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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Know ye the willow-tree, Whose grey leaves quiver, Whispering gloomily To yon pale river? Lady, at even-tide Wander not near it: They say its branches hide A sad, lost spirit! Thackeray—The Willow-Tree. WIND | seealso = (See also {{sc|Zephyrs) The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity. Joanna Baillie—Orra. Act III. Sc. 1. The Chough and Crow. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind! Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind! Blow, that thy force 1 may rehearse, While all my thoughts congeal to verse! John Bancks—To Boreas. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Stevens) The faint old man shall lean his silver head To fed thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep. Bryant—Evening Wind. St. 4. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find The perfumes thou dost bring? Bryant—May Evening. . St. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. Bryant—October. L. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. Bryant—The Wind and Stream. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto H. St. 70. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. Campbell—Ye Mariners of England. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Parker) The wind is awake, pretty leaves, 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. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 872 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The wind's in the east * * * I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east. | author = Dickens | work = Bleak House. | place = Ch. VI. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Eliot}})