For many a day, and many a dreadful night,

Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003.

The stormy March has come at last,

With winds and clouds and changing skies;

I hear the rushing of the blast

That through the snowy valley flies.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): March.

I have looked on the hills of the stormy North,

And the larch has hung his tassels forth.

John Keble (1792-1866): The Voice of Spring.

When the stormy winds do blow.

Martyn Parker (1600-1656): Song.

When the stormy winds do blow;

When the battle rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Ye Mariners of England.