
The dreadful spout, Which shipmen do the hurricano call, Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun.
Shakespeare[1]
I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl;
Shelley[1]

The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Shelley[1]
Now o'er their head the whizzing whirlwinds breathe, And the live desert pants and heaves beneath;
Darwin[1]
Tinged by the crimson sun, vast columns rise Of eddying sands, and war amid the skies;
Darwin[1]
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