A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.
Quotes about waft (11 Quotes)
O Star-eyed Science hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair
Farewell if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Scent is the most potent and bewitching substance in the gardener's repertory and yet it is the most neglected and least understood. The faintest waft is sometimes enough to induce feelings of hunger or anticipation, or to transport you back through time and space to a long-forgotten moment in your childhood. It can overwhelm you in an instant or simply tease you, creeping into your consciousness slowly and evaporating almost the moment it it detected. Each fragrance, whether sweet or spicy, light or heavy, comes upon you in its own way and evokes its own emotional response.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Vari-colored leaves waft at wind's gentle prodding Autumn rites recur.
The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.
One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
Free speech is to a great people what winds are to oceans and malarial regions, which waft away the elements of disease and bring new elements of health and where free speech is stopped, miasma is bred, and death comes fast.