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ZEPHYRS ZEPHYRS
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And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds.
Keats—Posthumous Poems. Sonnets. Oh! How I love on a Fair Summer’s Eve.
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Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II. L. 366.
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Lull’d by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Pope—Prologue to Satires. L. 42.
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And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
Pope—Rape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 50.
5
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
Pope—Rape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 58.
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The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
