Literary region

Usage examples of clime.

Might find thee in some amber clime, Where sunlight dazzles on the sail, And dreaming of our plighted vale Might seal the dream, and bless the time, With maiden kisses three.

Not in the yesterdays of that still life Which I have passed so free and far from strife, But somewhere in this weary world I know, In some strange land, beneath some orient clime, I saw or shared a martyrdom sublime, And felt a deeper grief than any later woe.

I plunged, and bared my bosom to the clime Of that cold light, whose airs too soon deform.

And all rare blossoms from every clime Grew in that garden in perfect prime.

Upon one stem, which the same beams and showers Lull or awaken in their purple prime, Which the same hand will gather--the same clime Shake with decay.

The mild changes of the season, in that lovely clime, affected it not.

Travelling from clime to clime, and beholding still Rome everywhere, he increased both his hatred of society and his passion for pleasure.

All the fierce and lurid passions which he inherited from his nation and his clime, at all times but ill concealed beneath the blandness of craft and the coldness of philosophy, were released in the breast of the Egyptian.

Is the clime of the old land younger, Where the young dreams longer are nursed?

So we shall survey other climes, other areas, and wherever we are, that is where we will be king until it pleases us to go elsewhere.

Besides, I expect that he might have hit a bit more resistance if his realm had been in sunnier climes and he was proposing relocation to somewhere in the Frozen North.

So off he went with his Journeymen to seek new climes, new challenges, new regions to engage his interest.

With the snow whirling on either side of them, it was as if Meander had brought the spirit and climes of the Frozen North along with him.

And Tia and Old King Cold were separated from the rest of their group, driven in different directions, until even the king--who had lived his entire life in the frozen climes and knew every glacier and every bit of frozen tundra as if it was his own body--even he had no idea which way was east or west, or even up or down.

And his songs shall fill all climes, And the rebels shall rise and march again Down the lines of his glorious rhymes.