The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.charles dickens
Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeleine's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven.john keats
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly.Richard Lovelace
If ever Christianity appears in its power, it is when it erects its trophies upon the tomb; when it takes up its votaries where the world leaves them; and fills the breast with immortal hope in dying moments.robert hall
On thy fair bosom, silver lake,The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,And round his breast the ripples breakAs down he bears before the gale.james gates percival
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.Alexander Pope
Dry your eyes—O dry your eyes,For I was taught in ParadiseTo ease my breast of melodies.john keats
On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History , a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.Matthew Arnold
Wake in our breast the living fires, The holy faith that warmed our sires; Thy hand hath made our nation free; To die for her is serving Thee.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast.john keats
Into the breast that gives the rose, Shall I with shuddering fall?George Meredith
'Tis not her coldness, Father, that chills my labouring breast. It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.
The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much troubled breast.william shakespeare
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.
Then sought out Envy in her dark abode, Defil'd with ropy gore and clots of blood: Shut from the winds, and from the wholesome skies, In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies, Dismal and cold, where not a beam of light Invades the winter, or disturbs the night. ... She never smiles but when the wretched weep, Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep, Restless in spite: while watchful to destroy, She pines and sickens at another's joy; Foe to her self, distressing and distrest, She bears her own tormentor in her breast.ovid
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
I lie amid the Goldenrod, I love to see it lean and nod; I love to feel the grassy sod Whose kindly breast will hold me last, Whose patient arms will fold me fast! Fold me from sunshine and from song, Fold me from sorrow and from wrong: Through gleaming gates of Goldenrod I'll pass into the rest of God.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.charles wolfe
Apollo at Delphi, through the oracular utterance of his priestess, pronounced Socrates the wisest of men. Of him it is related that he said with sagacity and great learning that the human breast should have been furnished with open windows, so that men might not keep their feelings concealed, but have them open to the view. Oh that nature, following his idea, had constructed them thus unfolded and obvious to the view.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown, And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.lord byron
The strongest passions, and most dangerous weaknesses of the human breast; ambition , avarice , vanity , the honorable or venial love of fame, are all in conspiracy against the desire and duty of peace.
And the South Wind he was dressed With a ribbon round his breast That floated, flapped, and fluttered In a riotous unrest And a drapery of mist From the shoulder to the wrist Floating backward with the motion Of the waving hand he kissed.james whitcomb riley