DREAD—DREADFUL.
Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?—Job, xiii. 11.
Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.—Job, xiii. 21.
They were so high, that they were dreadful.—Ezekiel, i. 18.
I am a great King, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.—Malachi, i. 14.
Next saw we Dread, all trembling, how he shook,
With foot uncertain, proffer’d here and there;
Benumb’d with speech; and with a ghastly look,
Search’d every place, all pale and dread for fear;
His cap borne up with starting of his hair;
’Stoun’d and amazed at his own share for dread,
And fearing greater dangers than was need.
Sackville.
Thou attended gloriously from Heaven,
Shall in the sky appear, and from thee send
The summoning archangels to proclaim
Thy dread tribunal.
Milton.
Who the Creator love, created might
Dread not; within their tents no terrors walk.
Coleridge.
As if a lark should suddenly drop dead
While the blue air yet trembled with his song,
So snapped at once that music’s golden thread,
Struck by a nameless fear, that leapt along
From heart to heart, and like a shadow sped
With instantaneous shiver through the throng;
So that some glanced behind, as half aware
A hideous shape of dread were standing there.
As when a crowd of pale men gather round,
Watching an eddy in the leaden deep,
From which they deemed the body of one drowned
Will be cast forth; from face to face doth creep
An eager dread, that holds all tongues fast bound,
Until the horror, with a ghastly leap,
Starts up, its dead blue arms stretched aimlessly,
Heaved with the swinging of the careless sea.
J. R. Lowell.