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Tag Name "Sighing" (40)

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Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.
Lord Byron
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Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
Brian Jacques
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Sighing, she shut the book with a snap. “All right. You need to vent, so I’ll listen to you vent. But do it quickly, because Rydstorm was about to plunder Sabine with his thick, hard—
Gena Showalter
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Whether you find it through mediation or sighing over tea or just turning all your devices off for five minutes, listening is an ancient lifeline by which we are awakened time and again. Once reawakened, we more easily find our way to each other, and so help each other live.
Mark Nepo
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Warning signs that lover is bored: 1. Passionless kisses 2. Frequent sighing 3. Moved, left no forwarding address.
Matt Groening
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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
Petrarch
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Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Robert Burns
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. Housman
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The Autumn is old The sere leaves are flying He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying- Old age, begin sighing!
Thomas Hood
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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
Torquato Tasso
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Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become dim and shriveled somehow at my very core if I am away from the sea too long. When I return to it I seem to fill up and overflow with it, soaking in the vast, sighing wetness of it like a parched vine in a long, soft spring rain.
Anne Rivers Siddons
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But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
William Blake
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Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying That's where the West begins.
Arthur Chapman
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Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
William Shakespeare
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I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering.
Arthur Symons
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And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
Christina Rossetti
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Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Artists will sometimes speak of Rome with disparagement or indifference while it is before them but no artist ewer lived in Rome and then left it, without sighing to return.
George Stillman Hillard
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What are you up to?” “Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied. “That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.” We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. “What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.
J. Lynn
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From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
John Milton
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Ah! the year is slowly dying, And the wind in tree-top sighing, Chant his requiem. Thick and fast the leaves are falling, High in air wild birds are calling, Nature's solemn hymn.
Mary Weston Fordham
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It's all a farce, - these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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