Roars

When the lion roars, the zebras tremble.

He roars and groans the Dnieper wide.

The lion roars.

The hungry lion roars.

Lashed into foam, behind them roars the brine; / now, gliding onward to the beach, ere long / they gain the fields, and rolling bloodshot eyne / that blaze with fire, the monsters move along, / and lick their hissing jaws, and dart a flickering tongue.

As when a wounded bull / shakes from his neck the faltering axe and, fain / to fly the cruel altars, roars in pain.

Roof-high the fiery glare, / fanned by the wind, mounts up; the loud blast roars in air.

When thunder roars, go indoors!

The sea roars.

The lion roars thunderously.