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.
I would that with sleepy, soft embraces The sea would fold mewould find me rest In luminous shades of her secret places, In depths where her marvels are manifest; So the earth beneath her should not discover My hidden couchnor the heaven above her As a strong love shielding a weary lover, I would have her shield me with shining breast.Adam Lindsay Gordon
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.thomas gray
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffl'd, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i'the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun; Himself is his own dungeon.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
Everyone flatters himself and carries a kingdom in his breast.john calvin
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
Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand— Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another.george eliot
Make my breast Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought My heart holds.villiers, george, 2nd duke of buckingham
You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was “the scourge of God.”edward everett
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
It is the courage to make a clean breast of it in the face of every question that makes the philosopher . He must be like Sophocles ' Oedipus , who, seeking enlightenment concerning his terrible fate, pursues his indefatigable inquiry even though he divines that appalling horror awaits him in the answer. But most of us carry with us the Jocasta in our hearts, who begs Oedipus, for God's sake, not to inquire further.Arthur Schopenhauer
Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another.george eliot
I hate inconstancy I loathe, detest, Abhor, condemn, abjure the mortal made Of such quicksilver clay that in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid.lord byron
Know you why the robin's breast Gleameth of a dusky red Like the lustre mid the stars Of the potent planet Mars?
Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed, And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow.Alexander Pope
So perish all whose breast ne'er learned to glow For other's good or melt at other's woe.Alexander Pope
Make my breast Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought My heart holds.
Roses at first were white, 'Till they co'd not agree, Whether my Sappho's breast Or they more white sho'd be.Robert Herrick
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.william cullen bryant
Care that is entered once into the breast Will have the whole possession ere it rest.Ben Jonson
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.Alexander Pope
It is the courage to make a clean breast of it in the face of every question that makes the philosopher. He must be like Sophocles’ Oedipus , who, seeking enlightenment concerning his terrible fate, pursues his indefatigable inquiry even though he divines that appalling horror awaits him in the answer. But most of us carry with us the Jocasta in our hearts, who begs Oedipus, for God’s sake, not to inquire further.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.Oliver Goldsmith