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Athenaeus
I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.
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Athenaeus
I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.
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Henry David Thoreau
For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.
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Henry David Thoreau
For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.
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Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")
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.
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Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")
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.
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James Thomson
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.
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James Thomson
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.
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Mary Howitt
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.
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Mary Howitt
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.
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Matthew Prior
The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores.
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Matthew Prior
The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores.
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Mrs. Ann Ward Radcliffe
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!
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Mrs. Ann Ward Radcliffe
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!
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