Who hath beheld decline upon my brow, Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak; But in this page a record will I seek.
— from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
"And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now I shrink from what is suffered; let him speak Who hath beheld decline upon my brow, Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak
— from Bentley's Miscellany, Volume I by Various
I was there, I think, three or four days in that field to myself, and I think it was the second day, aboute eleven o'clock, I stood in the field and leaned upon my hoe, and could not tell whether I should drop down under my burthen or stand any longer, the sun allmoste over my head, the wind very little, and took hardely anything to sustain nature.
— from The Autobiography of a Cornish Smuggler (Captain Harry Carter, of Prussia Cove) 1749-1809 by Harry Carter
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