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The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity. - Joanna Baillie, Orra (act III, sc. 1, The Chough and Crow) Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind! Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind! Blow, that thy force I may rehearse, While all my thoughts congeal to verse! - John Bancks (Banks), To Boreas In measure, when it shooteth forth, thou wilt debate with it: he stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind. - Bible, Isaiah (ch. XXVIII, v. 8) The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. - Bible, John (ch. III, v. 8) Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretches out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. - Bible, Psalms (ch. CIV, v. 1-5) The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep. - William Cullen Bryant, Evening Wind (st. 4) Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find The perfumes thou dost bring? - William Cullen Bryant, May Evening (st. 2) Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Pass silently from men as thou dost pass. - William Cullen Bryant, October (l. 5) A breeze came wandering from the sky, Light as the whispers of a dream; He put the o'erhanging grasses by, And softly stooped to kiss the stream, The pretty stream, the flattered stream, The shy, yet unreluctant stream. - William Cullen Bryant, The Wind and Stream As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Childe Harold (canto II, st. 70) When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. - Thomas Campbell, Ye Mariners of England The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you. - John Vance Cheney, The way of it The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east. - Charles Dickens, Bleak House (ch. VI) The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge. - John Dryden, Astroea Redux (l. 242) But certain winds will make men's temper bad. - George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross), The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I) Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not. - George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross), The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I) The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm! - William Hamilton Gibson, Pastoral Days--Winter The wind, the wandering wind Of the golden summer eyes-- Whence is the thrilling magic Of its tunes amongst the leaves? Oh, is it from the waters, Or from the long, tall grass? Or is it from the hollow rocks Through which its breathings pass? - Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans, The Wandering Wind A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire. [A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.] - George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum To a crazy ship all winds are contrary. - George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum An ill wind that bloweth no man good-- The blower of which blast is she. - John Heywood, Idleness (st. 5) Madame, bear in mind That princes govern all things--save the wind. - Victor Hugo, The Infanta's Rose I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Day of Sunshine (st. 3) Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Woods in Winter (st. 7) It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils. - John Masefield, The West Wind Displaying page 1 of 2 for this topic: Next >> [1] 2
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