The wind breathes not, and the wave
Walks softly as above a grave. [ Bailey ]
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes. [ Wordsworth ]
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
"This is my own, my native land?" [ Scott ]
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes. [ Goldsmith ]
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 over the sleeping dust.
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Into its furrows shall we all be cast.
In the sure faith, that we shall rise again
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. [ Longfellow ]
His eloquence is classic in its style,
Not brilliant with explosive coruscations
Of heterogeneous thoughts, at random caught.
And scattered like a shower of shooting stars,
That end in darkness: no; - his noble mind
Is clear, and full, and stately, and serene.
His earnest and undazzled eye he keeps
Fixed on the sun of Truth, and breathes his words
As easily as eagles cleave the air,
And never pauses till the height is won;
And all who listen follow where he leads. [ Mrs. Hale ]
'Tis now the very witching time of night
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. [ William Shakespeare ]
Who breathes must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn;
And he alone is bless'd, who never was born. [ Prior ]
The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcome. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, no life that breathes with human breath has ever truly longed for death. [ Tennyson ]
Breathes there a man, with soul so dead, who never to himself hath saith, This is my own, my native land!
[ Sir Walter Scott ]
O, it came over my ear like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odor! [ William Shakespeare ]
Learn to dispense with things, O friend, bid defiance to pain and death, and no god on Olympus breathes more freely than thou. [ Bürger ]
Scientific truth is marvellous, but moral truth is divine; and whoever breathes its air and walks by its light has found the lost paradise. [ Horace Mann ]
It is now the very witching time of night; when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, and do such business as the bitter day would quake to look on. [ William Shakespeare ]
The tending of flowers has ever appeared to me a fitting care for the young and beautiful; they then dwell, as it were, among their own emblems, and many a voice of wisdom breathes on their ear from those brief blossoms, to which they apportion the dew and the sunbeam. [ Mrs. Sigourney ]
A book becomes a mirror, with the author's face shining over it. Talent only gives an imperfect image, - the broken glimmer of a countenance. But the features of genius remain unruffled. Time guards the shadow. Beauty, the spiritual Venus, - whose children are the Tassos, the Spensers, the Bacons, - breathes the magic of her love, and fixes the face forever. [ Willmott ]
Music may be classed into natural, social, sacred, and martial; it is the twin sister of poetry, and like it has the power to sway the feelings and command the mind; in devotion it breathes the pure spirit of inspiration and love; in martial scenes it rouses the soul to fearless deeds of daring and valor, while it alleviates the cares, and enhances the innocent and cheerful enjoyments of domestic life. [ Acton ]
The first being that rushes to the recollection of a soldier or a sailor, in his heart's difficulty, is his mother; she clings to his memory and affection in the midst of all the f orgetf ulness and hardihood induced by a roving life; the last message he leaves is for her; his last whisper breathes her name. The mother, as she instills the lessons of piety and filial obligation into the heart of her infant son, should always feel that her labor is not in vain. She may drop into the grave, but she has left behind her influences that will work for her. The bow is broken, but the arrow is sped, and will do its ofiice. [ A. H. Motte ]