The bell upon the roof that had told the tale of murder to the midnight wind, became a very phantom whose voice would raise the listener's hair on end; and every leafless bough that nodded to another, had its stealthy whispering of the crime.
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Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens
The winds were about and walking.
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The Willows
by
Algernon Blackwood
Laughter and tears are meant to turn the wheels of the same machinery of sensibility; one is wind-power, and the other water-power; that is all.
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The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table
by
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it,--but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
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The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table
by
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
"I saw her, in the fire, but now. I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night," returned the haunted man.
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The Haunted Man
by
Charles Dickens
The winds were warm about us, the whole earth seemed the wealthier for our love.
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The Amber Gods
by
Harriet Prescott Spofford
The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as the sun went down carrying glad day elsewhere; and a train of dull clouds coming up against it, menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm clouds came sailing onward, others supplied the void they left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an hour seemed to have gathered in an instant.
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The Old Curiosity Shop
by
Charles Dickens
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
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The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
by
Anne Bronte
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither my mother nor Miss Betsey could forbear glancing that way. As the elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about, as if their late confidences were really too wicked for their peace of mind.
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David Copperfield
by
Charles Dickens
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had prevailed all day, sighed heavily from time to time, as though foretelling in grief the ravages of the coming storm. The bat skimmed in fantastic flights through the heavy air, and the ground was alive with crawling things, whose instinct brought them forth to swell and fatten in the rain.
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Nicholas Nickleby
by
Charles Dickens