The benison of hot water; furs to touch; The good smell of old clothes.Rupert Chawner Brooke: 1914 'The Great Lover'.
Here a little child I standHeaving up my either hand.Cold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat, and on us all.Robert Herrick: Noble Numbers (1648), "A Child's Grace".
God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!Old Man, Scene IV
These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since love is deathless. Pleasure now nor pride Is theirs in mortal wise, but hallowing thoughts Will meet the offering, of so little worth , Wanting the benison death has made divine.lucy larcom: Introductory poem
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: God's-Acre, st. 1 (1842)
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, God's-Acre, st. 1 (1842).
Unmuffle, ye faint stars; and thou fair Moon, That wont'st to love the traveller's benison, Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud, And disinherit Chaos.John Milton, Comus (1637), line 331.
O child! O new-born denizen Of life's great city! on thy head The glory of the morn is shed, Like a celestial benison! Here at the portal thou dost stand, And with thy little hand Thou openest the mysterious gate Into the future's undiscovered land.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, To a Child.