Ye mariners of England,

That guard our native seas;

Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,

The battle and the breeze!

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Ye Mariners of England.

Death rides on every passing breeze,

He lurks in every flower.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): At a Funeral. No. i.

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,

Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,

Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,

Survey our empire, and behold our home!

These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—

Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,

The sun has left the lea.

The orange flower perfumes the bower,

The breeze is on the sea.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Quentin Durward. Chap. iv.

Recognizes ever and anon

The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book iv.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,

Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271.

Without a breeze, without a tide,

She steadies with upright keel.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.