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As far as could ken thy chalky cliffs,
  When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
    I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
      And when the dusky sky began to rob
        My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
          I took a costly jewel from my neck,
            A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
              And threw it toward thy land.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Sixth, Part II
         (Queen Margaret at III, ii)

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
  And blow it to the source from whence it came.
    Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
      For every cloud engenders not a storm.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Sixth, Part III
         (Clarence at V, iii)

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow,
  You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
    Till you have drenched our steeples, downed the cocks.
      - William Shakespeare, King Lear
         (King Lear at III, ii)

Merciful heaven,
  Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
    Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
      Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man,
        Dressed in a little brief authority,
          Most ignorant of what he's most assured
            His glassy essence--like an angry ape
              Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
                As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
                  would all themselves laugh mortal.
      - William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
         (Isabella at II, ii)

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
  And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
    His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
      For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
        Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short;
          He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
            With eager feeding doth choke the feeder;
              Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
                Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Second
         (Gaunt at II, i)

When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
  When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
         (Third Citizen at II, iii)

When clouds are seen, 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 makes men expect a dearth.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
         (Third Citizen at II, iii)

The clouds are scudding across the moon,
  A misty light is on the sea;
    The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune,
      And the foam is flying free.
      - Bayard Taylor

A boding silence reigns,
  Dread through the dun expanse; save the dull sound
    That from the mountain, previous to the storm,
      Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the flood,
        And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath.
          Prone, to the lowest vale, the aerial tribes
            Descend; the tempest-loving raven scarce
              Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze,
                The cattle stand, and on the scowling heavens
                  Cast a deploring eye; by man forsook
                    Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast,
                      Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave.
      - James Thomson (1)

Defeating oft the labors of the year,
  The sultry South collects a potent blast.
    At first the groves are scarcely seen to stir
      Their trembling tops, and a still murmur runs
        Along the soft-inclining fields of corn;
          But as the aerial tempest fuller swells,
            And in one mighty stream, invisible,
              Immense, the whole excited atmosphere
                Impetuous rushes o'er the sounding world.
      - James Thomson (1)

At first, heard solemn o'er 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 loosen'd aggravated Roar,
                  Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal,
                    Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
      - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Summer
         (l. 1,133)

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.
      - Henry David Thoreau, Walden

The winds with hymns of praise are loud,
  Or low with sobs of pain,--
    The thunder-organ of the cloud,
      The dropping tears of rain.
      - John Greenleaf Whittier

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