“Yes, great God, these torrents of tears which flow down from my eyes announce thy divine presence in my soul. This heart hitherto so dry, so arid, so hard; this rock which thou hast struck a second time, will not resist thee any longer, for out of it there now gushes healthful waters in abundance. The selfsame voice of God which overturns the mountains, thunders, lightens, and divides the heaven above, now commands the clouds to pour forth showers of blessings, changing the desert of his soul into a field producing a hundredfold; that voice I hear.” HeartSoulHardGodEyeHeavenVoiceWaterRocksFieldsTearsDivineBlessingMountainFlowCloudsCommandMy SoulTheeDesertDryAbundanceDividesShowersThunderVoice Of God Author:Jean Baptiste Massillon
“When Byron's eyes were shut in death, We bow'd our head and held our breath. He taught us little; but our soul Had felt his like a thunder roll. . . . We watch'd the fount of fiery life Which serv'd for that Titanic life.” LifeLittlesSoulEyeFeltWatchesTaughtBreathsBowsThunderTaught UsFieryByron Book:Dover Beach and Other Poems Source: Dover Beach and Other Poems
“God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, you piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!” SoulGodFallSoundVoiceSnowStreamsThunderMeadowsGrove Book:Poetical Works of Samuel T. Coleridge Source: Poetical Works of Samuel T. Coleridge