Fiercity

For, though the winds had sunk to rest, / There still did lurk within the breast / Of ocean’s vast profundity / The dying spark, that still might be / With all its former fiercity / Relit, like the dying ashes / Of the fire that once did burn, / Still now sends forth some dying flash / Whose former strength might soon return, / If winds upon its embers blew / The latent sparks to life anew:[…]

The strokes of steel rang out between the crashing thunderbolts, and the blade-struck sparks rivalled in fiercity the lightning’s livid glare.

The fiercity of the fighting may be judged from the fact that the railroad station changed hands twice in the twenty minutes preceding the filing of this dispatch.

At Christmas-time old grudges seem to have a tendency to lessen in fiercity—drab, everyday responsibilities suddenly have a gayer glow—you begin to look forward to each new day, for each day closer to the 25th seems to bring each man closer to his neighbor, as warmth and affection run rampant.

It is servicemen like Henry Clay of Clovis who can attest to the fiercity of the fighting that went into the Meade River Operation.

When she went to the big room with her father, she was frightened by the fiercity of the storm and the way the driving snow blotted out everything.

They lost many a fight to the often mysterious fiercity of consumption, typhoid fever, pneumonia, dropsy and other sicknesses.

I believed Mother Earth. Loved her stronger than myself. Relied on her fiercity.