Zephyr

And meteorologists have nothing

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And meteorologists have nothing to tell people in Philo, who know perfectly well that the real story is that to the west, between us and the Rockies, there is basically nothing tall, and that weird zephyrs and stirs joined breezes and gusts and thermals and downdrafts and whatever out over Nebraska and Kansas and moved … Read more

The virtuous to those

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The virtuous to those mansions go Where pleasures unembitter’d flow, Where, leading up a jocund band, Vigor and Youth dance hand in hand, Whilst Zephyr, with harmonious gales, Pipes softest music through the vales, And Spring and Flora, gaily crown’d, With velvet carpet spread the ground; With livelier blush where roses bloom, And every shrub … Read more

Put forth thy leaf,

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Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain The summer comes serenely on; Earth, air, and sun and skies combine To promise all that’s kind and fair: But thou, O human heart of mine, Be still, contain thyself, and bear. Arthur Hugh Clough

Soft is the strain

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Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock’s vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift … Read more