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 Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
 And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
  Yet read more 
 Loud o'er 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. 
 Roads are wet where'er one wendeth,
 And with rain the thistle bendeth,
  And the brook cries like read more 
 Roads are wet where'er 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 wile. 
 Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
 And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
  His rash fierce read more 
 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. 
 When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.  
 When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks;
 When great leaves fall then winter is at hand. 
 Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
 War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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 Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
 War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
  Making it momentany as a sound,
   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:
        So quick bright things come to confusion. 
 O Cicero,
 I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
  Have rived the knotty oaks, and I read more 
 O Cicero,
 I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
  Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
   Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
    To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
     But never till to-night, never till now,
      Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. 
 For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and 
rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.  
 For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and 
rain-storms and did my duty faithfully. 
 At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
 The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
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 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. 
 A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
 And blow it to the source from whence it came.
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 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.