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For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud-rack; I can feel the spirit of its woody solitudes,

Mark Twain: A Biography 2003

Under the ceaseless conflagration of lightning that flamed in the skies, everything below stood out in clean-cut and shadowless distinctness: the bending trees, the billowy river, white with foam, the driving spray of spume-flakes, the dim outlines of the high bluffs on the other side, glimpsed through the drifting cloud-rack and the slanting veil of rain.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 2003

The sun girdled with purple was sinking in the burnished sea; eastward the first stars blinked in the cloud-rack.

The King Must Die Renault, Mary, 1905-1983 1958

A cloud-rack tore the void like a Valkyrie's cry made visible.

The Dragon Painter Mary McNeil Fenollosa

The cloud-rack, the sunrise and sunset glories, rainbows, and northern lights are not quite so spheral as our childhood thought them; and the part our organization plays in them is too large.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 01, November, 1857 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics Various

Wabun, unknown, crowded nations, canoe with pinions, feeling but one heart-beat, painted white, sweeping westward, heart's right hand of friendship, cloud-rack of a tempest.

The Elson Readers, Book 5 Christine M. Keck

Have you ever come down through Madison Square late at night, when the relic of a moon was rising behind the tower, and the ghostly shaft stood up tremendous against the pale, racing cloud-rack?

Penguin Persons & Peppermints Walter Prichard Eaton 1917

He had seen many ghosts in his time, and witches and enchanters, and once he was lost in a fierce storm at midnight in the mountains, and by the glare of the lightning had seen the Wild Huntsman rage on the blast with his specter dogs chasing after him through the driving cloud-rack.

The Mysterious Stranger; A Romance by Mark Twain [pseud.] with illustrations by N.C. Wyeth. 1916

Then the rain stopped and the full moon broke through the cloud-rack.

V. Up the River of Tapirs 1914

In the evening the growing moon shone through the cloud-rack.

VI. Through the Highland Wilderness of Western Brazil 1914