I like the heat the tenderness the edible the lusciousness the song of a single person the bathtub full of water to bathe myself beneath the water.. ..I like the wheatfields the plough the apricots those flirts of the sun. But bread above all. (1942):
arshile gorkyLove and grief our hearts dividing, With our tears His feet we bathe; Constant still, in faith abiding, Life deriving from His death.
james allenThose who bathe at Ganga at least once in its pure water are protected from thousands of dangers forever and get rid of sins of generations and are purified immediately.
BrahmanandpuranamWhen Ganga was brought to Haridwar, then all the Gods asked: ’We wash all sins, but who will wash us?’ Ganga said this to Lord Vishnu: ’Lord Vishnu Bhagwan, tell us, what should we do?’ Then the Lord said: ‘As many sadhus and saints are living in this world, every time they will bathe in Ganga, all your sins will be washed away [automatically].
He has ears he likes to bathe in sound.
John Mason BrownSince your legs, Phœbus, resemble the horns of the moon, you might bathe your feet in a cornucopia.
Whether you bathe in the Ganga for a thousand years or live on vegetable food for a like period, unless it helps towards the manifestation of the Self , know that it is all of no use
One sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams.
john miltonThe snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Robert BurnsAnyone who cannot cope with mathematics is not fully human. At best he is a tolerable sub-human who has learned to wear shoes, bathe, and not make messes in the house.
What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light! He looked Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay Beneath him:Far and wide the clouds were touched, And in their silent faces he could read Unutterable love.
william wordsworthWhile Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.
william collins