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I'll be irreproachably tender; not a man, buta cloud in trousers!
vladimir mayakovsky— 1915 'The Cloud in Trousers' (translated by Samuel Charteris).
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convincedThat Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,—That oft the cloud which wraps the present hourServes but to brighten all our future days.
john brown— Barbarossa (1754), Act V, Scene 3.
I have sometimes thought there could be no stronger testimony in favor of Religion or against temporal Enjoyments even the most rational and manly than for men who occupy the most honorable and gainful departments and are rising in reputation and wealth, publicly to declare their unsatisfactoriness by becoming fervent Advocates in the cause of Christ, & I wish you may give in your Evidence in this way. Such instances have seldom occurred, therefore they would be more striking and would be instead of a "cloud of Witnesses."
james madison— Letter to William Bradford (September 1773), quoted in The Lustre of Our Country : The American Experience of Religious Freedom (2000) by John Thomas Noonan, p. 66
Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.
bob ross— Ann Curry (September 22, 2004) "Painter Bob Ross remains an iconic figure years after his death", NBC News.
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days.
john brown— John Brown, Barbarossa (1754), Act V, Scene 3.
It is therefore not an exaggeration to say that if the city of New York were replaced by a ball of fire, some significant percentage of the American population would see a silver lining in the subsequent mushroom cloud, as it would suggest to them that the best thing that is ever going to happen was about to happen: the return of Christ. It should be blindingly obvious that beliefs of this sort will do little to help us create a durable future for ourselves- socially, economically, environmentally, or geopolitically.
sam harris— p. xii (Letter to a Christian Nation (2006))
'Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.
— Elizabeth Oakes Smith, Water.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Percy Bysshe Shelley— 1819 'Ode to theWestWind', l.53-4.
A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, a cloud, and a rainbow's warning, suddenly sunshine and perfect blue, an April day in the morning.
— Harriet Prescott Spofford, April.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud … for every cloud engenders not a storm.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III (c. 1591), Act V, scene 3, line 9
My mother groaned! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
william blake— 1794 Songs of Experience,'Infant Sorrow'.
Keep the Home-fires burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away They dream of Home. There's a silver lining Through the dark clouds shining; Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till the boys come Home.
Lena Guilbert Ford— 1914 'Till the Boys Come Home', a wartime anthem (music by Ivor Novello).
... still many physicists are convinced to "see" the particle in a cloud chamber or on a scintillation screen, therefore accepting classical particle coordinates as pieces of reality. But what one concludes to see depends on the chosen model of reality, and this model can only be judged by its success in consistently and economically describing the observations (therefore interpolating between them).
h. dieter zeh— Information and determinism, Epist. Letters (Ferdinand Gonseth Association) (1980) 49.0.
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And not the wonders of thy youth relate; How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath, And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
joseph addison— Line 309. (The Campaign (1704))
But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not from a single blow. Surely the reckoning will be made after the passing of this cloud. We are the people without tears, straighter than you ... more proud...
anna akhmatova— I am not one of those who left the land..." (1922), translated in Poems of Akhmatova (1973) by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
thomas hardy— In Time of 'The Breaking Of Nations' (1915), lines 1-12, from Moments of Vision (1917); the title derives from lines of Jeremiah 51:20 Thou art my battle ax and weapons of war: for with thee will I break in pieces the nations."
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
— "Alone", l. 20-22.
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
— Thomas Hardy, in "In Time of 'The Breaking Of Nations'" (1915), from Moments of Vision (1917)
Some day this old Broadway shall climb to the skies, As a ribbon of cloud on a soul-wind shall rise, And we shall be lifted, rejoicing by night, Till we join with the planets who choir their delight. The signs in the streets and the signs in the skies Shall make a new Zodiac, guiding the wise, And Broadway make one with that marvelous stair That is climbed by the rainbow-clad spirits of prayer.
— Vachel Lindsay, Rhyme about an Electrical Advertising Sign.
The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting luminary, And all the strips of cloud began to vary Their hues, and all the zenith seemed to ope As if to show a cope beyond the cope!
epes sargent— Sunrise at Sea.
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And not the wonders of thy youth relate; How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath, And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
joseph addison— Joseph Addison, Campaign, To Philip Dormer.
Keep the home fires burning, while your hearts are yearning, Tho' your lads are far away they dream of home. There's a silver lining through the dark cloud shining; Turn the dark cloud inside out till the boys come home.
Lena Guilbert Ford— Theme suggested by Ivor Novello, who wrote the music. Sung by the soldiers in the Great War.
One morning, as I was sitting by the fire, a great cloud came over me, and a temptation beset me, and I sate still? And as I sate still under it and let it alone, a living hope rose in me, and a true voice arose in me which cried:There is a living God who made all things. And immediately the cloud and temptation vanished away, and the life rose over it all, and my heart was glad, and I praised the living God.
George Fox— 1648 Journal of George Fox.
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.
Henry Vaughan— 1650 Silex Scintillans,'The Retreat'.
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,It is not night if Thou be near;Oh, may no earth-born cloud ariseTo hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
john keble— Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 90.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps — does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
rabindranath tagore— 61
Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge— St. 5. (Dejection: An Ode (1802))
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's glory is shed.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— When the Lamp is Shattered, st. 1 (1822).
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair, In lonelier grace, to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!
john greenleaf whittier— John Greenleaf Whittier, The Bride of Pennacook, Part III. The Daughter.
