And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
I have known many who could not when they would, for they had not done it when they could.
Rabelais—Pantagrud. Bk. III. Ch. XXVII.
We sought therefore to amend our will, and not to suffer it through despite to languish long time in error.
Seneca—Of Benefits. Bk. V. Ch.XXV. Ep. 67. </poem>
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Two traded pilots 'twixt the .dangerous snores
Of will and judgment.
Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 63.
That what he will he does, and does so much
That proof is call'd impossibility.
Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 28.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
| author = Tennyson
| work = InMemoriam. Introduction. St. 4.
All
Life needs for life is possible to will.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Love and Duty. L. 82.
WILLOW
g Salix
I'll hang my harp on a willow tree.
John, Lord Elphinstone. Also credited to
Thos. Haynes Bayly.
Willow, in thy breezy moan,
I can hear a deeper tone;
Through thy leaves come whispering low,
Faint sweet sounds of long ago—
Willow, sighing willow!
Felicia D. Hemans—Willow Song .
All a green willow, willow,
All a green willow is my garland.
John Heywood—The Green Willow.
The willow hangs with sheltering grace
And benediction o'er their sod,
And Nature, hushed, assures the soul
They rest in God.
Crammond Kennedy—Greenwood Cemetery.
Near the lake where drooped the willow,
Long time ago.
George P. Morris—Near the Lake.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the
midst thereof.
Psalms. CXXXVII. 2.
Know ye the willow-tree,
Whose grey leaves quiver,
Whispering gloomily
To yon pale river?
Lady, at even-tide
Wander not near it:
They say its branches hide
A sad, lost spirit!
Thackeray—The Willow-Tree.
WIND
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Zephyrs)
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan
Like infant charity.
Joanna Baillie—Orra. Act III. Sc. 1. The
Chough and Crow.
Blow, Boreas, foe to human kind!
Blow, blustering, freezing, piercing wind!
Blow, that thy force 1 may rehearse,
While all my thoughts congeal to verse!
John Bancks—To Boreas.
| seealso = (See also Stevens)
The faint old man shall lean his silver head
To fed thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,
And dry the moistened curls that overspread
His temples, while his breathing grows more
deep.
Bryant—Evening Wind. St. 4.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 15
| text = Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find
The perfumes thou dost bring?
Bryant—May Evening. . St. 2.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and
brooks,
And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men as thou dost pass.
Bryant—October. L. 5.
A breeze came wandering from the sky,
Light as the whispers of a dream;
He put the o'erhanging grasses by,
And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
The shy, yet unreluctant stream.
Bryant—The Wind and Stream.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
Byron—Childe Harold. Canto H. St. 70.
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Campbell—Ye Mariners of England.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Parker)
The wind is awake, pretty leaves, pretty leaves,
Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives;
Over and over
To the lowly clover
He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too) .
He will be lisping and pledging to you.
John Vance Cheney—The way of it.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = The wind's in the east * * * I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east. | author = Dickens | work = Bleak House. | place = Ch. VI. | seealso = (See also Eliot)
