Though the wind tears away the leaves from the tenderest rose, your bosom is still a winter rose which defies all storms.

In whose bosom might be the ultimate decision,whether in that of the Secretary, or the judge, or of some experienced clerk in the Secretary's office,it was manifest that the facts which had now been proven to the world at large for many days, had none of the effects on that bosom which they had on his own.

Besides, Mr. Westcott was a nice-spoken man, and dressed very well, his shirt-bosom was the finest in Metropolisville, and he had a nice hat and wore lavender gloves on Sundays.

My bosom is but a grave, My breast a voiceless choir Speak not to the echoless cave, Touch not the broken lyre!

There is a spell upon her nowa halo of joy; and she only knows that a strong arm is around her, and a voice is in her ear, whispering that the bosom on which her weary head is pillowed shall be her resting place forever.

Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.

In other words,a man reaches the true welfare of a human soul only when his bosom is a generative centre and source of noble principles; and therefore, in pure, wise kindness to man, the world is so arranged that there shall be perpetual need of this access and reinforcement of principle.

As for women, as for the mistresses of our hearts, who has not learnt that the links of passion are fragile as they are glittering; and that the bosom on which we have reposed with idolatry all our secret sorrows and sanguine hopes, eventually becomes the very heart that exults in our misery and baffles our welfare?

Her bosom is the prettiest in Florence; the lining of her robe over her right arm has such green and blue and gold as never were seen elsewhere; her golden sandals are delicate as gossamer.

whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied!

O canst thou not remember the days of long ago, when my now despisèd beauty was a joy to thee, and my hair a very net to snare thy willing soul, and my eyes were more to thee than any diamonds, and these two arms were thy prison and thy chain, and this agitated bosom was thy pillow on which I lulled thee to slumber with the music of this very voice.

His bosom is his friend's closet, where he may safely lay up his complaints, his doubts, his cares; and look how he leaves, so he finds them; save for some addition of seasonable counsel for redress.