“The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along, And the forest is lull'd by the dreamy strain, And slumber sinks down on the wandering main, And its crystal arms are folded in rest, And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.” SometimesSongLanguageGrowsSoundSleepSweetWindArmsLowsAll ThingsCalmForestsShipsWanderBreastsTallStrainFloatsCrystalsSoothingSlumberDreamyLullsTall Ships Author:Letitia Elizabeth Landon
“Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound.” HeartMayCareFoundSoundSweetMy HeartSacredMortalsBreastsTunesSolemnHarps Book:An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts Source: An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts
“All the times, all the very many times, I had been forced to thwart and stifle my own nature seemed to gather together then, in that hot and dismal corridor. I heard a rushing sound in my head and felt a pressure in my breast, like floodwaters rising behind a flimsy dike. Before I knew I did it, the soup bowl was rising in my hand as if elevated by some supernatural force. Then, its yellow-gray contents were running down the nurse's pudgy face.” IfsHandsRunningTogetherFacesForceFeltSoundMy OwnBehindsHeardPressureHotRisingBreastsGrayYellowNurseBowlsSoupRushingCorridorsSupernatural Forces Book:March Source: March