C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.


Lull’d by soft zephyrs thro’ the broken pane.


  • The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
  • Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
  • Pope.

  • Soft o’er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
  • That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
  • Pope.

    Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows.


  • Let Zephyr only breathe
  • And with her tresses play.
  • Drummond.

  • And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
  • The silver clouds.
  • Keats.

  • And soften’d sounds along the waters die:
  • Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
  • Pope.

  • And soon
  • Their hushing dances languished to a stand,
  • Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs swoon,
  • All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned.
  • Hood.