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Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. - Joseph Addison, The Campaign I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot. - Athenaeus, Deipnosophistoe (VIII, 19), Dorian, a flutist, ridiculing Timotheos, a zither player, who imitated a storm at sea The earth is rocking, the skies are riven-- Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven. - Robert Williams Buchanan, Horatius Cogitandibus (st. 16) A storm in a cream bowl. - James Butler, 1st Duke of Ormonde, Ormond Manuscripts--Commission New Series (vol. IV, p. 292), to the Earl of Arlington, Dec. 29, 1678 He used to raise a storm in a teapot. [Lat., Excitabat enim fluctus in simpulo.] - Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero) (often called "Tully" for short), De Legibus (III, 16) Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears. - Homer ("Smyrns of Chios"), The Iliad (bk. XV, l. 752), (Pope's translation) Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile. - Mary Howitt, The Wet Summer, from the German Ride the air In whirlwind. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 545) It is a tempest in a tumbler of water. [Fr., C'est une tempete dans un verre d'eau.] - Paul I (Petrovitch Pavlof), Grand duc de Russie, of the insurrection in Geneva The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores. - Matthew Prior, The Lady's Looking-Glass Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep, The rending thunders, as they onward roll, The loud winds, that o'er the billows sweep-- Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul! - Mrs. Ann Ward Radcliffe, Mysteries of Udolpho--The Mariner (st. 9) The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows. [Ger., Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Well spielen Ball mit dem Menschen.] - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, Wilhelm Tell (IV, 1, 59) Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear. - Sir Walter Scott, On a Thunderstorm, written at the age of twelve, found in Lockhart's "Life of Scott", vol. I, ch. III Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (Lysander at I, i) O Cicero, I have seen tempests when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds; But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (Casca at I, iii) Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (Cassius at V, i) As far as could ken thy chalky cliffs, When from thy shore the tempest beat us back, I stood upon the hatches in the storm, And when the dusky sky began to rob My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, I took a costly jewel from my neck, A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, And threw it toward thy land. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part II (Queen Margaret at III, ii) A little gale will soon disperse that cloud And blow it to the source from whence it came. Thy very beams will dry those vapors up, For every cloud engenders not a storm. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Clarence at V, iii) Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow, You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, downed the cocks. - William Shakespeare, King Lear (King Lear at III, ii) Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal. - William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (Isabella at II, ii) Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. - William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Gaunt at II, i) When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand. - William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (Third Citizen at II, iii) When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth. - William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (Third Citizen at II, iii) At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth. - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Summer (l. 1,133) For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully. - Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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