SIGH.
To love,
It is to be all made of sighs and tears.
As You Like It, Act V. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
The world was sad.—the garden was a wild;
And Man, the hermit, sighed—till Woman smiled.
Pleasures of Hope, Pt. I. T. CAMPBELL.
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee.
To Laura in Death. PETRARCH.
Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends you are
That do not leave your left friend at the wurst,
But, as you with my breast I oft have nurst,
So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.
Sighes. SIR PH. SIDNEY.
Sighs
Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance,
Stole from her sister Sorrow.
The Gardener's Daughter. A. TENNYSON.