And oh, his brow was wan!

Here, for a while, the hermit Ambrose stayed his tale, and Beltane saw his brow was moist and that his thin hands clenched and wrung each other.

His white face twitched strangely and his brow was clammy.

His brow was a countless mass of ever-varying wrinkles, which gave to his sly visage an aspect of humorous anxiety that was highly divertingand all the more diverting when you came to know that the man had not a spark of anxiety in his composition, though he often said he had.

Yet his | brow is | always | thoughtful, | and his | eye is | hard and | stern; Slavery's | last and | humblest | lesson |

[A]Published 1842 Too frail to keep the lofty vow That must have followed when his brow Was wreathed"The Vision" [B] tells us how With holly spray, He faultered, drifted to and fro, 5 And passed away.

The noble brow, the well-formed and active limbs, the firm and yet light step; above all, the total absence of any thing resembling the consciousness of personal beauty, and the open and candid look, which seemed desirous of knowing nothing that was hidden, and conscious that she herself had nothing to hide, were traits not unworthy of the goddess of wisdom and of chastity.

JOHN ANDEKSON, MY JO John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent:

The ample brow, too smooth for guile; The careless, fearless, open smile; The shaded and yet arching eye, At once reflective, kind, and shy; The undesigning, dauntless look, Became to me a living book.

His brow was blackhis eyes red and glaring.

A, B and D] brows be girt.

The round brow, fully developed in all the perceptive and aesthetic regions,the keen eye, shadowed by long, dark lashes,the thin, flexible lips,the sunken cheek, where, on the slightest emotion, there fluttered a brilliant flush of color,all were signs telling of the enthusiast in whom the nervous and spiritual predominated over the animal.

A while stood Beltane in that dark defile, the which, untouched as jet by the sun's level beams, struck dank and chill, a place of gloom and awful silenceso stood he, glancing from one still form to another, twice he knelt to look more closely on the dead and each time he rose thereafter, his brow was blacker and he shivered, despite his mantle.