I have seen a medicine.

In my youth’s summer i did sing of one, the wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;

She said that if her cheeks were flowers, the moisture his breath left on them would make them grow better than any rain could.

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Breathe life into a stone.

Webshe breathed in his breath, saying it smelled heavenly and felt delightful.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what i assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to.

Webwhere’er the surge may sweep, the tempest’s breath prevail.

Sweet roses do not so;

The poem celebrates the 1594 wedding of spenser and.

Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

Web‘song of myself’ by walt whitman.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

That's able to breathe life into a stone, quicken a rock, and make you.

Webwhen summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea.

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But, for their virtue only is their show, they live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade;

My hasting days fly on with full career, but my late spring no.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, and summer's lease hath all.

These four lines appear in the sixth stanza of edmund spenser's epithalamion.