A Quote by Walt Whitman

Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke! — © Walt Whitman
Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!
The loss of fortune to a true man is but the trumpet challenge to renewed exertion, not the thunder stroke of destruction.
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning.
I remember the first time I heard 'The Thunder Rolls.' It was dark, and we were driving to the beach. There was the thunder outside and the thunder in the song. It was eerie.
did you ever see anybody so disgusting: said lightning to thunder, "never" thunder growled thunder, "lets give him the works
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
I stroke it to the East, and I stroke it to the West, and I stroke it to the woman that I love best. I be strokin'.
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.
We are on strike, we, the men of the mind. We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one's happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.
And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!
We must be prepared to keep pace with our leaders, stride for their every lengthened stride.
Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike; One doth not stroke me, nor the other strike.
Global warming is the foreboding thunder in the distance. Ocean acidification is the lightning strike in our front yard, right here, right now.
There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers. If you have not slept or if you have slept or if you have head ache or sciatica or leprosy or thunder-stroke, I beseech you, by all angels, to hold your peace and not pollute the morning.
I was standing in our dining-room thinking of nothing in particular, when a cablegram was put into my hand. It said, 'Susy was peacefully released today.' It is one of the mysteries of our nature that a man, all unprepared, can receive a thunder-stroke like that and live.
Move like a beam of light: fly like lightning, strike like thunder, whirl in circles around a stable center
If I've got to have a stroke or a heart attack, I'd rather have a heart attack. I don't think that's the only reason I campaign for the Stroke Association, but a stroke would be a terrible thing.
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