“ Nothing before us but the bare precipitous rocky wall and the black profundity of the chasm, and up above a ghostly thing crawling, crawling down, ever down, and filling the place with thunder—the fall itself. Where did the water come from? And, a question more interesting, where did it go? "We must go back," said Milton Rhodes. "The road to Drome does not lie here." ”
Drome
Definition and stakes
The concept of Drome emerges as a multifaceted literary motif, often evoking a hidden or subterranean realm intertwined with natural forces and existential enigma. Authors like John Martin Leahy portray it as a concealed land marked by eerie illumination and secrecy, where human interference risks disturbing its delicate balance. Others, such as Anna J.
Cooper and Edgar Allan Poe, link Drome to cataclysmic natural phenomena—floods, volcanic eruptions, and storms—highlighting its capacity to both annihilate and regenerate. These diverse depictions underscore Drome as a symbol of the unknown, reflecting humanity’s struggle with nature’s capriciousness and the fascination with unexplored realms.
Quotes about “Drome”
John Martin Leahy, Drome (1925)
“ And thus will Drome be spared sorrows, blood and miseries that, else, will wring the heart of the babe newborn and cause it to rise up and fearfully curse father and mother for bringing it into a world of such madness and woe! ”
John Martin Leahy, Drome (1925)
“ Drome."It seems, Bill," said Rhodes, "that we are on our way to a very strange place. As for that ghost up there, it must be a fragment, as it were, of the light of this subterranean land.""Suppose it is—a harbinger, so to speak—then what, in the name of wonder, can that light be?""That, of course, we can not tell. It may be phosphorescent or auroral, or its origin may be one of which no man of our own world ever has even dreamed. I believe that I forgot to mention, when we were speaking of this the other day, that even human beings sometimes evolve light. ”
John Martin Leahy, Weird Tales (1927-01)
“ Only slumbering. Four eruptions are on record. [1] Whether Old He is to die in his slumber or whether he is one day to awake in mad fury—that, of course, no man can tell us." "To see it belching forth smoke and sending down streams of lava would be an interesting sight certainly," said I. "And I wonder what effect that would have on this Drome business—that is, if there is any such thing as Drome at all." "Drome!" Milton echoed. ”
John Martin Leahy, Drome (1925)
“ We'll loose upon our poor Dromans a horde of Pizarros.""Did I think for one single moment that what you say, or anything like it, would follow, never one step would I take towards the sun. You say that we can not keep the discovery of Drome a secret; we can, and we will—until such time as it will not matter. We will come out onto the glacier in the nighttime. Our ways of egress—I suppose we'll have to tunnel our way out through the ice, that there will not be any accommodating crevasse—will be most carefully concealed. No one will see us come out. ”
X.-B. Saintine,
Myths of the Rhine
“ Whenever the waters rose or broke forth in cataracts, whenever the leaves trembled in the wind, or the flowers bent before a storm, it was these diminutive gods who, invisible and yet ever active, forced the waters to come down in torrents, drove the tempest through the branches, bent the flowers down to the ground, and chased the dust of the highroads in lofty columns up to the clouds. ”
Hannah Flagg Gould, The Mother's Dream, and Other Poems
“ Light from the darkness doth thy hand unfold: Beauty from dust we in thy deeds behold: The frail, the dimmed, the withered, worn and old Thy breath dissolves, that they may shine anew. The city flames, and melts the tottering wall; Again she rises fairer for the fall. Thou beckonest back the flood! and at thy call, From crust-capped mounts, volcanic splendors pour. The absent sun his way to morning bends; The waning star to thy command attends, Fills out and burns; and man to dust descends, In hope to live, when thou shalt be no more. ”
Anna J. Cooper,
A Voice from the South
“ But the hungry flood rolls on. The air is black with smoke and cinders. The sky is red with lurid light. Forked tongues of fiery flame dart up and lick the pale stars, and seem to laugh at men’s feebleness and frenzy. ”
J. T. Trowbridge,
Father Brighthopes; Or, An Old Clergyman's Vacation
“ But look when the drizzling rain is over, when the clouds break away, when the wind shifts around into the southwest, when the bright sun pours floods of soft, warm light upon the earth; how the grasses then lift up their beaded stalks, and shake their heads, heavy with tears ”
“ And the heaven became livid with the violence of the tempest --and the rain beat upon the head of the man --and the floods of the river came down --and the river was tormented into foam --and the water-lilies shrieked within their beds --and the forest crumbled before the wind --and the thunder rolled --and the lightning fell --and the rock rocked to its foundation. ”
John Wilson, Scotish Descriptive Poems — Clyde… (1803)
“ Labouring with heat, breathes steaming vapours forth. Heaven's beauteous face a dismal darkness shrouds,And black descends a solid arch of clouds.The flocks forsake the fields in flowery pride,The silent birds in leafy coverts hide;The whispering winds are hushed, and dumb the flood,While nature faints before the frown of God. ”
Lucy Aikin, The Swiss Family Robinson, In Words of One Syllable (1869)
“ I can not tell how glad we all were when we at last saw a change in the sky, and felt once more the warm rays of the sun. In a few days the floods sank in the earth, and left the ground of a bright green hue; the air grew warm and dry, and there were no more dark clouds to be seen in the sky. ”
Jacob Grimm,
Grimm's Household Tales
(1884)
“ But outside a great storm was raging, and blowing so hard that he could scarcely keep his feet; houses and trees toppled over, the mountains trembled, rocks rolled into the sea, the sky was pitch black, and it thundered and lightened, and the sea came in with black waves as high as church-towers and mountains, and all with crests of white foam at the top. ”
Charles C. Nott,
Sketches of the War
“ Now we are in for it: the drops thicken; in a minute we shall be as wet as water. But Nature only means to give us a fright. The rain does not increase—the drops stop—the wind howls less loudly. Soon, through a rent in the clouds is seen a star, and then another. ”
Mór Jókai,
Told by the Death's Head: A Romantic Tale
“ Forests, fields, houses, human beings, at times take on an ocherous hue, as if the world were dead; and [Pg 245] when a rain falls, it is a deluge of fire from a sky of brass. And sometimes, the cloud-burst will be like a rain of blood, and the whole earth will glow with the most brilliant crimson hue. ”
William H. Elson, Elson Grammar School Literature…
“ The perfect foam of the river, after its descent, and the ever-varying shapes of mist, rising up, to become clouds in the sky, would be the very picture of confusion, were it merely transient, like the rage of a tempest. But when the beholder has stood awhile, and perceives no lull in the storm, and considers that the vapor and the foam are as everlasting as the rocks which produce them, all this turmoil assumes a sort of calmness. It soothes, while it awes the mind.Leaning over the cliff, I saw the guide conducting two adventurers behind the falls. ”
Gustave Droz,
Monsieur, Madame, and Bébé — Complete
“ I like to watch the tall flames licking the old ironwork and lighting up the black depths. You hear the wind whistling in the stable, the great door creak, the dog pull at his chain and howl, and, despite the noise of the forest trees which are groaning and bending close by, you can make out the lugubrious cawings of a flock of rooks struggling against the storm. The rain beats against the little panes; and, stretching your legs toward the fire, you think of those without. ”
Victoria Cross, Five Nights: A Novel
“ A tiny wind from the north, keen as a knife blade, blew in my face as I stood there, out of the calm blue sky, and seemed to whisper to me of the terrifying nights of storm, of the deadly wind before which all life goes down like a straw, that raged here in the winter. ”
John Platts, The Book of Curiosities
“ But when the first violence of the storm is over, the whole earth is covered with a sudden but luxuriant verdure: the rivers are full and tranquil, the air is pure and delicious; and the sky is varied, and embellished with clouds. ”
Louis Couperus,
Old People and the Things that Pass…
(1919)
“ The wind rose in mighty gusts and with its arrogant, brutal, male caresses swept away any haze that still hung around. The glowing sun poured forth its flood as from a golden spout in the turquoise sky. ”
Maro O. Rolfe, The Phantom Rider; or The Giant Chief's Fate…
“ The dismal wailing of the wind through the forest trees, the sullen roar of the storm which had set in a little while before, and the monotonous dashing of the cataract below, all combined to inspire them with a sort of awed dread, that the spirit voice, crying out to them above the crash of the wind and storm, augmented into a wild, ungovernable fear. ”
T. Lucretius Carus, Of The Nature of Things — Book VI (1916)
“ Moisture into the clouds. And when therein The seeds of water so many in many ways Have come together, augmented from all sides, The close-jammed clouds then struggle to discharge Their rain-storms for a two-fold reason: lo, The wind's force crowds them, and the very excess Of storm-clouds (massed in a vaster throng) Giveth an urge and pressure from above And makes the rains out-pour. ”
Alexander Maclaren,
Expositions of Holy Scripture
“ We may have to face storm and cloud, and 'neither sun nor stars may appear'; we may have to fling out the best anchors we can find, if haply they may hold on anything, and may wearily 'wish for the day.' But 'the Lord sitteth upon the flood,' and in the thickest of the night, when we lift our wearied eyes, we shall see Him coming to us across the storm, and the surges smoothing themselves to rest for His pavement, and the waves subside into their caves at His voice. ”
Emma Lazarus,
Alide: an episode of Goethe's life
(1874)
“ The seemingly harmless clouds that had overhung the mountains since morning had now accumulated in threatening masses, and rolled in huge gray vapors over all the heavens. A wet, penetrating mist overspread the earth, and a chill wind that smelt already of the rain blew drearily, now and then shaking down showers of condensed moisture from the faded trees. ”
Lydia Sigourney,
Sketch of Connecticut, Forty Years Since
(1824)
“ The enthusiast of Nature, who should conquer its precipitous descent, and stand upon the margin of the flood which creeps in death-like stillness through this guarded defile, might see on his right, the foam, the vapour, the tossing of a tempestuous conflict ”
Charles Kingsley,
Sermons on National Subjects
“ Noah’s sons would fear that another flood was coming, perhaps flood after flood. The token of the rainbow said to them, No. Floods and rain are not to be the custom of this earth. Sunshine is to be the custom of it. ”
Titus Lucretius Carus,
On the Nature of Things
“ Even so must move the blasts of all the winds, Which, when they spread, like to a mighty flood, Hither or thither, drive things on before And hurl to ground with still renewed assault, Or sometimes in their circling vortex seize And bear in cones of whirlwind down the world: The winds are sightless bodies and naught else— Since both in works and ways they rival well The mighty rivers, the visible in form. ”
H. G. Wells,
The Works of H. G. Wells
(1924)
“ I could not go abroad in snow—it would settle on me and expose me. Rain, too, would make me a watery outline, a glistening surface of a man—a bubble. And fog—I should be like a fainter bubble in a fog, a surface, a greasy glimmer of humanity. ”
Albert S. Evans,
Our Sister Republic
(1870)
“ What fearful tales of hopeless misery, despair, and lingering but welcome death, could those damp, dripping walls tell if they had tongues. The damp sea-air collects in the the roofs of all of them, and falls, year after year, with a steady, unceasing drip, drip, drip, to the paved floor. ”
Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Passion — Floods
(1883)
“ I turn upon my pillow and again Compose myself for slumber. Let them sweep; I once survived great floods, and do not fear, Though ominous planets congregate, and seem To foretell strange disasters. ”
William James Sly, World Stories Retold for Modern Boys and Girls
“ Far below lay the earth, brown and dry and desolate from drought. The little Cloud could see the poor earth-people working and suffering in the heat, while she floated here and there in the sky without a care. ”
H. Rider Haggard,
Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XXVI: THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE BRIDE
(1901)
“ Here it is, Senor Ramiro, or whatever you call yourself now. Curse you all for bringing out a holy priest upon one of your devil's errands in weather which is only fit for a bald-headed coot to travel through. There is going to be a flood; already the water is running over the banks of the dam, and it gathers every moment as the snow melts. I tell you there is going to be such a flood as we have not seen for years. ”
James Johnson, Pilgrimages to the Spas in Pursuit of Health and Recreation
“ Here is the spot to see and hear the deluge of water, all sparkling with foam, in the mild light of the moon, come thundering from aloft, and threatening every instant to overwhelm the spectator in the boiling flood. If terror be a source of the sublime, there certainly is some degree of this emotion, mixed with the contemplation of a vast mass of water rolling down from a great height, apparently in a direct course towards us. ”
“ For great as was the advancing and retiring flood which provided nourishment, the affections produced by external contact caused still greater tumult—when the body of any one met and came into collision with some external fire, or with the solid earth or the gliding waters, or was caught in the tempest borne on the air, and the motions produced by any of these impulses were carried through the body to the soul. ”
Titus Lucretius Carus,
On the Nature of Things
“ The winds, 'Tis clear, are sightless bodies sweeping through The sea, the lands, the clouds along the sky, Vexing and whirling and seizing all amain; And forth they flow and pile destruction round, Even as the water's soft and supple bulk Becoming a river of abounding floods, Which a wide downpour from the lofty hills Swells with big showers, dashes headlong down Fragments of woodland and whole branching trees ”
Friedrich Schiller,
The Poems of Schiller — First period
“ Continue to repulse him with a look As cold as ice—more wildly, with more ardor He'll press thee then—the coyness of the fair Is but a dam, that for awhile keeps back The torrent, only to increase the flood With greater fury. ”
The Book of Enoch (Charles) — Chapter 76
“ Through four of these come winds of blessing and prosperity, and from those eight come hurtful winds: when they are sent, they bring destruction on all the earth and on the water upon it, and on all who dwell thereon, and on everything which is in the water and on the land.5. And the first wind from those portals, called the east wind, comes forth through the first portal which is in the east, inclining towards the south: from it come forth desolation, drought, heat, and destruction. ”
Mary MacLane, My Friend Annabel Lee (1903)
“ When the wind with its flood of rain comes toward us as we crouch by the wall we are beaten and drenched and buffeted and driven hard against that cold, blue surface. And the ragged edges of the rocks make bruises on our foreheads. ”
William Harvey, The Works of William Harvey M.D
“ There are three bodies—simple bodies—which seem especially entitled to receive the name, at all events, to perform the office of “spirit,” viz. fire, air, and water, each of which, by reason of its ceaseless flux and motion, expressed by the words flame, wind, and flood, appears to have the properties of life, or of some other body. Flame is the flow of fire, wind the flow of air, stream or flood the flow of water. Flame, like an animal, is self-motive, self-nutrient, self-augmentative, and is the symbol of our life. ”
Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow,
The Freeman, and Other Poems
“ When the blasts beat loud and the tempests shriek, And the winds are smote as the chords of a lyre, I curtain the cold where the corners leak, Tossing the logs till the flames leap higher, As I sit on the hearth while the rafters creak, Feeding the fangs of the hungry fire. ”
Banjo Paterson,
The Story of Mongrel Grey
(1896)
“ As the wind swept down and the driving rain; And the water rose till it reached the floor Of our highest room; and 'twas very plain -- The way the torrent was sweeping down -- We must make for the highlands at once, or drown. ”
Matthew Fontaine Maury,
Physical Geography of the Sea and its Meteorology
(1864)
“ Why should there be a perpetual drought in one part of the world, and continual showers in another? Or why should the conscious winds ever heed the voice of rebuke, or the glad waves ever "clap their hands with joy?" ”
“ Slowly awaking to consciousness, I cast my eyes towards the big rock. I felt the rain pattering down in my face from the tree-tops, and, lo! there I saw two eyes that looked to me like two orbs swimming in liquid fire, which frightened me to such a degree that I attempted to scream for mercy. ”
Maurice Genevoix,
'Neath Verdun, August-October, 1914
“ What am I indeed but a muddied mass swamped with water, cold to the very heart, cold as the straw which covers us, cold as the trees on which each leaf rustles and shivers, cold as the very earth of the fields, which little by little is dissolving beneath the flooding rains? ”
