THUNDER

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1. Far along,
   From peak to peak the rattling crags among
   Leaps the live thunder!—BYRON, Childe Harold
   

2. Loud roared the dreadful thunder,
   The rain a deluge showers.—ANDREW CHERRY, Bay of Biscay
   

3. They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.—JOHN DENNIS
   

4. The lightning flies, the thunder roars,
   And big waves lash the frightened shores.—JOHN GAY, The Lady's Looking-Glass
   

5. It must be done like lightning.—BEN JONSON, Every Man in his Humour
   

6. Thy thunder, conscious of the new command,
   Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house.—KEATS, Hyperion
   

7. I saw the lightning's gleaming rod
   Reach forth and write upon the sky
   The awful autograph of God.—JOAQUIN MILLER, The Ship in the Desert
   

8. The thunder,
   Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage,
   Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
   To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.—MILTON, Paradise Lost
   

9. When you can use the lightning, it is better than cannon.—NAPOLEON
   

10. It's the thunder that frights, but the lightning that smites.—Proverb
    

11. The thunderbolt hath but its clap.—Proverb
    

12. It is vain to look for a defence against lightning.—PUBLILIUS SYRUS, Sententiae
    

13. 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.—SCOTT, On a Thunderstorm
    

14. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.—SHAKESPEARE,
    As You Like It
    

15. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
    For ere thou canst report I will be there,
    The thunder of my cannon shall be heard:
    So hence! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath.—SHAKESPEARE, King John
    

16. Sulphurous and thought-executing fires.
    Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts.—SHAKESPEARE, King Lear
    

17. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
    Into her scornful eyes!—SHAKESPEARE, King Lear
    

18. Merciful Heaven,
    Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
    Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
    Than the soft myrtle.—SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure
    

19. Are there no stones in heaven
    But what serve for the thunder?—SHAKESPEARE, Othello
    

20. Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
    Ere one can say it lightens.—SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
    

21. The thunder,
    That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
    The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.—SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest
    

22. Thunder crumples the sky,
    Lightning tears at it.—LEONORA SPEYER, The Squall