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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind - Poem by William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Comments about Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by William Shakespeare

  • Dr Tony Brahmin 10/12/2020 11:41:00 AM

    Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
    That does not bite so nigh
    As benefits forgot:
    Though thou the waters warp,
    Thy sting is not so sharp
    As a friend remembered not.
    the great Shakespeare. tony
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  • cool cat 1 5/20/2020 3:31:00 PM

    i like it it can inspire people Reply

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  • cool cat1 5/20/2020 3:29:00 PM

    a poem that inspires Reply

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  • Brooklyn 5/14/2020 10:57:00 AM

    its really good and i was in a play about him Reply

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  • big mike 3/12/2020 11:49:00 AM

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  • gamer 2/10/2020 2:34:00 PM

    Roses are red violets are blue, my love for you involves a lot of goo. Reply

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  • Spooderman 12/20/2019 10:18:00 AM

    Dumb Poem. like srsly? It just dumb there are way better Reply

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  • EEEEEEEEEEE 12/20/2019 10:10:00 AM

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    Kelsey (9/15/2020 8:59:00 AM)

    Spooderman, shut your dumbass up.

    Spooderman (12/20/2019 10:17:00 AM)

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  • Mercy 5/15/2019 8:32:00 PM

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Wind Poems
  1. 1. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
    William Shakespeare
  2. 2. The Wind
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  3. 3. Who Has Seen The Wind?
    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  4. 4. Ode To The West Wind
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  5. 5. Especially When The October Wind
    Dylan Thomas
  6. 6. Wind On The Hill
    Alan Alexander Milne
  7. 7. The Wind, One Brilliant Day
    Antonio Machado
  8. 8. The Wind
    Amy Lowell
  9. 9. The Rain And The Wind
    William Ernest Henley
  10. 10. To The Thawing Wind
    Robert Frost
  11. 11. The Gypsy And The Wind
    Federico García Lorca
  12. 12. During Wind And Rain
    Thomas Hardy
  13. 13. The Wind
    Vikram Seth
  14. 14. To A Child Dancing In The Wind
    William Butler Yeats
  15. 15. Summer Wind
    William Cullen Bryant
  16. 16. The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man,
    Emily Dickinson
  17. 17. The Wind That Shakes The Barley
    Katharine Tynan
  18. 18. Retreating Wind
    Louise Gluck
  19. 19. The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass
    Emily Dickinson
  20. 20. Subway Wind
    Claude McKay
  21. 21. The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass
    Emily Dickinson
  22. 22. Wind Song
    Ernestine Northover
  23. 23. The Night Wind
    Eugene Field
  24. 24. Wind In The Beechwood
    Siegfried Sassoon
  25. 25. The Wind
    Sara Teasdale
  26. 26. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos
    Emily Dickinson
  27. 27. The Night - Wind
    Emily Jane Brontë
  28. 28. That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling
    Emily Jane Brontë
  29. 29. The North Wind
    Anne Brontë
  30. 30. Less Than The Cloud To The Wind
    Sara Teasdale
  31. 31. Night Wind
    John Clare
  32. 32. The Wind Is Without There And Howls In T..
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  33. 33. The Wind
    Eugene Field
  34. 34. Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fra..
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  35. 35. The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  36. 36. When The Wind Blows
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  37. 37. Spring Wind In London
    Katherine Mansfield
  38. 38. There Is A Solemn Wind Tonight
    Katherine Mansfield
  39. 39. Ode To The Northeast Wind
    Charles Kingsley
  40. 40. The Sea Wind
    Sara Teasdale
  41. 41. The Way Of The Wind
    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  42. 42. Alone In The Wind, On The Prairie
    Vachel Lindsay
  43. 43. May Wind
    Sara Teasdale
  44. 44. Song Of The Sea-Wind
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  45. 45. There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
    Emily Dickinson
  46. 46. The Wind
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  47. 47. Blow, Northern Wind
    Anonymous
  48. 48. The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—to..
    Emily Dickinson
  49. 49. Blowing In The Wind
    Dee Daffodil
  50. 50. Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night
    Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Wind Poems

  1. Ode To The West Wind

    I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odors plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear! II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine aery surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear! III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

  2. Who Has Seen The Wind?

    Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.

  3. Especially When The October Wind

    Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words. Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark On the horizon walking like the trees The wordy shapes of women, and the rows Of the star-gestured children in the park. Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches, Some of the oaken voices, from the roots Of many a thorny shire tell you notes, Some let me make you of the water's speeches. Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning And tells the windy weather in the cock. Some let me make you of the meadow's signs; The signal grass that tells me all I know Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye. Some let me tell you of the raven's sins. Especially when the October wind (Some let me make you of autumnal spells, The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales) With fists of turnips punishes the land, Some let me make you of the heartless words. The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury. By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

  4. The Wind

    I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!