Winds, storms, tempests, thunders, lightnings, raging flames, dissolving elements, the archangel's trump smiting the silence of the tomb, the universal air blazing with disastrous splendors, "the tribes of the earth mourning and beating their breasts," the wicked calling on rocks and hills to fall upon them and cover them, the shouts of the saved, the howlings of the damned all, all will then utter one voice, all will pierce our very souls with their tones; all will repeat these words, "God alone is great, and God's salvation alone deserved the cares, toils, sacrifices of an immortal spirit."
What! Think you that my flashes show meOnly in lightnings to excel?Believe me, friends, you do not know me,For I can thunder quite as well.Heinrich Heine
He grew, and grew, A star-bright sign of fated empery; And all conspiring omens led him on To lofty purpose and pre-eminence. The mountain eagles, towering in their pride, Stoop'd at his beck and flock'd about his path, Like the small birds by wintry famine tamed; Or with their dusky and expansive wings Shaded and fann'd him as he slept at noon. The lightnings danced before him sportively, And shone innocuous as the pale cold moon In the clear blue of his celestial eye.hartley coleridge
The sweetest teaching did he introduce, Concealing truth under untrue speech. The place he spoke of as the gods' abode Was that by which he might awe humans most, The place from which, he knew, terrors came to mortals And things advantageous in their wearisome life The revolving heaven above, in which dwell The lightnings, and awesome claps Of thunder, and the starry face of heaven, Beautiful and intricate by that wise craftsman Time, From which, too, the meteor's glowing mass speeds And wet thunderstorm pours forth upon the earth.Euripides
Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them.robert jordan
And stoic Franklin's energetic shade Robed in the lightnings which his hand allay'd.lord byron
And round about the throne [there are] twenty-four thrones, and upon these thrones [I saw] seated twenty-four elders dressed in white outer garments, and upon their heads golden crowns. 5 And out of the throne there are proceeding lightnings and voices and thunders; and [there are] seven lamps of fire burning before the throne, and these mean the seven spirits of God. 6 And before the throne there is, as it were, a glassy sea like crystal.
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.walter scott
The sweetest teaching did he introduce, Concealing truth under untrue speech. The place he spoke of as the gods' abode Was that by which he might awe humans most, The place from which, he knew, terrors came to mortals And things advantageous in their wearisome life The revolving heaven above, in which dwell The lightnings, and awesome claps Of thunder, and the starry face of heaven, Beautiful and intricate by that wise craftsman Time, From which, too, the meteor's glowing mass speeds And wet thunderstorm pours forth upon the earth.
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
lightnings, that show the vast and foaming 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!
On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billowsAssail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain;He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;No sound can awake him to glory again!lyman heath
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