Windless

Ye kings of suns and stars, Dæmons and Gods, / Ætherial Dominations, who possess / Elysian, windless, fortunate abodes / Beyond Heaven’s constellated wilderness: […]

“[…] It’s for life, Miss Archer, it’s for life,” Lord Warburton repeated in the kindest, tenderest, pleasantest voice Isabel had ever heard, and looking at her with eyes charged with the light of a passion that had sifted itself clear of the baser parts of emotion—the heat, the violence, the unreason—and that burned as steadily as a lamp in a windless place.

[W]hen the wind was that way, which was often, the house was full of the stench of this sulphurous combustion of the earth’s excrement. But even on windless days the air always smelt of something under-earth: sulphur, iron, coal, or acid.

[B]eing almost windles, by running after ſenſuall pleaſures too feircely, they [the gentry] are glad (for keeping them-ſelves in breath ſo long as they can) to fal to Ferret-hunting, yͭ is to say, to take vp commodities.

Then came others one after another, windless with running, crying out and saying, that all was gone: and that every where the souldiers goods were rifled, ransacked and carried clean away.

1724, Daniel Defoe (attributed), A General History of the Pirates, London: T. Warner, 2nd edition, Chapter, pp. 114-115, […] the Boatswain immediately called to his Consorts, laid hold of the Captain, and made him fast to the Windless, and there pelted him with Glass Bottles, which cut him in a sad Manner […]

The next work is racking or tentering the cloth […] and this is performed by setting it in a frame, which we call tenters, such as are to be seen in many fields about London, wherein (it having a windless at one end) it is first strained to its length, then afterwards to its breadth and parallelism […]