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Famous Thunderbolts Poems by Famous Poets

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by Bryant, William Cullen
...at thy plainer footsteps shrink 
And tremble and are still. Oh, God! when thou 
Dost scare the world with falling thunderbolts, or fill, 
With all the waters of the firmament, 
The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods 
And drowns the village; when, at thy call, 
Uprises the great deep and throws himself 
Upon the continent, and overwhelms 
Its cities---who forgets not, at the sight 
Of these tremendous tokens of thy power, 
His pride, and lays his strifes...Read more of this...



by Bryant, William Cullen
...tremble and are still. O God! when thou 
Dost scare the world with tempests set on fire 
The heavens with falling thunderbolts or fill  
With all the waters of the firmament 105 
The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods 
And drowns the villages; when at thy call  
Uprises the great deep and throws himself 
Upon the continent and overwhelms 
Its cities¡ªwho forgets not at the sight 110 
Of these tremendous tokens of thy power  
His pride and lays his strif...Read more of this...

by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...East, 
And in the West far to the British isles. 
No more of Britain, and her kings renown'd, 
Edward's and Henry's thunderbolts of war; 
Her chiefs victorious o'er the Gallic foe; 
Illustrious senators, immortal bards, 
And wise philosophers, of these no more. 
A Theme more new, tho' not less noble claims 
Our ev'ry thought on this auspicious day 
The rising glory of this western world, 
Where now the dawning light of science spreads 
Her orient ray, and wakes the mu...Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...ll the horses of his haul of miracles
Gallop through the arched, green farms,

Trot and gallop with gulls upon them
And thunderbolts in their manes.
O Rome and Sodom To-morrow and London
The country tide is cobbled with towns

And steeples pierce the cloud on her shoulder
And the streets that the fisherman combed
When his long-legged flesh was a wind on fire
And his loin was a hunting flame

Coil from the thoroughfares of her hair
And terribly lead him home alive
Lead her...Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...of many, who knows well
 Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
 Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
 And sear just riders back,
 Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac....Read more of this...



by Schiller, Friedrich von
...las my brother!--
Up! each man the sad procession swell!

Do ye boast, ye pines, so gray and old,
Storms to brave, with thunderbolts to sport?
And, ye hills, that ye the heavens uphold?
And, ye heavens, that ye the suns support!
Boasts the graybeard, who on haughty deeds
As on billows, seeks perfection's height?
Boasts the hero, whom his prowess leads
Up to future glory's temple bright!
If the gnawing worms the floweret blast,
Who can madly think he'll ne'er decay?
Who above,...Read more of this...

by Campbell, Thomas
...nd sounds that mingled laugh,--and shout,--and scream,--
To freeze the blood in once discordant jar
Rung to the pealing thunderbolts of war.
Whoop after whoop with rack the ear assail'd;
As if unearthly fiends had burst their bar;
While rapidly the marksman's shot prevail'd:--
And aye, as if for death, some lonely trumpet wail'd.

Then look'd they to the hills, where fire o'erhung
The bandit groups, in one Vesuvian glare;
Or swept, far seen, the tower, whose clock unr...Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...oubt, whene'er we please,
Our chiefs shall boast such deeds as these?
Have we not chiefs transcending far
The old famed thunderbolts of war;
Beyond the brave knight-errant fighters,
Stiled swords of death, by novel-writers;
Nor in romancing ages e'er rose
So terrible a tier of heroes.
From Gage what sounds alarm the waves!
How loud a blunderbuss is Graves!
How Newport dreads the blustering sallies,
That thunder from our popgun, Wallace,
While noise in formidable strains,
...Read more of this...

by Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
...u,
unworthy though I am to be known as yours.

   I cannot think it bold
to call you so, well knowing
you've ample thunderbolts
to shatter any overweening of mine.

   It's the tongue that misspeaks
when what is called dominion--
I mean, the master's rule--
is made to seem possession by the slave.

   The vassal says: my king;
my prison, the convict says;
and any humble slave
will call the master his without offense.

   Thus, when I call you mine,
it's not...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...swift pursuers from Heaven-gates discern 
Th' advantage, and, descending, tread us down 
Thus drooping, or with linked thunderbolts 
Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf? 
Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen!" 
 They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung 
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch 
On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, 
Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. 
Nor did they not perceive the evil plight 
In which they were, or the fierce pa...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...ar 
Embowelled with outrageous noise the air, 
And all her entrails tore, disgorging foul 
Their devilish glut, chained thunderbolts and hail 
Of iron globes; which, on the victor host 
Levelled, with such impetuous fury smote, 
That, whom they hit, none on their feet might stand, 
Though standing else as rocks, but down they fell 
By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rolled; 
The sooner for their arms; unarmed, they might 
Have easily, as Spirits, evaded swift 
By quick contrac...Read more of this...

by Juana Inés de la Cruz, Sor
...u,
unworthy though I am to be known as yours.

   I cannot think it bold
to call you so, well knowing
you've ample thunderbolts
to shatter any overweening of mine.

   It's the tongue that misspeaks
when what is called dominion--
I mean, the master's rule--
is made to seem possession by the slave.

   The vassal says: my king;
my prison, the convict says;
and any humble slave
will call the master his without offense.

   Thus, when I call you mine,
it's not...Read more of this...

by Spenser, Edmund
...Heaped hills on hills, to scale the starry sky, 
And fight against the Gods of heavenly birth, 
Whilst Jove at them his thunderbolts let fly; 
All suddenly with lightning overthrown, 
The furious squadrons down the ground did fall, 
That th' earth under her children's weight did groan, 
And th' heavens in glory triumphed over all: 
So did that haughty front which heapéd was 
On these seven Roman hills, itself uprear 
Over the world, and lift her lofty face 
Against the heaven...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...sses gay, 
 And where my fierce Timariot bands, so fearless in the fray; 
 My dauntless khans, my spahis brave, swift thunderbolts of war; 
 My sunburnt Bedouins, trooping from the Pyramids afar, 
 Who laughed to see the laboring hind stand terrified at gaze, 
 And urged their desert horses on amid the ripening maize? 
 These horses with their fiery eyes, their slight untiring feet, 
 That flew along the fields of corn like grasshoppers so fleet— 
 What! to behold aga...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ll. 

'What fear ye, brawlers? am not I your Head? 
On me, me, me, the storm first breaks: ~I~ dare 
All these male thunderbolts: what is it ye fear? 
Peace! there are those to avenge us and they come: 
If not,--myself were like enough, O girls, 
To unfurl the maiden banner of our rights, 
And clad in iron burst the ranks of war, 
Or, falling, promartyr of our cause, 
Die: yet I blame you not so much for fear: 
Six thousand years of fear have made you that 
From which I w...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...
 In characters like flame upon the vaulted sky, 
 Far from oblivion's reach or an effacing shade. 
 Upon a sheaf of thunderbolts I rest my arm, 
 And gods might wish my exploits with them were their own. 
 I live—I am not open to the points of harm, 
 And e'en my throne will be with age an altar-stone. 
 When the time comes for me to cast off earthly robe, 
 And enter—being Day—into the realms of light, 
 The gods will say, we call Zizimi from his globe 
 That we m...Read more of this...

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