Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.
Gather leaves and grasses,Love, to-day;For the Autumn passesSoon away.Chilling winds are blowing.It will soon be snowing.john henry boner
The winds are sometimes sad to me,The starry spaces, full of fear;Mine is the sorrow on the sea,And mine the sigh of places drear.Some players upon plaintive stringsPublish their wistfulness abroad;I have not spoken of these things,Save to one man, and unto God.lionel johnson
The water is calm and still below,For the winds and waves are absent there,And the sands are bright as the stars that glowIn the motionless fields of upper air.james gates percival
That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all.william wordsworth
You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume.william shakespeare
Is that which was deemed to be of so fundamental a nature as to be written into the Constitution to endure for all times to be the sport of shifting winds of doctrine?felix frankfurter
At the height of their madness The night winds pause, Recollecting themselves; But no lull in these wars.Herman Melville
Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded.walter scott
Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Cold winds are disagreeable, hot winds enervating, moist winds unhealthy.vitruvius
What beauty and excellence can the founder of the city seen in this wretched city with its dust-laden air, its hot winds, its dry river-bed, its brackish nasty water and its thron covered suburbs.
The winds of the Future wait At the iron walls of her Gate, And the western ocean breaks in thunder, And the western stars go slowly under, And her gaze is ever West In the dream of her young unrest. Her sea is a voice that calls, And her star a voice above, And her wind a voice on her walls-- My cool, grey city of love.
Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.Edward Gibbon
Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above! Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place; For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year; Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.john dryden
And then, the quiet of the green, inland valleys of our Father's land, where no tempest comes any more, nor the loud winds are ever heard, nor the salt sea is ever seen; but perpetual calm and blessedness; all mystery gone, and all rebellion hushed and silenced, and all unrest at an end forever! " No more sea;" but, instead of that wild and yeasty chaos of turbulent waters, there shall be the river that makes glad the city of God, the river of water of life, that proceeds "out of the throne of God and of the Lamb."
Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.
Why does pouring oil on the sea make it clear and calm? Is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves?
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description.
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?adelaide crapsey
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.Percy Bysshe Shelley
We hear the wail of the remorseful winds In their strange penance. And this wretched orb Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world, Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes.