Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets…
“ And straight a stony shower Of monstrous hail does downward pour, Such as ne'er Winter yet brought forth, From all her stormy magazines of the north: It all the beasts and men abroad did slay, O'er the defaced corpse, like monuments, lay; The houses and strong-bodied trees it broke, Nor asked aid from the thunder's stroke: The thunder but for terror through it flew, The hail alone the work could do. The dismal lightnings all around, Some flying through the air, some running on the ground, Some swimming o'er the waters' face, Filled with bright horror every place ”
