So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry, From the wet field, through the vext garden trees, Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze: 'The bloom isgone, and with the bloom go I.'

-Arnold, Matthew
  New Poems,'Thyrsis', l.57^60.

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

-Bronte«  , Anne
  'Line Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and  Acton Bell.

   Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain, Till, burst at length, each wat'ry head o'er flows,

-Rochdale
  Of Scotland and the Scots.'The Curse of Minerva', l.139^42.

When the oak-tree is fallen, the whole forest echoes with it; but a hundred acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.

-Carlyle,Thomas
  Critical and Miscellaneous Essays,'History'.

Jolly boating weather And a hay-harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees; Swing, swing together, With your body between your knees.

-Cory,William originally  WilliamJohnson
  'Eton Boat Song'.

At the same moment a peculiar fragrance was borne upon the breeze, as if a passing fairy had hiccuped, and had previously been to a wine vaults.

-Dickens, CharlesJohn Huffam
^4  On Mrs Gamp's entering a room. Martin Chuzzlewit, ch.25.

   By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard around the world.

-Emerson, RalphWaldo
  'Concord Hymn', opening lines. This poem was sung on 4  Jul1837 at the dedication of the monument commemorating the battle of19  Apr1775.

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.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  Quentin Durward, ch.4.

And round thee with the breeze of song To stir a little dust of praise.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 75, l.11^12.

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; Maud And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

-Tennyson
  Maud, pt.1, sect.22, stanza1, l.850^9.

Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, Avisitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.

-Wordsworth,William
^1805  The Prelude, bk.1, l.1^9 (published1850).

I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.

-Wordsworth,William
^1805  The Prelude, bk.1, l.33^8 (published1850).

I wandered lonelyas a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

-Wordsworth,William
  'I wandered lonely as a cloud', stanza1 (published1807).

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

-Wordsworth,William
  'At Bologna, In Remembrance of the Late Insurrections: Continued', l.12^14 (published1842).