Excitabat enim fluctus in simpulo. He used to raise a storm in a teapot. CiceroDe Legibus. III. 16. ErasmusAdagia Occulta. P. 548. (Ed. 1670). Bernard BayleStorm in a Teacup. Comedietta performed March 20, 1854, Princess Theatre, London.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swelld with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl oer the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tird, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears. HomerIliad. Bk. XV. L. 752. Popes trans.
Roads are wet whereer one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wild. Mary HowittThe Wet Summer. From the German.
Lightnings, that show the vast and foaming deep, The rending thunders, as they onward roll, The loud, loud winds, that oer the billows sweep Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul! Mrs. RadcliffeMysteries of Udolpho. The Mariner. St. 9.
Loud oer my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear. ScottOn a Thunderstorm. Written at the age of twelve. Found in Lockharts Life of Scott. Vol. I. Ch. III.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have rivd the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threatning clouds But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 5.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say Behold The jaws of darkness do devour it up. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 144.
When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. Richard III. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 32.
At first, heard solemn oer the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosend aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crushd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth. ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 1,133.