The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine
The surging waters like a mountaine rise,
And the great sea puft up with proud disdaine,
To swell above the measure of his guise,
As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise.
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xii., St. 21.
From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage;
Till, in the furious elemental war
Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass,
Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.
THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 799.
Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder,
In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show
In forked flashes a commanding tempest.
BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.