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A wailing, rushing sound, which shook the walls an though a giant's hand were on them; then a hoarse roar, as if the sea had risen; then such a whirl and tumult, that the air seemed mad; and then, with a lengthened howl, the waves of wind swept on. - Charles Dickens 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) Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost. - John Dryden The winds are out of breath. - John Dryden 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 bitter-sweet, the haunting air Creepeth, bloweth everywhere; It preys on all, all prey on it, Blooms in beauty, thinks in wit, Stings the strong with enterprise, Makes travellers long for Indian skies. - Ralph Waldo Emerson The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm! - William Hamilton Gibson, Pastoral Days--Winter We must not think too unkindly even of the east wind. It is not, perhaps, a wind to be loved, even in its benignest moods; but there are seasons when I delight to feel its breath upon my cheek, though it be never advisable to throw open my bosom and take it into my heart, as I would its gentle sisters of the south and west. - Nathaniel Hawthorne 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 The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along, And the forest is lull'd by the dreamy strain, And slumber sinks down on the wandering main, And its crystal arms are folded in rest, And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast. - Letitia Elizabeth Landon (Mrs. George MacLean) The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes The doors and window-blinds, and makes Mysterious moanings in the halls; The convent-chimneys seem almost The trumpets of some heavenly host, Setting its watch upon our walls! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 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) A gentle wind of western birth, From some far summer sea, Wakes daisies in the wintry earth. - George MacDonald 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 The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst. - John Milton, Hymn of the Nativity (st. 5) While rocking winds are piping loud. - John Milton, Il Penseroso (l. 126) When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. - John Milton, Il Penseroso (l. 128) Displaying page 2 of 4 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 [2] 3 4
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