Now is done thy long day's work. Fold thy palms across thy breast, fold thine arms, turn to thy rest. Let them rave.
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.william congreve
High up among the branches of a mighty tree she hugged the shrieking infant to her bosom, and soon the instinct that was as dominant in this fierce female as it had been in the breast of his tender and beautiful mother — the instinct of mother love — reached out to the tiny man-child's half-formed understanding, and he became quiet.Then hunger closed the gap between them, and the son of an English lord and an English lady nursed at the breast of Kala, the great ape.Edgar Rice Burroughs
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around; And foreign constellations west Each night above his mound. Young Hodge the Drummer never knew Fresh from his Wessex home The meaning of the broad Karoo, The Bush, the dusty loam, And why uprose to nightly view Strange stars amid the gloam. Yet portion of that unknown plain Will Hodge forever be; His homely Northern breast and brain Grow to some Southern tree, And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.thomas hardy
Would that we two were lying Beneath the churchyard sod, With our limbs at rest in the green earth's breast, And our souls at home with God.Charles Kingsley
A robin red breast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage.william blake
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.thomas gray
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.john milton
He looks to me to be in heaven, that manwho sits across from you and listensnear you toyour soft speaking, your laughing lovely: that, I vow, makes the heart leap in my breast; for watching you a moment, speech fails me, my tongue is paralysed, at once a light fire runs beneath my skin, my eyes are blinded, and my ears drumming, the sweat pours down me, and Ishake all over, sallower than grass: I feel as if I'm not far off dying.Sappho 7c
A word in season spokenMay calm the troubled breast.charles jeffreys
What is the motive which operates in every man's breast to counteract the impulse towards the gratification of his wants and appetites?jean-baptiste say
For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.lord byron
Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest: Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain; And virtue sank the deeper in his breast: Such profit he by envy could obtain.howard, henry, earl of surrey
The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions.
Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh? Or studied the philosophy of tears? * * * * * Hast thou descended deep into the breast, And seen their source? If not, descend with me, And trace these briny riv'lets to their springs.Edward Young
The New World's sons from England's breast we drew Such milk as bids remember whence we came, Proud of her past wherefrom our future grew, This window we inscribe with Raleigh's fame.
The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.lord byron
Mercy is in the King's breast, but is no part of our province: and therefore your application on that head must be elsewhere.
Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Truth hath a quiet breast.
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