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“The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails.”

Heart Sweet Wind Hero Feds Jail Sail Royal Chamber

Book:The Collected Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson

Source: The Collected Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson

“O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow.”

Silence Sweet Wind Flow Shore Pauses Comes And Goes Ebb And Flow

Author:Arthur O'Shaughnessy

“January brings the snow / Makes your feet and fingers glow / February's ice and sleet / Freeze the toes right off your feet / Welcome March with wintry wind / Would thou wer't not so unkind / April brings the sweet spring showers / On and on for hours and hours.”

Hours Feet Sweet Wind Spring Fingers Snow Welcome Ice March Showers Toes April Freeze January Unkind February Flanders Sleet

Author:Michael Flanders

“Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of Pestilential Winds, Taints the sweet bloom of Nature's fairest forms.”

Form Sweet Wind Selfish Lust Brutal Blast Wanton Capricious

Book:Comus: a masque, now adapted to the stage by John Dalton ... The fifth edition

Source: Comus: a masque, now adapted to the stage by John Dalton ... The fifth edition

“I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.”

Found Water Feet Sweet Wind Fairs Prize Climbing Torn Thorns

Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems

“My enduring feeling about René Lévesque is that if he had chosen to hang me, even as he tightened the rope round my neck, he would have complained about how humiliating it was for him to spring the trapdoor. And then, once I was swinging in the wind, he would blame my ghost for having obliged him to murder, thereby imposing a guilt trip on a sweet, self-effacing, downtrodden Francophone.”

Ifs Self Feelings Sweet Wind Spring Murder Blame Guilt Endure Rounds Ghost Chosen Necks Rope Obliged Imposing Humiliating Downtrodden Guilt Trip

Author:Mordecai Richler

“The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to their Creator. In the tops of the trees, the soughing of the wind is like the hushed prayers of the multitude in some vast cathedral. Here the heart of man becomes impressionable.”

Men Heart Song Prayer Tree Sweet Wind Flower Bird Praise Creator Multitudes Perfume Cathedrals Incense Impressionable

Book:Documents on the Life and Art of William Wendt, 1865-1946, California's Painter Laureate of the Paysage Moralisé

Source: Documents on the Life and Art of William Wendt, 1865-1946, California's Painter Laureate of the Paysage Moralisé

“Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.”

Men Soul Voice Sweet Wind Understood My Soul Silver Feds Nettles

Book:You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

Source: You will hear thunder: Akhmatova, poems

“The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along, And the forest is lull'd by the dreamy strain, And slumber sinks down on the wandering main, And its crystal arms are folded in rest, And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.”

Sometimes Song Language Grows Sound Sleep Sweet Wind Arms Lows All Things Calm Forests Ships Wander Breasts Tall Strain Floats Crystals Soothing Slumber Dreamy Lulls Tall Ships

Author:Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came soften'd from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that low'd to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.”

“Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again.”

Soul Saws Sweet Wind Cold Rain Silent Tunes Autumn Sovereign Wrath Wind And Rain

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)

“O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.”

Wells May Children Care Faces Fall Heaven Morning Tears Sweet Wind Dear Blow Warm Familiar Remembered Rainy Happy Morning Familiar Places

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“Up until Prohibition, an apple grown in America was far less likely to be eaten than to wind up in a barrel of cider. ("Hard" cider is a twentieth-century term, redundant before then since virtually all cider was hard until modern refrigeration allowed people to keep sweet cider sweet.)”

People Hard America Term Modern Century Sweet Wind Apples Twentieth Century Prohibition Barrels Redundant Cider Apple Cider

Book:The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World

Source: The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World

“Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.”

Littles Mother Father Water Sleep Sea Dying Sweet Wind Moon Lows West Western Blow Breathe Thee Breasts Silver Rolling Sail Nests Babe

Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson

“O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.”

Black Sweet Wind Clouds Driven Twilight Stormy Black Clouds

Author:Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

“Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her.”

People Long Night Stars Pleasure Rooms Sun Sky Sweet Wind Flower Long Time Cat Likes Silver Carrie Bowls Midnight Purple Moonlight Liquid Night Sky Mistrust Paws

Author:J. Ruth Gendler

“Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.”

Night Sweet Wind Rainbow Leafs Creeps

Book:DON JUAN

Source: DON JUAN

“And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.”

Death Dying Sweet Wind Sigh Sweet Things

Author:Christina Rossetti

“Now it’s high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What’s left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.”

Mind Believe Heart Might Left Walks Half Too Much Sea Ready Sweet Wind Fortunate Suspects Rhyme Chorus Spray Crippled Nymphs Sweet Talk

Book:The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes

Source: The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes

“(Speaking of the Cistercian monks) A grim fraternity, passing grim lives in that sweet spot, that God had made so bright! Strange that Nature's voices all around them--the soft singing of the waters, the wisperings of the river grass, the music of the rushing wind--should not have taught them a truer meaning of life than this. They listened there, through the long days, in silence, waiting for a voice from heaven; and all day long and through the solemn night it spoke to them in myriad tones, and they heard it not.”

“Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleance me in the great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.”

May Whole Night Fall Stars Water Hurt Walks Secret Silence Darkness Rocks Sweet Wind Offers Rain Track Bitter Valleys Unjust Herbs Footprint Stumbling

Book:The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: De profundis,

Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: De profundis,

“Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me! Here am I, naughty little fly; you are fat and lazy. You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.”

Trying Littles Stills Crazy Sweet Wind Fats Meat Lazy Traps Find Me Naughty Weaving Cobwebs

Book:The Hobbit: The Enchanting Prelude to The Lord of the Rings

Source: The Hobbit: The Enchanting Prelude to The Lord of the Rings

“Like the sweet moon keeps the sky Like the wind goin' whooshing by When those ol' sunbeams break the day I will keep you while you play Just as ol' river keeps the fishes And little stars keep silver wishes Just as the ocean keeps the blue I will stand here close to you. When all around is dark and deep When them ol' shadows slowly creep Even when you're fast asleep It's you I'll keep, it's you I'll keep No need to cry, no need to fear I will always be right here. I will always be right here.”

Needs Littles Play Wish Stars Dark Break Sky Cry Sweet Wind Moon Ocean Shadow Rivers Blue Fishes Silver Creeps Sunbeams

Book:The Underneath

Source: The Underneath

“To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying, The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying. West, west away, the round sun is falling, Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling, The voices of my people that have gone before me? I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me; For our days are ending and our years failing. I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing. Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling, Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling, In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover, Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!”

“Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”

Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

“The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two boys pursuing, the air was so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.”

Two Lost Black Boys Air Sweet Wind Cold Sick Breaths Train Ice Hills Cream Candy Ice Cream Fluttering Confetti

Book:Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel

Source: Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel

“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.”

Ends Done Light Eye Night House Lost Stars Dark Cities Steps Morning Streets Sweet Wind Mouths Stones Empty Breaths Breathe Awakening Hills Dawn Gray Warmth Breeze Empty Streets Trill

Author:Cesare Pavese