The rapid rains, descending from the hills, To rolling torrents raise the creeping rills.
She watch’d the golden fruit; her charms unbind The chains of love, or fix them on the mind: She stops the torrents, leaves the channel dry, Repels the stars, and backward bears the sky.
As storms the skies, and torrents tear the ground, Thus rag’d the prince, and scatter’d deaths around.
But, in another part, th’ Arcadian horse With ill success ingage the Latin force: For, where th’ impetuous torrent, rushing down, Huge craggy stones and rooted trees had thrown, They left their coursers, and, unus’d to fight On foot, were scatter’d in a shameful flight.
A jarring murmur fill’d the factious court: As, when a torrent rolls with rapid force, And dashes o’er the stones that stop the course, The flood, constrain’d within a scanty space, Roars horrible along th’ uneasy race; White foam in gath’ring eddies floats around; The rocky shores rebellow to the sound.
Then, to his fearless chief: "Not Heav’n," said he, "Tho’ Jove himself should promise Italy, Can stem the torrent of this raging sea.
As flames among the lofty woods are thrown On diff’rent sides, and both by winds are blown; The laurels crackle in the sputt’ring fire; The frighted sylvans from their shades retire: Or as two neighb’ring torrents fall from high; Rapid they run; the foamy waters fry; They roll to sea with unresisted force, And down the rocks precipitate their course: Not with less rage the rival heroes take Their diff’rent ways, nor less destruction make.
As when a fragment, from a mountain torn By raging tempests, or by torrents borne, Or sapp’d by time, or loosen’d from the rootsProne thro’ the void the rocky ruin shoots, Rolling from crag to crag, from steep to steep; Down sink, at once, the shepherds and their sheep: Involv’d alike, they rush to nether ground; Stunn’d with the shock they fall, and stunn’d from earth rebound: So Turnus, hasting headlong to the town, Should’ring and shoving, bore the squadrons down.
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Don’t let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world.
Ray Bradbury -- Fahrenheit 451
Her words come out in a torrent, as if she’s been hoarding them all for this moment.