Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THUNDER STORM, by MARY F. JOHNSON First Line: Loud, louder still, resounds the thundering peal Last Line: And let my soul from grandeur's fountain drink. Alternate Author Name(s): Moncrieff, Mary F. Johnson Subject(s): Storms | ||||||||
Loud, louder still, resounds the thundering peal; The troubled deep reflects the vivid flash; Their bounds with deepened roar the white waves dash, And yon black, billowy clouds their slow course wheel. Mournful, amid the elemental crash, Their hollow, broken groans the raised winds deal, The sighing copses, bending to their lash, Scarcely the frighted, moaning herd conceal. Let fear, within the closet's gloom, deter Them whose weak hearts amid the tempest shrink: May I, whene'er these awful scenes occur, Stand on this clefted rock's indented brink; Here with the genius of the storm confer, And let my soul from grandeur's fountain drink. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO INVOCATION TO THE SPIRIT SAID TO HAUNT WROXALL DOWN by MARY F. JOHNSON |
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