We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as… — Homer Copy Share Image
