The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death, Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)

While the wanton Zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings. (Quote by - John Dyer)

Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky. (Quote by - Catullus)

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. (Quote by - Thomas Gray)

Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)

Let Zephyr only breathe And with her tresses play. (Quote by - William Drummond (1))

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)

The best quality tea must have creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like a fine earth newly. (Quote by - Lu Yu the Sage of Tea)

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,/ Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart / Only to meet again more close. (Quote by - John Keats)

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. (Quote by - Thomas Hood)

And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)

And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds. - John Keats. (Quote by - John Keats)

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom. (Quote by - George Gordon Noel Byron)