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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Cease, rude Boreas! blustering railed G. A. Stevens—The Storm. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Bancks) 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. Stevenson—Foreigner at Home. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! | author = Tennyson | work = Princess. 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. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = • 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 Husbandrie. Description of the Properties of Winds. Ch.XII. | seealso = (See also {{sc|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. Wohdswobth—Sonnet. Composed while the author was engaged in writing a tract occasioned by the Convention of Cintra. WINDFLOWER Anemone Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers frail and fair. Bryant—The Arctic Lover. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The little windflower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. Bryant—A Winter Piece. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The starry, fragile windflower, Poised above in airy grace, Virgin white, suffused with blushes, Shyly droops her lovely face. Elaine Goodale-—The First Flowers. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye Upon the clouded smile of April's face, Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by, Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace. Jones Very—The Windflower. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

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 * 1) Wine and Spirits ##

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Lyly, Syrus) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = 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 Dodd's Epigrammatists. (1870) | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store Of Malmsey and Malvoisie. G. W. Bellamy—Simon the Cellarer. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. Burns—John Barleycorn. St. 13. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 874 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain,— {{block center/e}}