The morning service was over, I was walking through the roads to clear my brain for the afternoon, and then--fire, earthquake
These lonely channels would frequently reverberate with the falls of ice, and so often would great waves rush along their coasts; numerous icebergs, some as tall as cathedrals, and occasionally loaded with "no inconsiderable blocks of rock," would be stranded on the outlying islets; at intervals violent earthquakes
would shoot prodigious masses of ice into the waters below.
I had no sooner stepped do ground, than I plainly saw it was a terrible earthquake
, for the ground I stood on shook three times at about eight minutes' distance, with three such shocks as would have overturned the strongest building that could be supposed to have stood on the earth; and a great piece of the top of a rock which stood about half a mile from me next the sea fell down with such a terrible noise as I never heard in all my life.
Meanwhile earth-encircling Neptune lord of the earthquake cheered on the Argives, for he had come up out of the sea and had assumed the form and voice of Calchas.
As he spoke the earth-encircling lord of the earthquake struck both of them with his sceptre and filled their hearts with daring.
Tears began falling from their eyes as they beheld them, for they made sure that they should not escape destruction; but the lord of the earthquake passed lightly about among them and urged their battalions to the front.
To this Neptune lord of the earthquake made answer, "Idomeneus, may he never return from Troy, but remain here for dogs to batten upon, who is this day wilfully slack in fighting.
something like a thunderbolt, an earthquake
and a cyclone.
But you come back to earth at meal-time, I am sure, or when an earthquake
According to the tradition, Gyges was a shepherd in the service of the king of Lydia; there was a great storm, and an earthquake
made an opening in the earth at the place where he was feeding his flock.
Passion for power: the earthquake
which breaketh and upbreaketh all that is rotten and hollow; the rolling, rumbling, punitive demolisher of whited sepulchres; the flashing interrogative-sign beside premature answers.
But his son was killed in the San Francisco earthquake.
I was in that earthquake, right enough, and in the hospital afterwards, but it was a man named Hamel of Philadelphia who died.
The plaster, discolored by the steam of many wash-days, was crisscrossed with cracks from the big earthquake of the previous spring.
It was a small room, eight by twelve, and the earthquake had left its marks upon the plaster.