What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The King's son, who was told that a great princess, whom nobody knew, was come, ran out to receive her. He gave her his hand as she alighted from the coach, and led her into the hall where the company were assembled.
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
After a hundred years the son of the King then reigning, who was of another family from that of the sleeping Princess, was a-hunting on that side of the country, and he asked what those towers were which he saw in the middle of a great thick wood.
It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.
A king is a thing men have made for their own sakes, for quietness sake. Just as in a family one man is appointed to buy the meat.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.
The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
Every wall is a door.