“For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.”
“Let the words of my mouth and themeditation of my heart be acceptablein your sight, myredeemer.”
“I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things”
“My heart will not beat again until my sight rests upon your emerald eyes,” he whispered into my ear.”
“Mothman flew away from town, like a giant bat, and then disappeared from sight behind a thicket of skeletal autumn trees.”
“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”