While the battle rages loud and long, / And the stormy winds do blow.

Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another's;And every hand that dealt the blow,Ah me! it was his brother's!

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

Of Nelson and the North / Sing the glorious day's renown, / When to battle fierce came forth / All the might of Denmark's crown, / And her arms along the deep proudly shone.

Today the winds of hope blow through Latin America and the Caribbean.

There was a sense of being in the midst of something having prodigious weight and volume but no form, of being utterly unable to utilize past experience.