Quotes about gales (14 Quotes)


    Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade Whereer you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

    One ship drives east, and another west With the self-same winds that blow Tis the set of the sails And not the gales, Which decides the way we go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As they voyage along through life Tis the will of the soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.







    The Quantum Weather Butterfly ( Papilio Tempestae ) is an undistinguished yellow color, its outstanding feature is its ability to create weather. This presumably began as a survival trait, since even an extremely hungry bird would find itself inconvenienced by a nasty localized tornado ( usually about 6 inches across ). From there it possibly became a secondary sexual characteristic, like the plumage of birds. Look at me, the male says, flapping his wings lazily in the canopy of the rain forest. I may be an undistinguished yellow color but in a fortnight's time, a thousand miles away, Freak Gales Cause Road Chaos. This is the butterfly of the storm.

    Ah, happy hills ah, pleasing shade Ah, fields beloved in vain Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.

    I certainly don't think Marsha Gale's letter is sufficient, and if it is sufficient then God help sport. If we are talking about stuff that goes back to 2002, it should have been raised before. It can't be, 'If my daughter can't go, you can't go,' and that's the bottom line of that to me.

    She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill Joyous the birds fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.


    I know my own soul, how feeble and puny it is: I know the magnitude of this ministry, and the great difficulty of the work; for more stormy billows vex the soul of the priest than the gales which disturb the sea.




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