Quote#Death
The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle
Quote byThomas Chatterton · 1752–1770
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: An Excelente Balade of Charitie, Stanza 5..
English (original)
The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle; The forswat meadowes smethe, and drenche the raine; The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall, And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine; Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott againe; The welkin opes; the yellow levynne flies; And the hot fierie smothe in the wide lowings dies.
— Thomas Chatterton
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