On a sudden open fly,

With impetuous recoil and jarring sound,

Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate

Harsh thunder.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879.

Their rising all at once was as the sound

Of thunder heard remote.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476.

And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,

Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39.

His nature is too noble for the world:

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

Or Jove for's power to thunder.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The sky is changed,—and such a change! O night

And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light

Of a dark eye in woman! Far along,

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,

Leaps the live thunder.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 92.

1 W.  When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 W.  When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle's lost and won.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.

Loud roared the dreadful thunder,

The rain a deluge showers.

Andrew Cherry (1762-1812): The Bay of Biscay.

In winter, when the dismal rain

Comes down in slanting lines,

And Wind, that grand old harper, smote

His thunder-harp of pines.

Alexander Smith (1830-1867): A Life Drama. Sc. ii.

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,

Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 98.