love awakes,--
And the silence Phoebus breaks
Of his mountains, of his vales,
Sweetly blow the balmy gales;
All for whom he shows affection,
Who are worthy his protection,
Gladly follow his direction.
Quotes about balmy (13 Quotes)
Most of Australia's leading thoroughbred enthusiasts are in Brisbane and the Gold Coast at the time of the year attending the Queensland Winter Racing Carnival and enjoying the balmy Queensland winter weather.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls,
But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
In the blest Nirvana of eternal light!
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles the wretched he forsakes.
How true it is that, if we are cheerful and contented, all nature smiles, the air seems more balmy, the sky clearer, the earth has a brighter green... the flowers are more fragrant... and the sun, moon, and stars all appear more beautiful, and seem to rejoice with us.
The underlying drivers of this market - resources, energy - are continuing to run very strongly at record highs in copper, nickel, zinc, aluminum, gold ... oil prices are back to 68 bucks a barrel despite this wonderful, balmy weather we're having.
As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
A ray of sunshine, a balmy breeze Are a gift from God above, And He also gives us faithful friends. To warm our hearts with love.
A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with a lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs of birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields - or, rather, from the one great garden of the whole cultivated island in its yielding time - penetrate into the Cathedral, subdue its earthy odour, and preach the Resurrection and the Life. The cold stone tombs of centuries ago grow warm and flecks of brightness dart into the sternest marble corners of the building, fluttering there like wings.
Because I love you, I love you, my love,
in the attic where children play,
dreaming ancient lights of Hungary
through the noise, the balmy afternoon,
seeing sheep and irises of snow
through the dark silence of your forehead.