He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows.
He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows.
Now we suffer the evils of a long peace luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.
Its home
The voiceless lightning in these solitudes
Keeps innocently, and like vapor broods
Over the snow.
The happiest, sweetest, tenderest homes are not those where there has been no sorrow, but those which have been overshadowed with grief, and where Christ's comfort was accepted. The very memory of the sorrow is a gentle benediction that broods ever over the household, like the silence that comes after prayer. There is a blessing sent from God in every burden of sorrow.
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
An enthusiast broods over the oppression of a people till he fancies himself commissioned by Heaven to liberate them. He ventures the attempt, which ends in little else than his own execution.
With him the lily shared
The vital joy that breathes itself in bloom;
And every bird that sang beside the nest
Told of the love that broods o'er every living thing.
Every man is occasionally visited by the suspicion that the planet on which he is riding is not really going anywhere that the Force which controls its measured eccentricities hasn't got anything special in mind. If he broods on this somber theme long enough he gets the doleful idea that the laughing children on a merry-go-round or the thin, fine hands of a lady's watch are revolving more purposely than he is.
And where life lay asleep broods darkly death.
Go to the good heart that is my husband,
Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love: --
Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him,
Wrought out my destiny -- that through the flesh
I won spirit, and through spirit, peace.
So long as casual labor broods in squalid lairs, in sunless streets, and ugly dwellings are its only habitation, we shall continue to turn out nervous manikins instead of enduring men.
Your face broods from my table, Suicide.
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