Quotes
Quotes about Wind
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way.
"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."
And proud his mistress' order to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,--but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!
Blown about with every wind of criticism.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of hell to trace.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Thus far we run before the wind.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers.
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly,
Though winds blew great guns, still he 'd whistle and sing;
Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly,
And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.
As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!
That heareth not the loud winds when they call,
And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
