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"Twere better far That gods should quaff their nectar merrily, And men sing out the day like grasshoppers, So may they haply lull the watchful thunder."
"See how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder."
"The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth?"
"The sky is now indelible ink, The branches reft asunder; But you and I we do not shrink; We love the lovely thunder."
"Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work."
"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!"
"Hark, hark! Deep sounds, and deeper still, Are howling from the mountain's bosom: There's not a breath of wind upon the hill, Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom: Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load."
"Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers."
"Thy thunder, conscious of the new command, Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house."
"As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning And a cry of lamentation, Repeated and again repeated, Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rose away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance."
"The thunder, Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep."
"To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning?"
"Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?"
"The thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass."
"C'est l'éclair qui paraît, la foudre va partir."
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei außer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!