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And April's in the West wind, and daffodils. 'The winds that never moderation knew,
MASEFIELD-The West Wind.
MILTON-Hymn on the Nativity. St. 5.
While rocking winds are piping loud.
MILTON-Il Penseroso. L. 126.
When the gust hath blown his fill,
Ending on the rustling leaves,
With minute drops from off the eaves. But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
MILTON-Il Penseroso. L. 128. GEORGE ELIOT—The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
Never does a wilder song
Steal the breezy lyre along,
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mounOf the golden summer eves—
tains, Whence is the thrilling magic
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Of its tunes amongst the leaves?
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mounOh, is it from the waters,
tains, Or from the long, tall grass?
Draughts of life to me.
D. M. MULOCK—North Wind.
MARTYN PARKER-Ye Gentlemen of England. A little wind kindles, much puts out the fire.
(See also CAMPBELL) HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum.
Cum ventis litigare. To a crazy ship all winds are contrary.
To strive with the winds. HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum.
PETRONIUS ARBITER. 83. An ill wind that bloweth no man good
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind. The blower of which blast is she.
Psalms. CIV. 3. JOHN HEYWOOD Idleness. St. 5. (See also HENRY IV, HENRY VI, TUSSER) And the South Wind-he was dressed
With a ribbon round his breast
That floated, flapped, and fluttered
And a drapery of mist 10
From the shoulder to the wrist He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the Floating backward with the motion east wind.
Of the waving hand he kissed. . Isaiah. XXVII. 8.
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY—The South Wind
and the Sun, The wind bloweth where it listeth. John. III. 8.
A young man who had been troubling society
with impalpable doctrines of a new civilization I hear the wind among the trees
which he called "the Kingdom of Heaven" had Playing the celestial symphonies;
been put out of the way; and I can imagine that I see the branches downward bent,
believer in material power murmuring as he Like keys of some great instrument.
went homeward, "it will all blow over now." LONGFELLOW-A Day of Sunshine. St. 3. Yes. The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven
has blown over the world, and shall blow for Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
centuries yet. Has grown familiar with your song;
GEORGE W. RUSSELL—The Economics of IreI hear it in the opening year,
land. P. 23. I listen, and it cheers me long. LONGFELLOW-Woods in Winter. St. 7. O the wind is a faun in the spring time 14
When the ways are green for the tread of the It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' May! cries;
List! hark his lay! I never hear the west wind but tears are in my Whist! mark his play! eyes.
T-r-r-r-1! For it comes from the west lands, the old brown Hear how gay! hills,
CLINTON SCOLLARD—The Wind.
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood; Sound was his mutton, and his claret good; “Let him drink port!” the English statesman
cried: He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
Anon. In Dood's Epigrammatists. (1870) Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo;
'Twill heighten all his joy.
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.
DE TABLEY--The Windmill. Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Wind of the western sea!
A fresher Gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn; While the Quail clamors for his running mate.
THOMSON—Seasons. Summer. L. 1,655.
11 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. TUSSER—Five Hundred Points of Good Hus
bandrie. Description of the Properties of Winds. Ch. XII.
(See also HEYWOOD) 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.
So Noah, when he anchor'd safe on
BUTLER-Satire Upon Drunkenness. L. 105.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may
preach Who please, the more because they preach in
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
BYRON—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 178.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
BYRON-Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 1.
The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.
HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
13 Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
HERBERT Jacula Prudentum,
14 You cannot know wine by the barrel.
15 Sparkling and bright, in liquid light,
Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in. CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN-Sparkling and
Bright. 16 And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 520. POPE's
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
BYRON-Sweet Things. St. 5.
Ah, who is this lady fine?
O'er wall and tree
Ten thousand casks, Forever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then;
'tis your country bids! COWPER-The Task. Bk. IV. L. 504.
5 The conscious water saw its God and blushed. CRASHAW—Translation of His Own Epigram
on the Miracle of Cana. St. John's Gospel.
Nunc vino pellite curas.
Now drown care in wine.
Vino diffugiunt mordaces curæ.
By wine eating cares are put to flight. Adapted from HORACE—Carmina. I. 18. 4;
and 7. 31.
Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?
Who prates of war or want after his wine? HORACE—Carmina. I. 18. 5.
“It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, “it was the salmon.”
DICKENS—Pickwick Papers. Ch. VIII.
Spes donare novas largus, amaraque
Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares. HORACE_Carmina. IV. 12. 19.
Fæcundi calices quem non fecere disertum.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent. HORACE-Epistles. I. 5. 19.
When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, “That which belongs to another.” DIOGENES LAERTIUS — Lives and Opinions
of Eminent Philosophers. Diogenes. VI.
YONGE's trans. 8 Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
As for the brandy, “nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice. DOUGLAS JERROLD-Jerrold's Wit. Shakes
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
GAY-Fables. Pt. II. Fable 6.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. SAMUEL JOHNSON—Boswell's Life of Johnson.
(1779) 24 But that which most doth take my muse and me, Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine, Which is the mermaid's now, but shall be mine. BEN JONSON—Epigram CÍ.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius a better discerning.
Sc. 1. Song.
Wine it is the milk of Venus,
(See also MOORE)
Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
Psalms. CIV. 15.
We care not for money, riches, nor wealth; Old sack is our money, old sack is our wealth.
THOMAS RANDOLPH—The Praise of Old Sack.
The produce of the vineyards has not failed everywhere, Ovidius. The heavy rains have been productive. Coranus made up a hundred jars by means of the water.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. IX. Ep. 98.
MILTON—Comus. II. 46.
You'll never write anything wise;
Which hurries a bard to the skies.
(See also JONSON) o Roman punch! O potent Curaçoa! O Maraschino! Maraschino O! Delicious drams! Why have you not the art To kill this gnawing Book-worm in my heart? MOORE-Twopenny Post Bag. See Appendix,
Der Wein erfindet nichts, er schwatzt's nur aus.
Wine tells nothing, it only tattles.
Wine kindles wrath.
of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 52.
(See also LOVELACE) 23
Give me a bowl of wine;
Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 158.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 283.
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter fruit. OMAR KHAYYAM -- Rubaiyat. FitzGERALD'S
trans. St. 54.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 313.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
trans. St. 59.
Vina paract animos, faciuntque coloribus aptos: Cura fugit multo diluiturque mero.
Wine stimulates the mind and makes it quick with heat; care flees and is dissolved in much drink. Ovm-Ars Amatoria. Bk. I. 237.
Like the best wine,
that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Song of Solomon. VII. 9.
The hop for his profit I thus do exalt,
bandrie. A Lesson When and Where to Plant
And must I wholly banish hence
These red and golden juices,
That pallidest of Muses?
WINTER These Winter nights against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes againQuaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.
T. B. ALDRICH-Frost-Work.
I crown thee king of intimate delights,
(See also THOMSON)
Keats-On the Grasshopper and Cricket. His breath like silver arrows pierced the air, The naked earth crouched shuddering at his feet, His finger on all flowing waters sweet Forbidding lay--motion nor sound was there:Nature was frozen dead,--and still and slow, A winding sheet fell o'er her body fair, Flaky and soft, from his wide wings of snow. FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE-Winter. L. 9.
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in
sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decayThen leaps in spring to his returning kisses. CHARLES KINGSLEY — Saint's Tragedy. Act
III. Sc. 1.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
WILLIAM BLAKE–To Winter.
When now, unsparing as the scourge of war,
Look! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light.
BRYANT-A Winter Piece. L. 66.
Up rose the wild old winter-king,
And shook his beard of snow; “I hear the first young hare-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go!
Northward o'er the icy rocks,
Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks:
This land's too warm for me!” LELAND—Spring.
But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
POPE-Ode to Winter. L. 85.