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Breeze Quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars.But thou, my babe! Shalt wander…
- And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps, Plastic and vast, one…
- The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.
- Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.
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- Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze. — Aime Cesaire
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- Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs… — Lord Byron
- The breeze of grace is always blowing; set your sail to catch that breeze. — Ramakrishna
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- Perhaps you have noticed that even in the very lightest breeze you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we… — Black Elk
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- There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down. — Don DeLillo