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Wind: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.— POPE — The Universal Prayer. St. 3.

We sought therefore to amend our will, and not to suffer it through despite to languish long time in error.— SENECA — Of Benefits. Bk. 5. Ch. XXV. Ep. 67.

My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.— Shakespeare — Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 63.

That what he will he does, and does so much That proof is call'd impossibility.— Shakespeare — Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 28.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.— TENNYSON — Love and Duty. L. 82.

Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Introduction. St. 4.

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 BANCKS — To Boreas.

There is strange music in the stirring wind! S.— REV. WM. L. BOWLES — Sonnets and

Other Poems. November. 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.— BRYANT — The Wind and Stream.

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. น.— BRYANT — The Evening Wind. St. 4.

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find The perfumes thou dost bring?— BRYANT — May 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 ca re, 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.— BRYANT — October. L. 5.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 70.

When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. C.— CAMPBELL — Ye Mariners of England.

Soft blows the wind that breathes from that blue sky!— COLERIDGE — From the German.

The winds of winter wailing through the woods; The mighty laughter of the vernal floods.— ABRAHAM COLES — The Microcosm.

Music of Nature. How silent are the winds!— BARRY CORNWALL — English Songs and

Other Small Poems. The Sea in Calm. The moaning winds of Autumn sang their song.— BARRY CORNWALL — A Sicilian Story. St. XX.

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.— DRYDEN — Astræa Redux. L. 242.

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 — The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.

The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm!— W. H. GIBSON — Pastoral 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?— MRS. HEMANS — The Wandering Wind.

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.

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.— LONGFELLOW — Woods in Winter. St. 7.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.— LONGFELLOW — A Day of Sunshine. St. 3.

The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.— MILTON — Hymn on the Nativity. St. 5.

When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves.— MILTON — Il Penseroso. L. 128.

While rocking winds are piping loud.— MILTON — Il Penseroso. L. 126.

Never does a wilder song Steal the breezy lyre along, When the wind in odors dying, Wooes it with enamor'd sighing. S.— MOORE — To Rosa.

Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er 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. MULOCK — North Wind.

And the South Wind-he 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 RILEY — The South

Wind and the Sun. Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is. ข. JOHN SELDEN-Table Talk. Libels. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 89.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's 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, Pestilence-stricken multitudes.— SHELLEY — Ode to the West Wind. Pt. I.

O wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?— SHELLEY — Ode to the West Wind. Pt. V.

Through the gaunt woods the winds are shrilling cold, Down from the rifted rock the sunbeam pours Over the cold gray slopes, and stony moors. C.— FREDERICK TENNYSON — First of March.

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.— THOMSON — Seasons. Summer. L. 1,655.

Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.— TUSSER — Five 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.— WORDSWORTH — Sonnet (Composed while

the Author was engaged in writing a tract occasioned by the Convention of Cintra).