STORM.
The lowering element
Scowls o'er the darkened landscape.
Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.
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 loosened aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal,
Crushed, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage,
Till, in the furious elemental war
Dissolved, the whole precipitated mass
Unbroken floods and solid torrents pour.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?
King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Julius Cæsar, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds.
Julius Caesar, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted.
Book I. Ode V. HORACE. Trans. of MILTON.
Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep,
The rending thunders, as they onward roll,
The loud, loud winds, that o'er the billows sweep—
Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul!
Mysteries of Udolpho: The Mariner. MRS. ANN RADCLIFFE.