So distinguished by a Divine wisdom, power, and goodness, are God's works of creation and providence, that all nature, by the gentle voices of her skies and streams, of her fields and forests, as well as by the roar of breakers, the crash of thunder, the rumbling earthquake, the fiery volcano, and the destroying hurricane, echoes the closing sentences of this angel hymn, Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, the whole earth is full of His glory!
It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore, Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host, With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore A better welcome to the tempest-tost; And rarely ceased the haughty billow's roar, Save on the dead long summer days, which make The outstretch'd ocean glitter like a lake.Rochdale
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights, When the angry breakers roar As they beat on the rocky shore When storm-clouds brood on the towering heights Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore.Edward Lear
I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example, when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy [sic] Mercury who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy.freddie mercury
A life on the ocean wave!A home on the rolling deep,Where the scattered waters rave,And the winds their revels keep!Like an eagle caged I pineOn this dull unchanging shore:Oh give me the flashing brine,The spray and the tempest's roar!epes sargent
Throw thy bold banner to the breeze!Front with thy ranks the threatening seasLike thine own proud armorial trees, Carolina!Fling down thy gauntlet to the Huns,And roar the challenge from thy guns;Then leave the future to thy sons, Carolina!henry timrod
Why hold ye so my heart, nor dimly letThrough your deep leaves the light of yesterday,The faded glimmer of a sunshine set?Is it that in your darkness, shut from strife,The bread of tears becomes the bread of life?Far from the roar of day, beneath your boughsFresh griefs beat tranquilly, and loves and vowsGrow green in your gray shadows, dearer farEven than all lovely lights and roses are?frederick goddard tuckerman
When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me Well just today I had my birthday I made it thirty-four Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar.harry chapin
Prosper's earliest memory was of hearing the enormous Hoover starting up somewhere in the house, brand-new then possibly, anyway unknown to him, an inexplicable noise at once a roar and shriek and coming closer; moving away; closer again, and evidently seeking him out where he lay in bed. Then to find the great gray floor-sucker thing entering his room, manipulated by his grim-faced mother, therefore not dangerous at all, maybe.john crowley
In glittering arms and glory dressed, High he rears his ruby crest. There the thundering strokes begin, There the press and there the din; Talymalfra's rocky shore Echoing to the battle's roar.thomas gray
Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?friedrich von schiller
Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?charles mackay
But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.william shakespeare
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes by the deep sea, and music in its roar.lord byron
To die is landing on some silent shore Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, ’t is o’er.
I am woman, hear me roar.
A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill; Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore, now.
But aesthetics is not religion , and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now.