We have a wretched motley crew, in the fleet; the marines the refuse of every regiment, and the seamen, few of them, ever wet with salt water.
His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Here's the lily, here the roseHer full chalice shall disclose;Here's narcissus wet with dew,Windflower and the violet blue.Wear the garland I have made;Crowned with it, put pride away;For the wreath that blooms must fade;Thou thyself must fade some day, Rhodocleia.maurice baring
Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.james montgomery
You find him disgusting with his thick mouth and ugly body and wet appealing eyes. You think he's disgusting and you're afraid.ingmar bergman
If all those people are getting wet to welcome me, surely the least I can do is get wet too!yuri gagarin
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little, shamrock of Ireland!andrew cherry
Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn secured are; To save from finger wet the letters fair.william shenstone
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves; the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bells of miskodeed.bayard taylor
The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn.
Steel prices cause inflation like wet sidewalks cause rain.Roger Blough
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast.Allan Cunningham
A little peach in an orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew It grew.Eugene Field