|The hushed winds wail with feeble moan|
Like infant charity.
Joanna BaillieOrra. 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 BancksTo Boreas.
|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.
BryantEvening Wind. St. 4.
|Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find|
The perfumes thou dost bring?
BryantMay 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.
BryantOctober. L. 5.
|A breeze came wandering from the sky,|
Light as the whispers of a dream;
He put the oerhanging grasses by,
And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
The shy, yet unreluctant stream.
BryantThe Wind and Stream.
|As winds come whispering lightly from the West,|
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deeps serene.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto II. St. 70.
|When the stormy winds do blow;|
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
CampbellYe Mariners of England.
|The wind is awake, pretty leaves, 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 CheneyThe way of it.
| The winds in the east * * * I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.|
DickensBleak 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 straightend lungs or conscious of their charge.
DrydenAstræa Redux. L. 242.
| Perhaps the wind|
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are natures funeral cries
For what has been and is not.
George EliotThe Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
|But certain winds will make mens temper bad.|
George EliotThe Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
| The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm!|
W. H. GibsonPastoral Days. Winter.
|The wind, the wandering wind|
Of the golden summer eves
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?
Felicia D. HemansThe Wandering Wind.
|A little wind kindles, much puts out the fire.|
|To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.|
|An ill wind that bloweth no man good|
The blower of which blast is she.
John HeywoodIdleness. St. 5.
|Madame, bear in mind|
That princes govern all thingssave the wind.
Victor HugoThe Infantas Rose.
| He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.|
Isaiah. XXVII. 8.
|The wind bloweth where it listeth.|
John. III. 8.
|I hear the wind among the trees|
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
LongfellowA 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.
LongfellowWoods in Winter. St. 7.
|Its 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 Aprils in the West wind, and daffodils.
MasefieldThe West Wind.
|The winds with wonder whist,|
Smoothly the waters kisst.
MiltonHymn on the Nativity. St. 5.
|While rocking winds are piping loud.|
MiltonIl Penseroso. L. 126.
|When the gust hath blown his fill,|
Ending on the rustling leaves,
With minute drops from off the eaves.
MiltonIl Penseroso. L. 128.
|Never does a wilder song|
Steal the breezy lyre along,
When the wind in odors dying,
Wooes it with enamord sighing.
|Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping oer the mountains,|
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains,
Draughts of life to me.
D. M. MulockNorth Wind.
|When the stormy winds do blow.|
Martyn ParkerYe Gentlemen of England.
|Cum ventis litigare.|
To strive with the winds.
Petronius Arbiter. 83.
|Who walketh upon the wings of the wind.|
Psalms. CIV. 3.
|And the South Windhe was dressed|
With a ribbon round his breast
That floated, flapped, and fluttered
In a riotous unrest
And a drapery of mist
From the shoulder to the wrist
Floating backward with the motion
Of the waving hand he kissed.
James Whitcomb RileyThe South Wind and the Sun.
| A young man who had been troubling society with impalpable doctrines of a new civilization which he called the Kingdom of Heaven had been put out of the way; and I can imagine that believer in material power murmuring as he went homeward, it will all blow over now. Yes. The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.|
George W. RussellThe Economics of Ireland. P. 23.
|O the wind is a faun in the spring time|
When the ways are green for the tread of the May!
List! hark his lay!
Whist! mark his play!
Hear how gay!
Clinton ScollardThe Wind.
| Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is.|
John SeldenTable Talk. Libels.
|What wind blew you hither, Pistol?|
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 89.
|Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.|
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 55.
|O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumns being,|
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
ShelleyOde to the West Wind. Pt. I.
| O wind,|
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
ShelleyOde to the West Wind. Pt. V.
|Cease, rude Boreas! blustering railer!|
G. A. StevensThe Storm.
| There are, indeed, few merrier spectacles than that of many windmills bickering together in a fresh breeze over a woody country; their halting alacrity of movement, their pleasant business, making bread all day with uncouth gesticulation; their air, gigantically human, as of a creature half alive, put a spirit of romance into the tamest landscape.|
StevensonForeigner at Home.
|Emblem of man, who, after all his moaning|
And strain of dire immeasurable strife,
Has yet this consolation, all atoning
Life, as a windmill, grinds the bread of Life.
De TableyThe Windmill.
|Sweet and low, sweet and low,|
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
TennysonPrincess. Song. End of Pt. II.
| A fresher Gale|
Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream,
Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn;
While the Quail clamors for his running mate.
ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 1,655.
|Yet true it is as cow chews cud,|
And trees at spring do yield forth bud,
Except wind stands as never it stood,
It is an ill wind turns none to good.
TusserFive Hundred Points of Good Husbandrie. Description of the Properties of Winds. Ch. XII.
|I dropped my pen; and listened to the wind|
That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost;
A midnight harmony and wholly lost
To the general sense of men by chains confined
Of business, care, or pleasure,or resigned
To timely sleep.
WordsworthSonnet. Composed while the author was engaged in writing a tract occasioned by the Convention of Cintra.