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“And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.”

Light Night Prayer Air Pure Fairs Breaths Pale Fragrance Lilies Sanctify

Book:Friar Anselmo: And Other Poems

Source: Friar Anselmo: And Other Poems

“When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down; O, then what joy to walk at will, Upon the golden harvest-hill!”

Joy White Walks Fairs Breaths Golden Hills Dry Brown Autumn Idle Harvest Floating Breeze Pastures Thistles

Author:Mary Howitt

“Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair; The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The twopenny post's in despair; The breath of the morning is flinging A magic on blossom and spray, And cockneys and sparrows are singing In chorus on Valentine's day.”

School Morning Magic Despair Singing Fairs Breaths Witty Posts Valentine Valentine's Day Apollo Chorus Spray Sparrows Shutters Belle Cockneys

Author:Winthrop Mackworth Praed

“Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.”

Knows Earth Young Hours Youth Flower Fairs Breaths Graves Remembrance Joyous Bland Young Life

Author:Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington

“Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.”

May Heaven Wish Air Wind Months Lovers Fairs Sick Breaths Passing Passings Passages Unseen Velvet Wanton Death Wish

Book:Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life

Source: Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life

“Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!”

“Be generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity, Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. Be a lamp unto those who walk in darkness, and a home to the stranger. Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring. Be a breath of life to the body of humankind, a dew to the soil of the human heart, and a fruit upon the tree of humility.”

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever---or else swoon in death.”

“Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.”

Wind Flower Waste Fairs Breaths Rose Lips Purple Dew Frost Her Beauty Narcissus

Book:The poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Johnson

Source: The poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Johnson