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“The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.”

Years Eye White Tree Wind Blind Hollow Owl Carried Away Old Trees

Book:Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works

Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Poetical Works

“Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.”

White Wind Clouds Wave Ships Instant Pale Sailor Freeze Trembling Deck Tempest Howl Foam Shrouds Masts Storm Clouds

Book:The Iliad of Homer. Translated by A. Pope. A new edition. Adorned with plates

Source: The Iliad of Homer. Translated by A. Pope. A new edition. Adorned with plates

“The White House says that the vacation in Texas will give President Bush the chance to unwind. My question is, when does the guy wind?”

Giving Doe Guy House Politics President Chance White Wind White House Texas Vacation President Bush Unwind

Author:David Letterman

“A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!”

Looks Littles Faces Voice Nature White Wind Arms Bird Rivers Grass Charm Look Up Lap Mist Daisies Greetings

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by the streamers of the white cloud And whispers of the wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”

Heart Names Left Born White Sun Fire Air Sky Fields Wind Listening Highest Clouds Snow Grass Honour Centre Vivid White Clouds

Author:Stephen Spender

“The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.”

Turns Sleep White Sea Wind Rising Dancer Leap Foam Windy

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.”

White Wind Spun Daybreak

Author:Madison Cawein

“Far away on the path we saw Sir Henry looking back, his face white in the moonlight, his hands raised in horror, glaring helplessly at the frightful thing which was hunting him down. But that cry of pain from the hound had blown all our fears to the winds. If he was vulnerable he was mortal, and if we could wound him we could kill him. Never have I seen a man run as Holmes ran that night.”

Source: Sherlock Holmes Complete Collection With illustrated Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - 4 Novels, 56 Short Stories and 120+ illustrations

“Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew; Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.”

Light Hours White Air Wind Flower Blue Depth Rounds Clouds Currents Snow Grass Cheeks Bees Bores Unseen Dropping Flew Dew Maidens Lingering Murmuring White Clouds

Author:William C. Bryant

“The gods and their tranquil abodes appear, which no winds disturb, nor clouds bedew with showers, nor does the white snow, hardened by frost, annoy them; the heaven, always pure, is without clouds, and smiles with pleasant light diffused.”

Doe Light Heaven White Wind Pure Clouds Snow Pleasant Annoying Showers Frost Tranquil Hardened Abode Integers

Author:Lucretius

“Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns. The wind was the furious voice of this sluggish animal light that was baring the dormers and mullions and scullions of Cold Comfort Farm.”

Way Light Black Voice White Animal Cry Wind Cold Comfort Eating Dawn Farms Thorns Furious Sinister Sluggish Snarling Cold Comfort Farm

Book:Cold comfort farm

Source: Cold comfort farm

“It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.”

Enough Night White Silence Wind Summer Woods Splendor Rapture Summer Nights Wind Blowing Moonshine

Book:Delphi Complete Works of L. M. Montgomery (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of L. M. Montgomery (Illustrated)

“And in between the two, in between the sky and the sea, were all the winds. And there were all the nights and all the moons. To be a castaway is to be a point perpetually at the centre of a circle. However much things may appear to change-the sea may shift from whisper to rage, the sky might go from fresh blue to blinding white to darkest black-the geometry never changes. Your gaze is always a radius. The circumference is ever great. In fact, the circles multiply. To be a castaway is to be caught in a harrowing ballet of circles.”

May Two Facts Might Night Black White Sea Sky Wind Moon Blue Caught Rage Circles Ballet Centre Never Change Geometry Radius Castaway

Author:Yann Martel

“All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.”

Source: Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Export

“It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black.”

Stills Hard Light Fall Black Nature White Morning Air Wind Cold Garden Window Gates Thursday Snowfall

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

“At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting the wind, and he looked round at the white tombstones, like enough to the dead in their winding-sheets, and he counted the nine tolls of the clock-bell.”

Enough White Wind Rounds Nine Clock Iron Gates Bells Towers Sheets Resisting Tolls Spooky Tombstone

Book:Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].

Source: Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].

“Al Gore has found a new job. He is going to teach journalism at Columbia University, which is ironic isn't it? The guy who did all the coke winds up going to the White House, the guy who didn't do coke goes to Columbia.”

Jobs Guy Found House White Teach Wind University Journalism White House Als Ironic Gore Coke New Job Columbia Columbia University

Author:Jay Leno

“Sometimes a musical phrase would perfectly sum up The mood of a moment. One of those lovelorn sonatas For wind instruments was riding past on a solemn white horse. Everybody wondered who the new arrival was.”

Sometimes Moments Past White Music Wind Musician Horse Instruments Musical Mood Phrases Riding Solemn Arrivals White Horse Sonatas New Arrivals Wind Instruments

Book:Selected poems

Source: Selected poems

“The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number. From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over.”

Source: H. G. WELLS Ultimate Collection: 120+ Science Fiction Classics, Novels & Stories; Including Scientific, Political and Historical Works: The Time Machine, The Island of Doctor Moreau, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds, Modern Utopia, A Short History of the World, What Is Coming, The Story of the Last Trump…

“Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.”

White Sky Wind Spring Blue Flying Poetry Is Yellow Tied Tails Silk Riddle Balloons Blue Sky Theorems Kites Handkerchiefs

Book:The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

“At a time when our planet is warming due to climate change, the last thing our environment needs is more drilling. What we need is for Congress and the White House to move toward clean energy such as solar, wind and geothermal.”

Needs Lasts Moving House Energy White Environment Planets Wind Clean Climate Climate Change Congress Dues White House Our Planet Our Environment Clean Energy Drilling Geothermal

Author:Bernie Sanders

“Everybody has a little bit of the sun and moon in them. Everybody has a little bit of man, woman, and animal in them. Darks and lights in them. Everyone is part of a connected cosmic system. Part earth and sea, wind and fire, with some salt and dust swimming in them. We have a universe within ourselves that mimics the universe outside. None of us are just black or white, or never wrong and always right. No one. No one exists without polarities. Everybody has good and bad forces working with them, against them, and within them.”

Men Littles Light Earth Universe Force Bits Black White Animal Sun Fire Sea Wind Moon Little Bit Connected Dust Swimming Cosmic Salt Good And Bad Men Women Black Or White Polarity

Author:Suzy Kassem

“Winter near the shore is cold. The wind kicks up a salty mist and elephant seals come to shore to trumpet and rut and birth their pups. Retired people put sweaters on their lap dogs and drag them down the street on retractable leashes in a nightly parade of doggy humiliation. Surfers don their wetsuits against the chill of storm waves and white sharks adjust their diets to include shrink-wrapped dude-snacks on fiberglass crackers.”

“Sometimes you come to a fall and sometimes you come to white water. Your rowing has to adapt to the situation. You can't do the same stroke coming down a small stream as you would coming down Niagara Falls. Even if you're only rowing down a stream, different things happen: maybe the wind changes, maybe the current, and suddenly everything's different. So gently is really important. Don't power yourself or blast through; rock with the way things are.”

Ifs Way Important Different Sometimes Happens Fall Water White Situation Rocks Wind Currents Things Happen Streams Different Things Strokes Blast Rowing Niagara Niagara Falls White Water

Author:Bernie Glassman

“The thing about the summit region of Mount Washington, it can have areas that are flat and rolling. In those conditions, it's very difficult not to become disoriented, because it's not like you're on a face where you know what's up and what's down. You're on a flat surface. Every direction is the same in a white-out condition. And with wind speeds constantly changing direction, within a minute you have no idea where you are.”

Knows Ideas Faces Difficult White Minutes Conditions Wind Like You Areas Surface Speed No Idea Regions Flats Where You Are Rolling Summit

Author:Hugh Herr

“America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.”

People Ifs Bigs Eye America Literature Sound White Stupid Wind Quiet Fortunate Complacency Hurricanes Protestants Serene

Author:Norman Mailer

“You always draw from your roots. I'm influenced by everything I hear and see, and that includes music today, but obviously I go back to my early influences: Stevie Wonder, Parliament, Earth, Wind & Fire, Ohio Players, Average White Band. Those kind of artists are what I look to. When I hear that stuff on the radio, I turn it up!”

Looks Kind Today Earth Artist Turns Stuff White Wonder Fire Player Influence Wind Band Draws Roots Average Radio Parliament Ohio

Author:Donny Osmond

“Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.”

Source: The plays of William Shakespeare

“There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.”

White Wind Goes On Noise Rough Shore Steady Surf Prairie White Noise

Author:Diane Ackerman

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!”

Men World White Fire Wind Blow Strikes Rage Flats Cracks Thick Cheeks Thunder Shaking Mold Oaks Spills Lear Executing Thunderbolts Cleaving Vaunt

Author:William Shakespeare

“I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs with strips of emerald cultivation either side. Away from the cliffs was the desert. There was no sound but the wind, whirring through thorns and whistling through dead grass, and no other sign of life but a hawk, and a black beetle easing over white stones.”

Sound Sides Black White Path Wind Rivers Stones Bones Desert Grass Streams Cliffs Thorns Cultivation Hawks Chile Whistling Beetles Emeralds Signs Of Life

Book:In Patagonia

Source: In Patagonia

“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.”

Ends Past Grows Black Nature Dark White Walks Watches Streets Wind Flower Blow Smoke Arrows Pits Sidewalk Chalk Asphalt

Author:Shel Silverstein

“I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.”

Men Mind Self Reason Light Dies Grows White Dying Wind Praying Rain Crosses Died Blind Lays Stuck Pity Knees Hospitals Thread Pigs Nails Blink Fart Slugs

Author:Charles Bukowski

“Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds?”

World Long White Path Wind Goes On Cold Mountain Rain Clouds Wide Grass Ties Leap Trails Mist Slippery Moss Creeks Boulders Gorges Cold Mountain White Clouds

Book:Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

Source: Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends, And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.”

Ends Grows White Sun Streets Wind Moon Bird Flight Grass Sidewalk Crimson Peppermint

Author:Shel Silverstein

“Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big serf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.”

Men Bigs Eye Earth Lasts Joy Water White Behinds Forever Knowing Clear Alive Wife Sea Wind Arms Husband Longing Rounds Dear Blow Ships Beach Faithful Breasts Rough Abyss Ache Gale Swimmer Poseidon Serfs

Book:The odyssey

Source: The odyssey

“At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.”

Firsts Two Light Together Girl Black Dark Space White Perfect Cities Wind Hair Shadow Dresses Dawn Butterfly Midnight Violet Purple Blonde Moths Ponies Rant Rave Dark Hair

Author:Francesca Lia Block

“His conviction of having no purpose in life other than to act as a distillation of poison was part of the ego of an eighteen-year-old. He had resolved that his beautiful white hands would never be soiled or calloused. He wanted to be like a pennant, dependent on each gusting wind. The only thing that seemed valid to him was to live for the emotions--gratuitous and unstable, dying only to quicken again, dwindling and flaring without direction or purpose.”

Years Hands Wanted Beautiful Purpose White Emotion Dying Wind Ego Conviction Poison Dependent Purpose Of Life Eighteen Unstable Distillation Eighteen Years Old

Book:Spring Snow

Source: Spring Snow

“The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords.”

Firsts Heart Water White Silence Morning Five Impossible Wind Bird Hot Guitar Evening Useless Dawn Branches Sand Target Southern Yearning Wounded Arrows Weeping Camellias

Author:Federico Garcia Lorca

“Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.”

Source: The Prophet - Der Prophet

“It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white sand shore. It is moonlight. The garden is silent. I stand in my room alone. Across my wall, from the far-off moon, A rain of fire is thrown. There are houses hanging above the stars, And stars hung under the sea, And a wind from the long blue vault of time Waves my curtains for me. I wait in the dark once more, swung between space and space: Before the mirror I lift my hands And face my remembered face.”

Source: The Charnel Rose. Senlin: Biography and Other Poems

“At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty.”

Writing Book Ends Would Be Lasts White Rooms Air Wind Pages Empty Silent Sat Chairs Sheets Fluttering

Book:The History of Love: A Novel

Source: The History of Love: A Novel