Anne Brontë book Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day (1842)
"Hymn".
Context: When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.
Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
Anne Brontë book Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day (1842)
“A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping,
For her husband was far on the wild-raging sea.”
Samuel Lover (1797–1868) Irish song-writer, novelist, and painter
The Angel's Whisper, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“There solid billows of enormous size,
Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.”
Ambrose Philips (1674–1749) Anglo-Irish poet and politician
Epistle: "To the Earl of Dorset" (1709), line 21.
“T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.”
William Collins (1721–1759) English poet, born 1721
Source: The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), Line 28.
Samuel Garth (1661–1719) British writer
The Dispensary, Canto III, line 225; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Maurice Sendak book Where the Wild Things Are
Source: Where the Wild Things Are (1963); of this passage Bill Moyers stated in "NOW with Bill Moyers", PBS (12 March 2004) http://www.pbs.org/now/arts/sendak.html: <br class="br">Context: And when he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws till Max said, "Be still" and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once. <br class="br">Context: And when he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws till Max said, "Be still" and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once. And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things.
William Hazlitt (1778–1830) English writer
"Common Places," No. 60, The Literary Examiner (September - December 1823)
“The way of the Wind is a strange, wild way.”
Ingram Crockett (1856–1936) American writer
The Wind, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Felicia Hemans (1793–1835) English poet
Stanza 2. <br class="br"> The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers http://www.poetry-archive.com/h/landing_of_the_pilgrim_fathers.html (1826)