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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) The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free. - Bayard Taylor A boding silence reigns, Dread through the dun expanse; save the dull sound That from the mountain, previous to the storm, Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the flood, And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath. Prone, to the lowest vale, the aerial tribes Descend; the tempest-loving raven scarce Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze, The cattle stand, and on the scowling heavens Cast a deploring eye; by man forsook Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast, Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave. - James Thomson (1) Defeating oft the labors of the year, The sultry South collects a potent blast. At first the groves are scarcely seen to stir Their trembling tops, and a still murmur runs Along the soft-inclining fields of corn; But as the aerial tempest fuller swells, And in one mighty stream, invisible, Immense, the whole excited atmosphere Impetuous rushes o'er the sounding world. - James Thomson (1) 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 The winds with hymns of praise are loud, Or low with sobs of pain,-- The thunder-organ of the cloud, The dropping tears of rain. - John Greenleaf Whittier Displaying page 2 of 2 for this topic: << Prev 1 [2]
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