Her breast was a brave palace, a broad street, Where all heroic, ample thoughts did meet, Where nature such a tenement had ta'en, That other souls, to hers, dwelt in 'a lane.

My breast is one whole raging pain For that which was, and now is flown Into the Blank where life is hurled Where all is not, nor is again!" FOOTNOTES: An apparently unmeaning interpolation.

The breast is mostly a roasting-piece, consisting of rib and shoulder, and is particularly good when cold.

I shall be very loath To say your eyes are twinckling Starres agen, Your lipps twin cherries and out blush the rubie, Your azure veines vye beauty with the Saphire Or that your swelling breasts are hills of Ivory, Pillowes for Jove to rest his amorous head, When my owne Conscience tells me that Bunhill Is worth a hundred on 'em, and but Higate Compar'd with 'em is Paradice.

The roads were almost impassable, and as a skillful driver and two good horses used their best efforts to take us from place to place, I felt like a thief; that ambulance ought to be at the front, and us with it, or on our knees pleading for the men whose breasts were a living wall between us and danger, between Liberty and her deadly foes.

THOAS Bear they their own guilt, or their ancestor's? IPHIGENIA The Titan's mighty breast and nervous frame Was his descendants' certain heritage; But round their brow Jove forg'd a band of brass.

As for fate, I believe that in every man's breast are the stars of his fortune, which, if he choose, he may rule as easily as does the child the mimic constellations in the orrery he plays with.

my labouring Breast Is with the mighty Weight of Love opprest: I feel the Fire possess my Heart, And pain conveyed to every Part.

His breast is the ocean, whereinto all the cares of private men empty themselves; which, as he receives without complaint and overflowing, so he sends them forth again by a wise conveyance in the streams of justice.

As a matter of fact, the loveliest breast is the virginal, which serves no use while it remains so.

(But Tumulty's breast is such a platform for the generous emotions that he does not really care whether it is true or not.

Not so, my prety boy, Ill arme the againe; My breast shall be thy quiver, my sighes thy shaffts: And heres an opportunytey to be wingd againe; Se here the wings of Fortune. Love.

"Were there, then, none in the English army," said the Lady Rowena, "whose names are worthy to be mentioned with the Knights of the Temple?" "Forgive me, lady," replied de Bois-Guilbert, "the English monarch did, indeed, bring to Palestine a host of gallant warriors, second only to those whose breasts have been the bulwark of that blessed land.

My breast is one whole raging pain For that which was, and now is flown Into the Blank where life is hurled Where all is not, nor is again!" FOOTNOTES: An apparently unmeaning interpolation.

The breast and collar of his coat were one mass of diamonds, and sparkled in the early sun with a thousand rainbow gleams.

"Be not afraid," said he, "gentle fair one, my breast is a stranger to violence and rudeness.

The breast and wings are the choice parts; the liver, which is trussed under one wing, should be divided to offer part with the other wing, the gizzard being rarely eaten; but the legs in a young fowl, and especially in a boiled fowl, are very good; the merry-thought too is a delicacy.

My breast is one whole raging pain For that which was, and now is flown Into the Blank where life is hurled Where all is not, nor is again!" FOOTNOTES: An apparently unmeaning interpolation.

My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals, The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defilèd souls, For which, as now on fire I am, to work them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.

Thy chest is marble, and thy tender breasts Are apples whose sweet scent makes well the ill.

And it is indeed a hard problem, as will be obvious if we remember that almost every human breast is the seat of an egoism which has no limits, and is usually associated with an accumulated store of hatred and malice; so that at the very start feelings of enmity largely prevail over those of friendship.

She sinks, she falls, and her fond husband's breast Is the cold pillow to that marble rest!

Mr. Bynoe was fortunate enough to procure two pigeons of a new species (Ptilinopus superbus) and of beautiful colours; the breast being dark purple, the crown of the head red, and the other parts green; besides one specimen of a bird, of the same genus as one on the Abrolhos, generally called a quail, but with this difference, that it only lays four eggs, whereas quails lay fourteen or fifteen.

BIRDS BAKED IN SWEET POTATOES.Small birds, of which the breast is the only suitable portion for eating, may be baked in the following manner: Cut a sweet potato lengthwise; make a cavity in each half.