| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. |
| Alexander Pope | Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane. |
| Alexander Pope | And soften'd sounds along the waters die, Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. |
| Alexander Pope | Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath. |
| Alexander Pope | The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death, Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath. |
| Alexander Pope | Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. |
| Alexander Pope | Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane. |
| Alexander Pope | And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. |
| Alexander Pope | Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath. |
| Alexander Pope | The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death, Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath. |
| John Dyer | While the wanton Zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings. |
| John Keats | And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds. - John Keats, |
| William Drummond | Let Zephyr only breathe And with her tresses play. |
| Thomas Fuller | Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. |
| Thomas Hood | And soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand, Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs swoon, All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned. |
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