That he was brave the white-haired cragsmen tell, Round all the coast from Hartland to Pentire; And shipwreck’d mariners remember well How grand he look’d when flashed the beacon-fire. As down the cliff he rush’d against the gale, Well might he seem the Angel of the Storm; While his deep voice the stranded bark would … Continue reading The Plaint of Morwenstow by Henry Sewell Stokes