And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.

Robert Lowell
And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
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And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill. Here, the speaker is comparing a storm to a group of people moving towards a destination or goal. A storm is loud and chaotic, but is ultimately unavoidable. In this case, the speaker compares a storm to a group of people moving towards a goal. The storm may seem overwhelming at times, but is ultimately unavoidable.

Source: Lord Wearys Castle

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