A horse grown old Slow kindling unto love in vain prolongs The fruitless task, and, to the encounter come, As fire in stubble blusters without strength, He rages idly.
"The Georgics"
Virgil
The Terek o'er its pebbles blusters through the vale, On its shores the little Khirgez Whets his murdrous blade; Yet thy father grey in battle- Guards thee, child of woe, Safely rest thee in thy cradle, Lullaby, By-low!
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
blusters and boils, and rocks and reels-so does the sea.
"Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon 1893"
Hall Caine