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Famous Breeze Poems by Famous Poets

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
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Or if vain man unconscious of their worth, 
Refuse a tear when in some lonely vale 
He sees those faithful laid; each breeze shall sigh, 
Each passing gale shall mourn, each tree shall bend 
Its heavy head, in sorrow o'er their tombs, 
And some sad stream run ever weeping by. 
Weep not O stream, nor mourn thou passing gale, 
Beneath those grassy tombs their bodies lie, 
But they have risen from each labour bere 
To make their entrance on a nobler stage. 
What though...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...br>
There too the dove-cot stood, with its meek and innocent inmates
Murmuring ever of love; while above in the variant breezes
Numberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of mutation.

Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of Grand-Pre
Lived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his household.
Many a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his missal,
Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion;
Happy was he who might touch he...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...hell
And murmur'd into it, and made melody---
O melody no more! for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came enchantment with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
I threw my shell away upon the sand,
And a wave fill'd it, as my sense was fill'd
With that new blissful golden melody.
A living death was in each gush of sounds,
Each famil...Read more of this...

by Angelou, Maya
...l
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...nce I saw a crowd, 
A host, of golden daffodils; 
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 

Continuous as the stars that shine 
And twinkle on the milky way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay: 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 

The waves beside them danced; but they 
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 
A poet could not but be gay, 
In such a jocun...Read more of this...



by Byron, George (Lord)
...g tapestry, and the echoing floor; 
The long dim shadows of surrounding trees, 
The flapping bat, the night song of the breeze; 
Aught they behold or hear their thought appals 
As evening saddens o'er the dark gray walls. 

XVI. 

Vain thought! that hour of ne'er unravell'd gloom 
Came not again, or Lara could assume 
A seeming of forgetfulness that made 
His vassals more amazed nor less afraid — 
Had memory vanish'd then with sense restored? 
Since word, nor look, no...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...t;  About that tight and deadly band  I feel thy little fingers press'd.  The breeze I see is in the tree;  It comes to cool my babe and me.   Oh! love me, love me, little boy!  Thou art thy mother's only joy;  And do not dread the waves below,  When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;  The high crag cannot work me harm,  Nor leaping t...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...all are thine,
And round thy head one perfect wreath will twine.


V.


The pine-tops rocked before the evening breeze
With the hoarse murmur of the wintry seas,
And the tall stems were streaked with amber bright; -
I wandered through the wood in wild delight,
Some startled bird, with fluttering wings and fleet,
Made snow of all the blossoms; at my feet,
Like silver crowns, the pale narcissi lay,
And small birds sang on every twining spray.
O waving trees, O fores...Read more of this...

by Ashbery, John
...mal way things are done,
Like the concentric growing up of days
Around a life: correctly, if you think about it.

A breeze like the turning of a page
Brings back your face: the moment
Takes such a big bite out of the haze
Of pleasant intuition it comes after.
The locking into place is "death itself,"
As Berg said of a phrase in Mahler's Ninth;
Or, to quote Imogen in Cymbeline, "There cannot
Be a pinch in death more sharp than this," for,
Though only exercise or tactic...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...n buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with the rest; 
Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze; 
Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low scragged
 limbs; 
Walking the path worn in the grass, and beat through the leaves of the brush;
Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot; 
Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve—where the great gold-bug drops
 through the dark; 
Where flails keep ...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...she hath watch'd  Many a Nightingale perch giddily  On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,  And to that motion tune his wanton song,  Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head.   Farewell, O Warbler! till to-morrow eve,  And you, my friends! farewell, a short farewell!  We have been loitering long and pleasantly,  And now for our dear homes.—Th...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...
Scarce one in all is found that hath made good
The virgin pattern of its slender wood,
That courtesied in joy to every breeze; 
But scath'd, but knotted trunks that raise on high
Their arms in stiff contortion, strain'd and bare
Whose patriarchal crowns in sorrow sigh.
So, little children, ye--nay nay, ye ne'er
From me shall learn how sure the change and nigh,
When ye shall share our strength and mourn to share. 

43
When parch'd with thirst, astray on sultry sand
Th...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...ncied they heard in the air
 A weary and wandering sigh
Then sounded like "-jum!" but the others declare
 It was only a breeze that went by.

They hunted till darkness came on, but they found
 Not a button, or feather, or mark,
By which they could tell that they stood on the ground
 Where the Baker had met with the Snark.

In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
 In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away---
 For the Snark w...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...h! that mouldering long hast hung
        On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring
     And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
        Till envious ivy did around thee cling,
     Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,—
        O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep?
     Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,
        Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,
     Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?

     N...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...violin 
Struck up with Soldier-laddie, and overhead 
The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime 
Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end. 

Strange was the sight and smacking of the time; 
And long we gazed, but satiated at length 
Came to the ruins. High-arched and ivy-claspt, 
Of finest Gothic lighter than a fire, 
Through one wide chasm of time and frost they gave 
The park, the crowd, the house; but all within 
The sward was trim as any garden lawn: 
And her...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...lively Green,
Nipt by the drizzly Night, and Sallow-hu'd,
Fall, wavering, thro' the Air; or shower amain,
Urg'd by the Breeze, that sobs amid the Boughs.
Then list'ning Hares forsake the rusling Woods, 
And, starting at the frequent Noise, escape
To the rough Stubble, and the rushy Fen.
Then Woodcocks, o'er the fluctuating Main,
That glimmers to the Glimpses of the Moon,
Stretch their long Voyage to the woodland Glade: 
Where, wheeling with uncertain Flight, they moc...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...The First Voice 


HE trilled a carol fresh and free,
He laughed aloud for very glee:
There came a breeze from off the sea: 

It passed athwart the glooming flat -
It fanned his forehead as he sat -
It lightly bore away his hat, 

All to the feet of one who stood
Like maid enchanted in a wood,
Frowning as darkly as she could. 

With huge umbrella, lank and brown,
Unerringly she pinned it down,
Right through the centre of the crown. 

Then, with an...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...toil & faint for thirst
Heard not the fountains whose melodious dew
Out of their mossy cells forever burst
Nor felt the breeze which from the forest told
Of grassy paths, & wood lawns interspersed
With overarching elms & caverns cold,
And violet banks where sweet dreams brood, but they
Pursued their serious folly as of old ....
And as I gazed methought that in the way
The throng grew wilder, as the woods of June
When the South wind shakes the extinguished day....Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...-house in Devon, 
In a beechwood of old grey trees, 
Ivy climbing to the clustered chimneys, 
Rustling in the wet south breeze. 
Gardens trampled down by Cromwell's army, 
Orchards of apple-trees and pears, 
Casements that had looked for the Armada, 
And a ghost on the stairs. 

XV 
Johnnie's mother, the Lady Jean, 
Child of a penniless Scottish peer, 
Was handsome, worn high-coloured, lean, 
With eyes like Johnnie's—more blue and clear— 
Like bubbles of glass in her ...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...r one

Do not send a dove in my direction,
Do not write tumultuous notes at all,
Do not fan my face with the March breeze.
I have now entered a green heaven,
Where there's calm for body and for soul
Underneath the shady maple trees.

And from here I can see a town,
Booths and barracks of a palace made of stone
Chinese yellow bridge over the ice.
For three hours now you wait for me -- you're frozen,
But you cannot move from the perron,
At the stars y...Read more of this...

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