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And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.

MASEFIELD_The West Wind.

15 The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.

MILTONHymn on the Nativity. St. 5. While rocking winds are piping loud.

MILTON-Il Penseroso. L. 126.

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'The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their

charge.
DRYDEN-Astræa Reduz. L. 242.

Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.

GEORGE ELIOT— The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I. But certain winds will make men's temper bad. GEORGE ELIOTThe Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.

(See also DICKENS) The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm!

W. H. GIBSON—Pastoral Days. Winter. The wind, the wandering wind

Of the golden summer eves Whence is the thrilling magic

Of its tunes amongst the leaves? Oh, is it from the waters,

Or from the long, tall grass?
Or is it from the hollow rocks

Through which its breathings pass?
FELICIA D. HEMANS—The Wandering Wind.

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Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the moun

tains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy moun

tains, Draughts of life to me. D. M. MULOCK-North Wind.

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When the stormy winds do blow.
MARTYN PARKER-Ye Gentlemen of England.

(See also CAMPBELL)
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Cum ventis litigare.

To strive with the winds.
PETRONIUS ARBITER. 83.

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An ill wind that bloweth no man good-
The blower of which blast is she.
JOHN HEYWOOD Idleness. St. 5.
(See also HENRY IV, HENRY VI, TUSSER)

9 Madame, bear in mind That princes govern all things save the wind.

VICTOR HUGOThe Infanta's Rose.

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He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.

Isaiah. XXVII. 8.

11 The wind bloweth where it listeth.

John. III. 8.

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I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.

LONGFELLOW-A Day of Sunshine. St. 3.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear

Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year,

I listen, and it cheers me long.

LONGFELLOW—Woods in Winter. St. 7. It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds'

cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my

eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown

hills,

Who walketh upon the wings of the wind.

Psalms. CIV. 3.

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And the South Wind-he was dressed
With a ribbon round his breast
That floated, flapped, and fluttered

In a riotous unrest
And a drapery of mist

From the shoulder to the wrist
Floating backward with the motion

Of the waving hand he kissed. . JAMES WHITCOMB RILEYThe South Wind

and the Sun. 24 A young man who had been troubling society with impalpable doctrines of a new civilization which he called “the Kingdom of Heaven" had been put out of the way; and I can imagine that believer in material power murmuring as he went homeward, “it will all blow over now." Yes. The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet. GEORGE W. RUSSELLThe Economics of Ire

land. P. 23.

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O the wind is a faun in the spring time
When the ways are green for the tread of the

May!
List! hark his lay!
Whist! mark his play!

T-r-r-r-1!
Hear how gay!
CLINTON SCOLLARDThe Wind.

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Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is.

JOHN SELDENTable Talk. Libels.

WORDSWORTH-Sonnet. Composed while the

author was engaged in writing a tract occasioned by the Convention of Cintra.

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What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 89.

(See also HEYWOOD)

WINDFLOWER

Anemone 13 Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers frail and fair.

BRYANT-The Arctic Lover.

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Il blows the wind that profits nobody.

Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 55.

4 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's

being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves

dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes.
SHELLEY-Ode to the West Wind. Pt. I.

O wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

SHELLEY-Ode to the West Wind. Pt. V.

The little windflower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

BRYANT-A Winter Piece. The starry, fragile windflower,

Poised above in airy grace,
Virgin white, suffused with blushes,

Shyly droops her lovely face.
ELAINE GOODALE—The First Flowers.

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WINE AND SPIRITS (See also DRINKING)

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Cease, rude Boreas! blustering railer!
G. A. STEVENSThe Storm.

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There are, indeed, few merrier spectacles than that of many windmills bickering together in a fresh breeze over a woody country; their halting alacrity of movement, their pleasant business, making bread all day with uncouth gesticulation; their air, gigantically human, as of a creature half alive, put a spirit of romance into the tamest landscape.

STEVENSONForeigner at Home.

I hang no ivie out to sell my wine;
The nectar of good wits will sell itself.
ALLOT-England's Parnassus. Sonnet to the
Reader.

(See also LYLY, SYRUS)

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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.

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Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!
TENNYSONPrincess. Song. End of Pt. II.

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.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,

Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,

'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo;

'Twill heighten all his joy.
BURNSJohn Barleycorn. St. 13.

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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 mi ght 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
The mountain's top, his lofty haven,
And all the passengers he bore
Were on the new world set ashore,
He made it next his chief design
To plant and propagate a vine,
Which since has overwhelm'd and drown'd
Far greater numbers, on dry ground,
Of wretched mankind, one by one,
Than all the flood before had done.

BUTLER-Satire Upon Drunkenness. L. 105. Few things surpass old wine; and they may

preach Who please, the more because they preach in

vain,

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Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth!

Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

And purple-stained mouth.

KEATS-Ode to a Nightingale.
There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

The Koran.

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Magnum hoc vitium vino est,
Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.

This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler. PLAUTUSPseudolus. Act V. 1. 5.

It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth. Pliny the

Elder-Natural History. Bk. XIV. Sec. XIV. 15 In proverbium cessit, sapientiam vino adumbrari.

It has passed into a proverb, that wisdom is overshadowed by wine. PLINY the Elder Historia Naturalis. XXIII.

23. 1.

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Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.

Proverbs. XX. 1.

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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.

Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup; the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. Proverbs. XXIII. 31. 32.

18 Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.

Psalms. CIV. 15.

19 We care not for money, riches, nor wealth; Old sack is our money, old sack is our wealth.

THOMAS RANDOLPHThe Praise of Old Sack.

20 Der Wein erfindet nichts, er schwatzt's nur aus.

Wine tells nothing, it only tattles.
SCHILLER_Piccolomini. IV. 7. 42.

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Vinum incendit iram.

Wine kindles wrath.
SENECA-De Ira. Bk. II. 19.
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cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 52.

(See also LOVELACE)

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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—Tuopenny Post Bag. See Appendix,

Letter VII.

Give me a bowl of wine;
In this I bury all unkindness.

Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 158.

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The hop for his profit I thus do exalt,
It strengtheneth drink, and it favoureth malt:
And being well brewed, long kept it will last,
And drawing abide-if you draw not too fast.
TUSSER—Five Hundred Points of Good Hus-

bandrie. A Lesson When and Where to Plant
a Good Hop-Yard. Ch. XLIII.

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And must I wholly banish hence

These red and golden juices,
And pay my vows to Abstinence,

That pallidest of Muses?
WILLIAM WATSONTo a Maiden who bade me

shun Wine.

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crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know. COWPER—Task. Bk. IV. L. 120.

(See also THOMSON) On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.

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.

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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark,
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

WILLIAM BLAKE–To Winter.

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When now, unsparing as the scourge of war,
Blasts follow blasts and groves dismantled roar;
Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows,
No nourishment in frozen pasture grows;
Yet frozen pastures every morn resound
With fair abundance thund'ring to the ground.
BLOOMFIELD The Farmer's Boy. Winter.
St. 2.

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.

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