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Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?
Author: Aristophanes
Source: Clouds, (Gerard's translation)
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Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size
And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
Author: James Beattie
Source: Ministrel (bk. I)
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Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how
that al our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through
the sea.
Author: Bible
Source: I Corinthians (ch. X, v. 1)
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And it can to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold,
there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get
thee down, that the rain stop thee not.
Author: Bible
Source: I Kings (ch. XVIII, v. 44)
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Who covereth thyself with light as a garment: who stretchest out
the heavens like a curtain:
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh
the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits: his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be
removed for ever.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. CIV, v. 2-5)
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I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.
Author: John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
Source: I Saw Two Clouds at Morning
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Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly well know whither,
And rest I well know where.
Author: Robert Seymour Bridges
Source: Elegy--The Cliff Top--A Cloud
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O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend's fancy.
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Source: Fancy in Nubibus
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Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining.
Author: Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler (Mrs. A.L. Felkin)
Source: Wisdom of Folly
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The clouds,--the only birds that never sleep.
Author: Victor Hugo
Source: The Vanished City
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See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Christus--The Golden Legend (pt. V, l. 145)
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By unseen hand uplifted in the light
Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud
Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad,
And wafted up to heaven.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Michael Angelo (pt. II, 2)
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But here by the mill the castled clouds
Mocked themselves in the dizzy water.
Author: Edgar Lee Masters
Source: Spoon River Anthology--Isaiah Beethoven
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Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Author: John Milton
Source: Comus (l. 22)
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There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
Author: John Milton
Source: Comus (l. 223)
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So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
Author: John Milton
Source: Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity
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The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 490)
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If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way
No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
Author: Old Rhyme
Source: Old Weather Rhyme
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When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
Author: Old Rhyme
Source: Old Weather Rhyme
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Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
Author: Thomas Love Peacock
Source: Rhododaphne (canto V, l. 257)
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Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Moral Essays (ep. 2, l. 19)
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Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale.
Very like a whale.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet & Polonius at III, ii)
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My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The History of Troilus and Cressida (Ulysses at IV, v)
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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: The Cloud
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Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: Queen Mab (bk. II)
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