The gale hath blown itself to rest, The sun turns all to gold, Once more the crystal mountain-sides A waveless plain enfold;

The bark needs a gale o' wind to make any headway.

The two seamen kept looking up at the heavens, and then over their shoulders at the land, and I feared every moment that they would put back before the gale burst.

This is the fourth day of gale; if one reflects on the quantity of transported air (nearly 4,000 miles) one gets a conception of the transference which such a gale effects and must conclude that potentially warm upper currents are pouring into our polar area from more temperate sources.

The puffs, however, began to come gale-fashion, and I foresaw we should get it presently in a style that would require good looking to.

When from his golden urn the Solstice pours O'er Afric's sable sons the sultry hours; When not a gale flits o'er her tawny hills, Save where the dry Harmattan breathes and kills;

Wind has come from a clear sky and from a clouded one; we had a small blow on Tuesday but it never reached gale force; it came without warning, and every sign which we have regarded as a warning has proved a bogey.

As there seemed no prospect of the gale moderating, everything was made as snug as time would allow, and, putting his crew into the boats, Cook made for Sheerness.

All the rest of that day, and till dawn the next, did the gale rage; but as the short night passed, the wind sank, and by midday it was but a breeze.

It will be some time before the gale strikes here.

Speaksthe maddened storms increase Speaks againand all is peace. 'Tis her breath's propitious gale Swells the weather-beaten sail, Wafts the crew from Britain o'er, Unto India's spicy shore.

Concealment, however, was no longer possible, and our young master came out as active as circumstances required, foremost in every exertion, and issuing his orders amid the gale trumpet-tongued.

Then came the descent, fraught with more danger still; for the gale bore down upon them so relentlessly that all resistance was useless, and the dogs lay flat and were swept along with the sled; while "Scotty" stood clinging to the brake, and dragging one spiked foot behind in the desperate attempt to act as a human anchor.

Hark to them now Fluting like woodlarks, tender and low Cool rustling leavestinkling waters Sheepbells over the lea In their silver plumes Eden-gales whisper In their hands Eden-liliesnot for menot for me No crown for the poor fond bride!

"How is it, then, that your schooner prepares to sail?" "Oh, wind's backed in; we'll be on blue water before the gale breaks, I reckon, and then beat off where there's plenty of sea-room.