Wind

"I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument."

"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."

"The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst."

"While rocking winds are piping loud."

"When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves."

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

"When the stormy winds do blow."

"Cum ventis litigare."

"Who walketh upon the wings of the wind."

"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."

"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! T-r-r-r-l! Hear how gay!"

"Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is."

"Cease, rude Boreas! blustering railer!"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Voiceless it cries Wingless flutters Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters."

"The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams And desires to stir, to resist a ghost of pain."

"Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night," he had said. "You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses."

"We are the voices of the wandering wind,Which moan for rest and rest can never find;Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life,A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife."

"Nature, with equal mind,Sees all her sons at playSees man control the wind,The wind sweep man away."

"The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity."

"Write as the wind blows and command all words like an army!"

"Therefore we should not try to alter circumstances but to adapt ourselves to them as they really are, just as sailors do. They don't try to change the winds or the sea but ensure that they are always ready to adapt themselves to conditions. In a flat calm they use the oars; with a following breeze they hoist full sail; in a head wind they shorten sail or heave to. Adapt yourself to circumstances in the same way."

"Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau. Mock on, mock on—'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again."

"There's the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever."

"I didn't believe what I'd been hearing; maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean."

"Come in, dear wind, and be our guestYou too have neither home nor rest."

"There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge."

"And the wind will whip your tousled hair,The sun, the rain, the sweet despair,Great tales of love and strife.And somewhere on your path to gloryYou will write your story of a life."

"The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?"

"The rulers of the earth are sowing a fearful wind, to reap a most terrible whirlwind."

"[In Adelie Land, Antarctica, a howling river of] wind, 50 miles wide, blows off the plateau, month in and month out, at an average velocity of 50 m.p.h. As a source of power this compares favorably with 6,000 tons of water falling every second over Niagara Falls. I will not further anticipate some H. G. Wells of the future who will ring the antarctic with power-producing windmills; but the winds of the Antarctic have to be felt to be believed, and nothing is quite impossible to physicists and engineers."

"The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The Answer is blown' in the wind."

"When gentle winds blow through the city and strong winds scatter, I stand up as an equal to Ickur. I am Ezina, I am born for the warrior -- I do not give up."

"After this I saw four angels standing upon the four corners of the earth, holding tight the four winds of the earth, that no wind might blow upon the earth or upon the sea or upon any tree."

"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."

"But certain winds will make men's temper bad."

"What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched—my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging Zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me "dust to dust.""

"The way of the Wind is a strange, wild way."

"Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only The wind will listen."

"Weave the wind. I have no ghosts, An old man in a draughty house Under a windy knob."

"Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment."

"The shadow of a dove Falls on the cote, the trees are filled with wings; And down the valley through the crying trees The body of the darker storm flies; brings With its new air the breath of sunken seas And slender tenuous thunder . . . But I wait . . . Wait for the mists and for the blacker rain— Heavier winds that stir the veil of fate, Happier winds that pile her hair; Again They tear me, teach me, strew the heavy air Upon me, winds that I know, and storm."

"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.You know how it is with an April dayWhen the sun is out and the wind is still,You´re one month on in the middle of May.But if you so much as dare to speak,A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,A wind comes off a frozen peak,And you´re two months back in the middle of March."

"The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators."

"Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,While proudly riding o'er the azure realmIn gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey."

"ਬੋਲੈ ਪਉਣੁ ॥ ਬੁਝੁ ਰੇ ਗਿਆਨੀ ਮੂਆ ਹੈ ਕਉਣੁ ॥"

"He who will establish himself on a certain height must yield according to circumstances, like the weather-cock on a church-spire, which, though it be made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it remained obstinately immovable, and did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind."