Waft Quotes
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Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
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More Waft Quotes
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,To waft us home the message of despair?
thomas campbell— Part II, line 325.
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tideNo sedge-crown'd sister now attend,Now waft me from the green hill's sideWhose cold turf hides the buried friend!
william collins— line 29.
To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
Edward Young— Line 154. (Night I)
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
lord byron— Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer (1808)
Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
— George Washington Doane.
Let faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies; And teach our heart 'tis goodness still That grants it or denies.
— Joseph Dacre Carlyle, p. 460. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
A waft from the roadside bank Tells where the wild rose nods.
bayard taylor— Bayard Taylor, The Guests of Night.
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm To thy sick heart.
william cullen bryant— William Cullen Bryant, Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool Earth, my canopy the skies.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733-34), Epistle I, line 139
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden 'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.
thomas campbell— Thomas Campbell, Field Flowers.
