Let not your soul be sunk in sad despair; He lives, he breathes this heavenly vital air, Among a savage race, whose shelfy bounds With ceaseless roar the foaming deep surrounds.
"The Odyssey of Homer"
Homer, translated by Alexander Pope
She ceased, and bounding from the shelfy shore, Round the descending nymph the waves resounding roar.
"The Odyssey of Homer"
Homer, translated by Alexander Pope