The flash of his keen black eyes
Forerunning the thunder. [ Longfellow ]

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire,
As summer clouds flash forth electric fire. [ Rogers ]

Friendship that flames goes out in a flash. [ Proverb ]

And genius hath electric power,
Which earth can never tame;
Bright suns may scorch, and dark clouds lower -
Its flash is still the same. [ Lydia M. Child ]

Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
Man passes from life to his rest in the grave. [ Wm. Knox ]

Who has not seen that feeling born of flame
Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
The rapturous touch of some divine surprise
Flash deep suffusion of celestial dyes:
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed,
And the heart's secret was at once confessed? [ Abraham Coles ]

It is the flash that murders; the poor thunder never harm'd head. [ Alfred Tennyson ]

Ideas often flash across our minds more complete than we could make them after much labor. [ La Rochefoucauld ]

He that has no fools, knaves, nor beggars in his family was begot by a flash of lightning. [ Proverb ]

A fool who has a flash of wit creates astonishment and scandal, like a hack-horse setting out to gallop. [ Chamfort ]

Love breaks in with lightning flash: friendship comes like dawning moonlight. Love will obtain and possess; friendship makes sacrifices but asks nothing. [ Geibel ]

The flitting sunbeam has been grasped and made to do man's bidding in place of the painter's pencil. And although Franklin tamed the lightning, yet not until yesterday has its instantaneous flash been made the vehicle of language: thus in the transmission of thought annihilating space and time. [ Professor Robinson ]

We have more poets than judges and interpreters of poetry. It is easier to write an indifferent poem than to understand a good one. There is, indeed, a certain low and moderate sort of poetry, that a man may well enough judge by certain rules of art: but the true, supreme, and divine poesy is equally above all rules and reason. And whoever discerns the beauty of it with the most assured and most steady sight sees no more than the quick reflection of a flash of lightning. [ Montaigne ]