Such was the tower of the North Foreland.
"A Yacht Voyage Round England" by W.H.G. Kingston
Within this rocky foreland lie two bays, sweet coverlets of blue waters, washing a shingly shore under shelter of dark cliffs.
"The Little Manx Nation - 1891" by Hall Caine
Not to be changed lightly for the locks and bars of The Foreland, eh?
"Witness to the Deed" by George Manville Fenn
Impelled by this most welcome breeze, we were soon round the South Foreland and off Dover, where we hove-to to land the pilot.
"The Cruise of the "Esmeralda"" by Harry Collingwood
You will have for a night-light in the room we shall give you, the North Foreland lighthouse.
"The Letters of Charles Dickens" by Charles Dickens
A cape or promontory projecting into the sea: as the North and South Forelands.
"The Sailor's Word-Book" by William Henry Smyth
And the youngest, he never was found; and the others was stone dead ashore, nigh on to the Foreland.
"Somehow Good" by William de Morgan
Foreland, Isle of Wight, 516.
"England, Picturesque and Descriptive" by Joel Cook
On July 28, a tall headland rose on the horizon, Queen Elizabeth's Foreland, so Frobisher named it.
"Adventurers of the Far North" by Stephen Leacock
Foreland after foreland came into view and disappeared.
"The Red River Colony" by Louis Aubrey Wood
Green, greener grows the foreland
Across the slate-dark sea,
And I'll see faces, places
That have been dreams to me!
"The Landing" by Padraic Colum
Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
"IV: Reveille" by A E Housman
Towering afar in parting light,
The fleets like Albion's forelands shine--
The full-sailed fleets, the shrouded show
"The Temeraire" by Herman Melville
Fierce breath hath vexed the foreland's face,
It glistens, glooms, and glistens;
But deep within this quiet place
Sweet Illa lies and listens.
"Illa Creek" by Henry Kendall
An' where we was, well, there warn't no knowin',
But we blowed the 'orn an' we kep' on goin',
Till all of a suddent the fog got thinner,
An' there was the Foreland, as I'm a sinner . . .
"Home For Christmas — Old Style" by Cicely Fox Smith
Aloof they crown the foreland lone,
From aloft they loftier rise--
Fair columns, in the aureole rolled
From sunned Greek seas and skies.
They wax, sublimed to fancy's view,
A god-like group against the blue.
"Off Cape Colonna" by Herman Melville