| "I must go down to the sea again, "to the lonely sea and the sky, to the flung spume and the blown spray and the --" | |
| "Star of the sea, here lies the heavy sheet The deep swell, the ocean of wheat The turbulent spume and our full granaries | |
| Donald: "You look out on this wild landscape stretching away as far as the eye can see, streaks of spume blown down the face of these immense waves... and froth-white foam sending a great flurry of spray and heavy water | |
| Here's some interesting data on the formation of spray and spume. | |
| I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. | |
| "I must go down to the sea again, "to the lonely sea and the sky, to the flung spume and the blown spray and the --" | |
| "Star of the sea, here lies the heavy sheet The deep swell, the ocean of wheat The turbulent spume and our full granaries | |
| Donald: "You look out on this wild landscape stretching away as far as the eye can see, streaks of spume blown down the face of these immense waves... and froth-white foam sending a great flurry of spray and heavy water | |
| Here's some interesting data on the formation of spray and spume. | |
| I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. | |
| The sea's old, but it still spumes. | |
| The sea's old, but it still spumes. | |
