That Time, which ow'd to his decree its birth,
Should cease fore'er to wing its rapid flight.
42. WRITTEN IN A THUNDER-STORM. [(notes)]
In that loud voice, that shakes the earth and skies,
The ancient pagan heard Jove's angry tone,
Speaking to mortals from the clouds, his throne;
In that keen light, which rapid bursts and flies,
And darts to earth, and dazzles mortal eyes,