J.M.W. Turner: Sketchbooks, Drawings and Watercolours

Lowring as the thunder mighty cloud
At Winters Eve the awe power’s croud
On congregated clouds with rage comprest
Accursed extending their spacious breast
With rage ... contentious ether load
Presagefull of a storm in awful silence bowd [?showd)
Roll oer the world[’s] far shining breast
In awful silence but a treacherous rest
For as
Lowring on [?anguish] sat the ariel band
As countless as the grains of oceans sand
Medi[t]ating revenge till like the lightning flash
Signaling wrath their powers together clash
Confused and various all contentious rush
Reprisal seeking by the world to crush
Chaotic strife eleme[n]trary uproar wide
Confusion heaped upon Confusion’s tide
must have insued but the Geni husht
The gathering turmoil, behold the first
Who for his country dared to roll
His all upon unfurling the ar[c]tic goal
must ne’r return