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The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.
Author: Joanna Baillie
Source: Orra (act III, sc. 1, The Chough and Crow)
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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!
Author: John Bancks (Banks)
Source: To Boreas
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In measure, when it shooteth forth, thou wilt debate with it: he
stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.
Author: Bible
Source: Isaiah (ch. XXVIII, v. 8)
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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.
Author: Bible
Source: John (ch. III, v. 8)
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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.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. CIV, v. 1-5)
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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.
Author: Bear Bryant
Source: Evening Wind (st. 4)
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Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
The perfumes thou dost bring?
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: May Evening (st. 2)
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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.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: October (l. 5)
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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.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: The Wind and Stream
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As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto II, st. 70)
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When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Author: Thomas Campbell
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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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.
Author: John Vance Cheney
Source: The way of it
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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.
Author: Charles Dickens
Source: Bleak House (ch. VI)
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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.
Author: John Dryden
Source: Astroea Redux (l. 242)
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But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
Author: George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross)
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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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.
Author: George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross)
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut
out in the awful storm!
Author: William Hamilton Gibson
Source: Pastoral Days--Winter
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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?
Author: Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Source: The Wandering Wind
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A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
[A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.]
Author: George Herbert
Source: Jacula Prudentum
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To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.
Author: George Herbert
Source: Jacula Prudentum
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An ill wind that bloweth no man good--
The blower of which blast is she.
Author: John Heywood
Source: Idleness (st. 5)
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Madame, bear in mind
That princes govern all things--save the wind.
Author: Victor Hugo
Source: The Infanta's Rose
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I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: A Day of Sunshine (st. 3)
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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.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Woods in Winter (st. 7)
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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.
Author: John Masefield
Source: The West Wind
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