Literary notes about tempest (AI summary)
The term "tempest" in literature is a multifaceted symbol that conjures both the physical fury of nature and the inner turmoil of the human condition. It is often used to evoke the dramatic power of uncontrolled natural forces, as when stormy seas test the resilience of ships and their crews ([1], [2], [3]), while also representing the inner state of emotional conflict or divine intervention, seen in the stirring language of religious and philosophical texts ([4], [5], [6]). In other narratives, the tempest becomes a metaphor for societal upheaval and personal strife, its wild energy mirroring the chaotic and transformative moments in life ([7], [8]). Through these rich and often overlapping images, the word "tempest" underscores a persistent literary fascination with the interplay between order and chaos.
- But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm; We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare - But this good comfort bring I to your Highness- The Britaine navy is dispers'd by tempest.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare - I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare - Thou calledst upon me in affliction, and I delivered thee: I heard thee in the secret place of tempest: I proved thee at the waters of contradiction.
— from The Bible, Douay-Rheims, Complete - And we, being mightily tossed with the tempest, the next day they lightened the ship.
— from The Bible, Douay-Rheims, Complete - All we Karamazovs are such insects, and, angel as you are, that insect lives in you, too, and will stir up a tempest in your blood.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Many a rude tower and rampart there Repelled the insult of the air, Which, when the tempest vexed the sky, Half breeze, half spray, came whistling by.
— from Marmion: A Tale Of Flodden Field by Walter Scott - The wanderer, decoyed into the enchanted castle, heard rising, outside, the spell-wakened tempest.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë
