Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame, The fire of love supplies:;; While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise. True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear:;; The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.Matthew Prior
Sooneror latereveryone of us breathes anatomthat has been breathed before by anyone you can think of who has lived before usMichelangelo or George Washington or Moses.jacob bronowski
What isitthat breathes fire intothe equations and makes a universe for them to describe? Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?
But think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing? I tell thee, Faustus, it is not half so fair As thou, or any man that breathes on earth.Christopher Marlowe
L'adulte' re introduit l'esprit dans la lettre quebien souvent le mariage e u" t laisse e morte. Adultery breathes new life into marriages which have been left for dead.Marcel Proust
The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living beings breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.william beebe
The spirit of true religion breathes gentleness and affability; it gives a native, unaffected ease to the behavior; it is social, kind, cheerful; far removed from the cloudy and illiberal disposition which clouds the brow, sharpens the temper, and dejects the spirit.blair hugh
To stare into the after-light, the glitter left on the lake's surface,When the sun has fallen behind a wooded island;To follow the drips sliding from a lifted oarHeld up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward;To know that light falls and fills, often without our knowing.theodore roethke
Still as the holy of holies breathes the vastWithin its crystal depths the stars grow dim;Fire on the altar of the hills at lastBurns on the shadowy rim.Moments that holds all moments; white uponThe verge it trembles; then like mists of flowersBreak from the fairy fountain of the dawnThe hues of many hours.george william russell
Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar; An organ breathes in every grove; And the full heart's a Psalter, Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love.thomas hood
"Farewell!" For in that word that fatal word howe'er We promise hope believe there breathes despair.lord byron
The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every man is free who breathes it.
The very name "fraternity" breathes friendship and communion of souls and I am very proud of my membership in Kappa Kappa Psi. ... We, as I have repeated before, must look in the future for talent from the college and high school bands and surely a great many excellent players will no doubt grow out of the instruction received by bright American college men.
Where scattered wild the Lily of the Vale Its balmy essence breathes.james thomson
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.John Boyle oReilly
And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.william wordsworth
'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and Hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.william shakespeare
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Farewell! For in that word that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.lord byron
The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers Seem full of welcomes.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.Oliver Goldsmith
Judge not that ye be not judged; we carried the torch to the goal. The goal is won: guard the fire: it is yours: but remember our soul breathes through the life that we saved, when our lives went out in the night: Your body is woven of ours: see that the torch is alight.
breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand!walter scott