"Brede" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... My father stooped, re-fathered o'er my wounds. So those two foes above my fallen life, With brow to brow like night and evening mixt Their dark and gray, while Psyche ever stole A little nearer, till the babe that by us, Half-lapt in glowing gauze and golden brede, Lay like a new-fallen meteor on the grass, Uncared for, spied its mother and began A blind and babbling laughter, and to dance Its body, and reach its fatling innocent arms And lazy lingering fingers. She the appeal Brooked ...
— The Princess • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... every torchbearer, And the stone faces kindle in the glow, And into the blank eyes the irids grow, And through the dawning irids ambushed meanings show. Illumined this wise on, He threads securely the far intricacies, With brede from Heaven's wrought vesture overstrewn; Swift Tellus' purfled tunic, girt upon With the blown chlamys of her fluttering seas; And the freaked kirtle of the pearled moon: Until he gain the structure's core, where stands - A toil of magic hands ...
— Sister Songs • Francis Thompson
... ten dreamy days of old, When Heaven, for some divine offence, Smote Florence with the pestilence; And in that garden's odorous shade, The dames of the Decameron, With each a loyal lover, strayed, To laugh and sing, at sorest need, To lie in the lilies in the sun With glint of plume and silver brede! And while she whispered in my ear, The pleasant Arno murmured near, The dewy, slim chameleons run Through twenty colors in the sun; The breezes broke the fountain's glass, And woke aeolian melodies, And shook from out the scented ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866 • Various
... Your father is ded thise foreteen yeres. I promissed him as he lay a dyeing yt wou'd doe some thing for you. You have nott desarv'd itt, but I am sory to here of your troble. If you will sende youre childe to mee, I will doe so mutch for yow as too brede her upp with my granedor Roda, yowr sistar Catterin's child. I wou'd not have yow mistak my meaneing, wch is nott that shee shou'd be plac'd on a levell with her cosin, for Roada is a jantlewoman, and yt is moar than she can say. But to be Rodes wating mayd, and serve ...
— The Maidens' Lodge - None of Self and All of Thee, (In the Reign of Queen Anne) • Emily Sarah Holt |
