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So when an angel by divine command Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
— Storm
So when an angel by divine command Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
I understand you've been running from the manOf a hurricane that's abandoned.
We are not this story's author, who fills time and eternity with his purpose. Yet his purpose is achieved in our duty; and our duty is fulfilled in service to one another. Never tiring, never yielding, never finishing, we renew that purpose today: to make our country more just and generous; to affirm the dignity of our lives and every life. This work continues. This story goes on. And an angel still rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
I know there is a God — I see the storm coming and I see his hand in it — if he has a place then I am ready — we see the hand.
The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?
Ride the airIn whirlwind.
We know the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. Do you not think an angel rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm?
Seventy-three men sailed in, from the San Francisco Bay, Seventy-three men sailing off to history.
As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,I stood upon the hatches in the storm.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud… for every cloud engenders not a storm.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding windsDid I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!Till you have drench'd our steeples.
Merciful Heaven,Than the soft myrtle.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks;Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
Let the storm cover all the lands!
Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.
I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.
The earth is rocking, the skies are riven—Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
A storm in a cream bowl.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,And instant death on every wave appears.
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And the heavens look dark and wild.
The winds grow high;And big waves lash the frightened shores.
Lightnings, that show the vast and foaming deep, Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul!
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.
