltravers, Complete"
Edward Bulwer-Lytton
calypso, too, not "eternally aground on the Goodwin Sands of inconsolability," interests me, in that I also was mothered of a sea-wife.
"An Ocean Tramp"
William McFee
Her hair was of the most luxuriant, and of the deepest, black; and it was worn in a fashion-then uncommon, without being bizarre-now hackneyed by the plainest faces, though suiting only the highest order of beauty-I mean that simple and classic fashion to which the French have given a name borrowed from calypso, but which appears to me suited rather to an intellectual than a voluptuous goddess.
"Godolphin, Volume 2."
Edward Bulwer-Lytton