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The clouds have thunderously poured down water; A sound the cloudy skies have given forth. Also, your own arrows proceeded to go here and there.
— Clouds
The clouds have thunderously poured down water; A sound the cloudy skies have given forth. Also, your own arrows proceeded to go here and there.
Then the sign of the Son of man will appear in heaven, and all the tribes of the earth will beat themselves in grief, and they will see the Son of man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.
I agree that clouds often look like other things — fish and unicorns and men on horseback — but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.
If you wish,
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloudTurn forth her silver lining on the night?
There does a sable cloudAnd casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
The low'ring elementScowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in itCatch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel?Very like a whale.
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.
…feathery curtains,Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch.
Far clouds of feathery gold,Like islands on a dark blue sea.
…fertile golden islands,Floating on a silver sea.
Once I beheld a sun, a sun which giltThat sable cloud, and turned it all to gold.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain I arise and unbuild it again.
Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Pard, or a Wolf, or a Bull?
Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant sizeAnd glitt'ring cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
I saw two clouds at morning And mingled into one.
Were I a cloud I'd gather And rest I well know where.
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,Of a friend's fancy.
Our fathers were under the cloud.
Though outwardly a gloomy shroud, To show the lining.
The clouds,—the only birds that never sleep.
There ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloftOver the snowy peaks!
By unseen hands uplifted in the lightAnd wafted up to heaven.
But here by the mill the castled cloudsMocked themselves in the dizzy water.
So when the sun in bed,Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly wayNo rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
When clouds appear like rocks and towers,The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,Curtain round the vault of heaven.
May I create plain fields by collecting cloudsand bedeck them with arching rainbows.
Who maketh the clouds his chariot.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance,Looming sublimely aloft and afar.
Yonder cloudA looming bastion fringed with fire.
The clouds that gather round the setting sunThat hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
