A strong nor'wester's blowing. Bill!
Hark! don't yet hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now! [ William Pitt ]

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. [ Watts ]

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout,
The cry of an applauding multitude,
Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields,
The living mass as if he were its soul! [ William Cullen Bryant ]

Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell
Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring over the stream.
Repeats the accent - we shall part no more. [ Akenside ]

Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King:
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. [ Charles Wesley ]

Trust not this hollow world; she's empty; hark, she sounds. [ Quarles ]

And hark, how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher. [ Wordsworth ]