|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.|
|I have heard a greater storm in a boiling pot.|
AthenæusDeipnosophistæ. VIII. 19. Dorian, a flutist, ridiculing Timotheos, a zither player, who imitated a storm at sea.
|The earth is rocking, the skies are riven|
Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion,
Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
Robert BuchananHoratius Cogitandibus. St. 16.
|A storm in a cream bowl.|
James Butler, First Duke of Ormond, to the Earl of Arlington, Dec. 28, 1678. Ormond MSS. Commission New Series. Vol. IV. P. 292.
|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.
| Ride the air|
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 545.
|Cest une tempête dans un verre deau.|
It is a tempest in a tumbler of water.
Paul, Grand-Duc de RussieOf the insurrection in Geneva.
| The winds grow high;|
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.
PriorThe Ladys Looking-Glass.
|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.
|Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Welle spielen|
Ball mit dem Menschen.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
SchillerWilhelm Tell. IV. 1. 59.
|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.
|As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,|
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
I stood upon the hatches in the storm.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 101.
|A little gale will soon disperse that cloud|
for every cloud engenders not a storm.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 9.
|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.
|Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!|
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 67.
|Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!|
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenchd our steeples.
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 1.
| Merciful Heaven,|
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Splitst the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle.
Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 114.
|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.
|His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,|
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 33.
|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.
|For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.|