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[ Also see Air Clouds Nature Rain Storms Weather Zephyrs ]

The wind breathes not, and the wave
  Walks softly as above a grave.
      - Philip James Bailey

Thou wind!
  Which art the unseen similitude of God
    The Spirit, His most meet and mightiest sign.
      - Philip James Bailey

The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
  Like infant charity.
      - Joanna Baillie, Orra
         (act III, sc. 1, The Chough and Crow)

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 (Banks), To Boreas

In measure, when it shooteth forth, thou wilt debate with it: he stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.
      - Bible, Isaiah (ch. XXVIII, v. 8)

The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
      - Bible, John (ch. III, v. 8)

Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
  Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretches out the heavens like a curtain:
    Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
      Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
        Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever.
      - Bible, Psalms (ch. CIV, v. 1-5)

There is strange music in the stirring wind!
      - William Lisle Bowles

A melancholy sound is in the air,
  A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
    Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
      - William Cullen Bryant

Do not the bright June roses blow
  To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
      - William Cullen Bryant

Full fast the leaves are dropping
  Before that wandering breath.
      - William Cullen Bryant

I hear the howl of the wind that brings
  The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
      - William Cullen Bryant

Is not thy home among the flowers?
      - William Cullen Bryant

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
      - William Cullen Bryant

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.
      - William Cullen Bryant

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.
      - William Cullen Bryant, Evening Wind
         (st. 4)

Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
  The perfumes thou dost bring?
      - William Cullen 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 care,
      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.
      - William Cullen Bryant, October (l. 5)

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.
      - William Cullen Bryant, The Wind and Stream

As winds come lightly whispering from the West,
  Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
      - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel 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.
      - Thomas Campbell, Ye Mariners of England

The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves,
  Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
    Over and over
      To the lowly clover
        He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too).
          He will be lisping and pledging to you.
      - John Vance Cheney, The way of it

The winds of winter wailing through the woods;
  The mighty laughter of the vernal floods.
      - Abraham Coles

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.
      - Susan Coolidge (pseudonym of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)

How silent are the winds!
      - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter)

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