And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure, Didst tread on Earth unguessed at.öBetter so! All pains the immortal spirit must endure, All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow, Find their sole speech in that victorious brow. Arnold

-Arnold, Matthew
  The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems,'Shakespeare'.

Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun that now From ancient melody have ceased.

-Blake,William
  Poetical Sketches,'To The Muses'.

Like a god going thro' his world there stands One mountain, for a moment in the dusk, Whole brotherhoods of cedars on its brow

-Browning, Robert
Pippa Passes, pt.2.

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. Burns

-Burns, Robert
  'John  Anderson my  Jo', stanza1. 1788  'Auld Lang Syne', stanza1. This is the most familiar version of an older, traditional song, reworked by Burns.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

-Rochdale
^18  Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 2, stanza 98.

I hope to meet my Maker brow to brow And find my own the higher.

-Cornford, Frances ne¤  e Darwin
  'Epitaph for a Reviewer'.

A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag, A runnable stag, a kingly crop, Brow, bay and trayand three on top, A stag, a runnable stag.

-Davidson,John
  Holiday and Other Poems,'A Runnable Stag', stanza1.

   How unpleasant to meet Mr Eliot! With his features of clerical cut, And his brow so grim And his mouth so prim.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  'Five-Finger Exercises'.

I am proud that I am an Australian, a daughter of the Southern Cross, a child of the mighty bush. I am thankful I am a peasant, a part of the bone and muscle of my nation, and earn my bread by the sweat of my brow, as man was meant to do. I rejoice I was not born a parasite, one of the blood-suckers who loll on velvet and satin, crushed from the proceeds of human sweat and blood and souls.

-of Bin Bin
My Brilliant Career, ch.38.

It was the lovely moonöshe lifted Slowly her white brow among Bronze cloud-waves that ebbed and drifted Faintly, faintlier afar.

-Freeman,John
  'It  Was the Lovely Moon'.

O'er the rugged mountain's brow Clara threw the twins she nursed, And remarked,'I wonder now Which will reach the bottom first?'

-Graham, Harry
  Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes,'Calculating Clara'.

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his painted heart Made purple riot.

-Keats,John
  Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St.  Agnes and Other Poems,'The Eve of St.  Agnes', stanza16.

The mere animal pleasure of travelling in a wild unexplored country is also great† The effect of travel ona manwhoseheart isintheright place isthatthemind is made more self-reliant: it becomes more confident of its own resourcesöthere isgreater presence of mind† The sweat of one's brow is no longer a curse when one works for God: it proves a tonic to the system, and actually a blessing. No one can trulyappreciate the charm of repose unless he has undergone severe exertion.

-Livingstone, Dr David
Collected in H  Waller (ed)  The Last  Journals of David Livingstone in Central  Africa; continued by a narrative of his last moments and sufferings, obtained from his faithful servants, Chuma and Susi (1874).

His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.

-Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
  'The VillageBlacksmith', stanza 2. Collectedin Ballads and other Poems (1841).

   O Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

-Scott, Sir Walter
  Marmion, canto 6, stanza 30.

  A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine!

-Scott, Sir Walter
  Rokeby, canto 3, stanza 28,'Song'.

On his brow this mark I sawö '!'

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW1819  'The Mask of Anarchy'.

Even so for me a vision sanctified The sway of death; long ere my eyes had seen Thy countenanceöthe still rapture of thy mienö When thou, dear Sister! wert become death's bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That changeöage on thy brow was smoothedöthy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; The may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.

-Wordsworth,William
  'November1836', complete poem (published1837).