soughs

The word sough, now pronounced suff, was formerly called sow; whence the iron fused and received into a sough acquired the name of sowmetal; and that received into less soughs from the former one obtained the name of pigs of iron or of lead; from the pull on the word sough, into sow and pigs.

Note XV 1803

There is a lull, a long breathless lull, before it soughs up again.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 28, February, 1860 Various

The miner of the Middle Ages made many soughs to drain away the water from the mines, and we saw more of the tunnels that had been made to draw air to the furnaces when wood was used for smelting the lead.

From John O'Groats to Land's End Robert Naylor

Loud the water soughs and gurgles ’mid the rocks below the wall,

In a Southern Garden 1918

It dares measure itself with the terrestrial forces, exults in the fire, soughs through the forest with the thunderstorm, glitters and surges with the river, spans mountains with the rainbow bridge.

Musical Portraits Interpretations of Twenty Modern Composers Paul Rosenfeld 1918

They rode in silence for long, the gentle evening breeze blowing in soughs.

Bucky O'Connor William MacLeod Raine 1912

And was that not really what had always been said by man -- that we knew nothing, but were just blown over and about the world like soughs of wind, in obedience to some immortal, unknowable coherence!

The Freelands John Galsworthy 1900

And was that not really what had always been said by man -- that we knew nothing, but were just blown over and about the world like soughs of wind, in obedience to some immortal, unknowable coherence!

Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works John Galsworthy 1900

While the brook babbles, babbles, and the shadows of the boughs dapple in the sunshine around me, and the cool west by-nor’-west wind faintly soughs in the thick bushes and tree tops.

Three of Us. Specimen Days 1892

Merely a wanton whir still pulses in the breeze, a wave of weird voluptuousness, like the sensuous breath of unblest love, still soughs above the spot where impious charms had shed their raptures and over which the night now broods once more.

A Book of Operas Their Histories, Their Plots, and Their Music Henry Edward Krehbiel 1888