I heard it as clearly as I hear myself speak; a long, soft, weary sigh, as if drawn to the utmost, and emptying out a load of sadness that filled the breast.

I am rending the air and beating my breast on account of your obstinate preference for being always in the right.

May 'the curse of Cain light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast,' and scared away its angel soul!

When he got back with the Colonel and the whiskey, O'Flynn floundering in the distance, Potts was feebly striking his breast with his arms, and Mac still bent above the motionless little body.

At thought of all thy cruelty A stricken slave I pine; My heart is burning since it touched That frozen breast of thine.

France can renew her spirit and save her body if her experts in science, if her poets and artists are sent back to her, and our less great bare their breasts to the Huns.

But the viper, made bolder and more obdurate by that very favor, laid his hideous mouth on the wound he had given me, and after a long space, and after it had drunk much of my blood, methought that, despite my resistance, it drew forth my soul; and then, leaving my breast, departed with it.

The dust and sun is life and fun; The hot and sultry weather A higher zest gives every breast, Thus jumbled all together.

Nevertheless, the little mouthful of meat that swells out the breasts of some song-birds is too often the cause of their death.

After trussing, some cooks cover the breast with vine-leaves and slices of bacon, and then roast them.

He smote upon his breast, repeating the words: "Tribe of Fazarah, to arms, to arms, to arms!" and all the disaffected came to Hadifah once more, begging him to declare war on the Absians, and to take vengeance on them.

Frederica laughed at my ignorance, and then she told me, when the play began, the green curtain would draw up to the sound of soft music, and I should hear a lady dressed in black say, "Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast:" and those were the very first words the actress, whose name was Almeria, spoke.

That's she in the middle; stand looking on her languishingly, your head a little on one side,so,fold your Arms,good,now and then heave your breast with a sigh,most excellent.

Old and deformed women they gave for daily sustenance to their cannibals: The young and beautiful they devoured hot, but smothered them shrieking and lamenting under their forced and unnatural ravishments; and cutting off the breasts of tender virgins to present as dainties to their leaders, they fed themselves upon their bodies.

Then kneel'd the hoary Seer, to heaven address'd His fiery eyes, and smote his sounding breast; "Bless ye the Lord!"

How little thought he, whilst the task he prest, A purer spirit warmed the stripling's breast, Whose opening soul, by kingly pride inspired, Disdained the toil a menial slave required; The royal branch on high its foliage flung, And showed the lofty stem from which it sprung.

TO A DOVE The Dove to ease an aching breast, In piteous murmurs vents her cares; Like me she sorrows, for opprest, Like me, a load of grief she bears.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

No marvel; for when I beheld my fingers, I saw my fingers were transform'd to glass; Opening my breast, my breast was like a window, Through which I plainly did perceive my heart: In whose two concaves I discern'd my thoughts Confus'dly lodged in great multitudes.

Whose mansion heaven, yet lay within a manger; Who gave all food, yet sucked a virgin's breast; Who could have killed, yet fled a threatening danger; Who sought all quiet by his own unrest; Who died for them that highly did offend him, And lives for them that cannot comprehend him.

From thee rise myriad passions, that stir the human breast, To thee at last, when all is o'er, they sink to find their rest.

Tired with the walk, she laid her down to rest, And to the winds exposed her glowing breast, To take the freshness of the morning-air, And gather'd in a knot her flowing hair; While thus she rested, on her arm reclined, The hoary willows waving with the wind, And feather'd choirs that warbled in the shade, And purling streams that through the meadow stray'd, 10 In drowsy murmurs lull'd the gentle maid.

Propped up by two pillows, she laughingly offered her breast to the child, who was already protruding his lips and groping with his hands.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, Wound the callous breast, Make self righteousness be still, Break earth's stupid rest; Strangers on a barren shore Lab'ring long and lone

She did not speak; but Beaufort saw that powerful feelings were agitating her breast, and strove to laugh away what he termed her foolish fears.