See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
A world made to be lost, —A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.william morris
Fain would I Raphael's godlike art rehearse, And show th' immortal labours in my verse, Where from themingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with life his blended colours glow. From theme to theme with secret pleasure tost, Amidst the soft variety I 'm lost: Here pleasing airs my ravish'd soul confound With circling notes and labyrinths of sound; Here domes and temples rise in distant views, And opening palaces invite my Muse.joseph addison
Aussi tost vient à Pasques limaçon.Eustache Deschamps
The smallest effort is not lost, Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow; Each struggle lessens human woe.charles mackay
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast; And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tost.felicia hemans
Arms and the Man I sing, the first who bore His course to Latium from the Trojan shore; By fate expell'd, on land and ocean tost, Before he reach'd the fair Lavinian coast: Doom'd by the Gods a length of wars to wage, And urg'd by Juno's unrelenting rage; Ere the brave hero rais'd, in these abodes, His destin'd walls, and fix'd his wand'ring gods. Hence the fam'd Latian line, and senates come, And the proud triumphs, and the tow'rs of Rome.
I dropped my pen; and listened to the wind That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost; A midnight harmony and wholly lost To the general sense of men by chains confined Of business, care, or pleasure, or resigned To timely sleep.