blast

And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. 🔊

The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. 🔊

Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; 🔊

Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. 🔊

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