I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life, The hymn of the wounded, the beaten who died overwhelmed in the strife; Not the jubilant song of the victors for whom the resounding acclaim Of nations was lifted in chorus whose brows wore the chaplet of fame, But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.Robert Burns
For when thy folding-star arising showsHis paly circlet, at his warning lampThe fragrant hours, and elvesWho slept in buds the day,And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedgeAnd sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,The pensive pleasures sweetPrepare thy shadowy car.william collins
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.Michael Drayton
First, sturdy March with brows full sternly bent, And arme' d strongly, rode upon a ram, The same which over Hellespontus swam: Yet in his hand a spade he also hent, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on the earth he strowe' d as he went, And filled her womb with fruitful hope of nourishment.Edmund Spenser
A solemn gladness even crowned The purple brows of Olivet.Tennyson
A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay,A cap by night — a stocking all the day!Oliver Goldsmith
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughs Laden with blossoms; round thy feet the bright Green waves, like grass, ran rippling, strewn with white Star-fragments of rent petals: wasted vows, And ruined prayers I thought them, such as house In hearts that love and are not loved aright.john evelyn barlas
I marvel’d how Man, by his GOD-sent wit, Thus tam’d the salamander Element And loos’d the Metal in the mountain pent To make us Saws, and Shears, and useful Plows, Swords for our hands, and Helmets for our brows, The surgeon’s Scalpel, vehicle of Health, And all our humble Tools for gaining wealth . . . :;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:; ”De Arte Munificente,” Seventeenth centuryjohn brunner
If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old.james a. garfield
If all hearts were open and all desires known as they would be if people showed their souls how many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!thomas hardy
Black brows they say Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen.william shakespeare
I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears.william shakespeare
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughs Laden with blossoms; round thy feet the bright Green waves, like grass, ran rippling, strewn with white Star-fragments of rent petals: wasted vows, And ruined prayers I thought them, such as house In hearts that love and are not loved aright.
Grave is the Master's look; his forehead wears Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares: Uneasy lies the heads of all that rule, His worst of all whose kingdom is a school. Supreme he sits; before the awful frown That binds his brows the boldest eye goes down; Not more submissive Israel heard and saw At Sinai's foot the Giver of the Law.Holmes, Sr., Oliver Wendell
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs Were twisted gracefu' round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken.Robert Burns
The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.
The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.ovid
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night, a stocking all the day.