Zeus, unclouded, laugheth out, Softer zephyr's wings now quiver, Buds upon the fresh twig sprout. "Poems and Ballads of Heinrich Heine" by Heinrich Heine

The air was light and warm, and the sun unclouded, as we floated slowly out to sea, and ere long the vessel bathed her swelling bows in the broad Atlantic. "Hudson Bay" by R.M. Ballantyne