I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!
The Crossing HourIf abandoned rage asks, / Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.
The End of the Alphabet: PoemsOften, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.
The Autobiography of GodThe gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.
The Slow Regard of Silent ThingsI wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...
Within a Budding GroveThe fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of man.
Young Goodman Brown