Oh, no ! it is the curse of revolutionary calamities to indurate the heart — the revolutionary impulse is too swift to admit of a pause at the sight of individual misery — the tempest is too loud to hear the wailings of the wretch that perishes beneath its billows […]

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! / Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

[…] if in this extatick State of Dreaming (during which the Astral Impulses are incomparably stronger than in common Dreams, or in the ordinary Course of Life) that prophetick Energy more efficaciously exerts itself […]

I will cause it to rain upon the earth forty days.