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Synonyms for spume

a mass of bubbles in or on the surface of a liquid

to form or cause to form foam

Synonyms for spume

foam or froth on the sea

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make froth or foam and become bubbly

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Others broke over the piers, and with their spume swept the lanthorns of the lighthouses which rise from the end of either pier of Whitby Harbour.
Not uninvented that, which thou aright Beleivst so main to our success, I bring; Which of us who beholds the bright surface Of this Ethereous mould whereon we stand, This continent of spacious Heav'n, adornd With Plant, Fruit, Flour Ambrosial, Gemms & Gold, Whose Eye so superficially surveyes These things, as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground, materials dark and crude, Of spiritous and fierie spume, till toucht With Heav'ns ray, and temperd they shoot forth So beauteous, op'ning to the ambient light.
It looked exanimate enough, with its idle wheel looming above the black stream dashed with yellow-white spume, and its cluster of sheds sagging under their white load.
Unforgettable River MANY rivers have I seen, both near and far Yet appealing as they were, none could ever stir Or part share the delight which always leapt in me At sight of the grey, oil-filmed Mersey Since moving witness of childhood's joy and woe To stand beside it on tip-toe Straining to see a broad-beamed ferry berth Then racing up its gangplank, as if to heaven from earth Waves in awesome tumult as it steadily turned With spumes of high-blown spray drenching The spreading wings of seabirds Strung like bunting over every crossing Many years have passed since last I did it view Had I known then what now I do Goodbye it should have been - not adieu But memories of its grey, oil-filmed surface Linger still, to always bring sweet solace by Lynne Munn, London
The exhibition is at the Kooywood Gallery, Cardiff, until February 20 Highlights of Eric Malthouse's work Where the Wind Blows Red, a lithograph produced in 1965, was suggested by the red sky and spumes of smoke from Port Talbot's vast new steelworks.
How could I know I would spend nights sleeping in a cliff top lighthouse with the sea crashing beneath, throwing spumes of spray over the rocks; that I would become a champion mackerel catcher, and reflexology recipient?
A fact that, I'm pleased to say, prompted Private Eye to moan: "Few hacks can match O'Sullivan for rank hypocrisy and his pointless, almost scary spumes of vitriol against the hapless contestants."
How could I know I would spend nights sleeping in a clifftop lighthouse with the sea crashing beneath, throwing spumes of spray over the rocks?
This was made vivid when the canvases were first shown, at the Serpentine in 2004, together with the suspended polyurethane spumes, as if the paintings were asking to be read as notations of the rotational, bodily movements of the sculptures.