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Twere better far So may they haply lull the watchful thunder.
— Thunder
Twere better far So may they haply lull the watchful thunder.
See how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.
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?
The sky is now indelible ink,We love the lovely thunder.
Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.
The sky is changed! — and such a change! O night,Leaps the live thunder!
Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still,Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load.
Loud roared the dreadful thunder,The rain a deluge showers.
Thy thunder, conscious of the new command,Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house.
As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance.
The thunder,To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder?Of quick, cross lightning?
Are there no stones in heavenBut what serve for the thunder?
* * The thunder,The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.
