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BlizzardA blizzard is a severe weather condition characterized by low temperatures and strong winds (greater than 35 mph) bearing a great amount of snow, either falling or blowing. When these conditions persist after snow has stopped falling, it is called a ground blizzard. An extreme form of blizzard is a whiteout, where the downdrafts, coupled with snowfall become so severe that it is impossible to distinguish the ground from the air. People caught in a whiteout can quickly become disoriented, losing their sense of up and down as well as their sense of direction. Severe blizzards can also occur in conjunction with arctic cyclones. The word blizzard is a modern one of unknown origin. It was first widely used after the great American winter storm now known as the "Blizzard of 1880". This term is also used to describe an activity or situation with similarly chaotic action, such as being 'buried under a blizzard of email' (much as we describe a 'whirlwind of activity'). If in his day they two had chanced to meet.
And I, tossed by the tide of circumstance,
Paused suddenly to hear her gentle words
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From her deep soul I draw my peace.html">peace, and thus,
THE SHRINE
Were I but as the master souls who move
My song might be a thing to crown her worth,--
Since she has said, "I listen, O my friend!"
And I am proud, yes, prouder than a king.
I grow to nobler use beneath her eyes--
They smile a welcome though my best hope dies,
And greet me at the summit of the hill?
Take from me all that makes this world divine?
Of nature? But to hold a torch up for
To guide the feet of peasants and of kings!
What is it but to carry union through
The lines of colour that should not diverge,
For what its dull eyes else would hardly scan,
To cherish honour, and to smite all shame,
IN ARMOUR,
But wherein shall Art work? Shall beauty lead
Shall it be strained unto the breast of youth,
Play but soft airs, sing but sweet-tempered songs?
And lisp of peace 'mid battle-flags unfurled?
Shall it but pluck the sleeve of wantonness,
But wave its golden wand at sin's duress,
And say, "Ah me! ah me!" to fallow crime?
Strikes fearless at all evil that it knows.
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