I feel the breath of life taken away from me by the multitude.
With parched throats, gasping for breath, they lay back in agony.
As soon as the fellow on the bed would have his breath he would scream.
She went about her work that morning humming under her breath.
Not a breeze can stir but it thrills us with the breath of autumn.
I crave for the balm of Nature, the anodyne ...