They here respire a peculiar atmosphere, and live in habitations constructed of the choicest submarine productions.
"A Philological Essay Concerning the Pygmies of the Ancients"
Edward Tyson
No fruit of theirs, but fruit of my desire, For her love's sake whose lips through mine respire; Her eyelids on her eyes like flower on flower, Mine eyelids on mine eyes like fire on fire.
"Poems & Ballads (First Series)"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Out of sight And out of love, beyond the reach of hands, Changed in the changing of the dark and light, They walk and weep about the barren lands Where no seed is nor any garner stands, Where in short breaths the doubtful days respire, And time's turned glass lets through the sighing sands; This is the end of every man's desire.
"Poems & Ballads (First Series)"
Algernon Charles Swinburne