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 1 Introd  |        water does not roar or the wind blow. The nights are black
 2 XVI     |           in Brittany? A horrible wind on the shore, but how beautiful
 3 XXXIII  | importance to it than you do.~The wind plays my old harp as it
 4 XXXIII  |    oneself vibrate.”~Now, let the wind blow a little over your
 5 XXXV    |          vibration. The continual wind of little appetites breaks
 6 XLIII   |        water does not roar or the wind blow. The nights are black
 7 XLV     |  everything is to me as the north wind is to the reed.~A word from
 8 XLVII   |         The tides are superb, the wind groans, the river foams
 9 CXXII   |         ending by believing it. A wind of stupidity and folly is
10 CLXVII  |       eaten up by the sun and the wind. I don’t know where I get
11 CLXXVIII|       gotten to that; I think the wind is turning.~I have read
12 CCI     |           waiting till a literary wind arises, as it will never
13 CCLXI   |            which combining an icy wind with a burning sun, laid
14 CCLXXX  |        volcano, the mountain, the wind, the star, the cloud. What