Sweat bathed her brow.

Wipe the sweat from your brow.

Her brow was beaded with perspiration.

Sweat was pouring from his brow.

And frowned and puckered his brow,

Low brow. Closeset eyes. Broken wing.

The sweat was dripping off my brow.

He wiped the sweat from his brow.

You see that furrowed brow in people.

I felt the sweat trickle down my brow.

Tom wrinkled his brow like he was displeased.

Why that brow? I mean, it's such a powerful thing.

When they had surrendered, and he flung him upon his brow,

The steel is melting but there's no sweat on his brow!

Bushy Brow Sensei! but these waves are indeed hard to take!

My fiery blood courses through my veins, my hand burns on my brow.

We looped the coiled Snake, to the top of the Bear Cub's brow.

You can see the furrows in the brow and how the microstructure changes there.

This is money that our mother earned by the sweat of her brow, so use it carefully.

She could have run and waddled all about For even the day before, she broke her brow

Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd

To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay ' And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow

'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat

Then his wife came forward, crying and beating her brow. She said, I am surely a barren, old woman.

It's there again, said Mr. Marvel, closing his eyes and clasping his hand on his brow with a tragic gesture.

The women heard it, and, looking anxiously out, saw, far in the rear, on the brow of a distant hill, a party of men looming up against the red streaked sky of early dawn.

All I ask of this country is to be let alone, and I will go out peaceably but, he paused, and his brow darkened and his face worked, I've had a sister sold in that New Orleans market.

For a minute perhaps he sat, pen in mouth, admiring the rich golden colour above the crest, and then his attention was attracted by the little figure of a man, inky black, running over the hill brow towards him.

Now, what I want you to look at though, is that when you see the profile, erectus has that nice big brow ridge we think of, but you'll notice behind that, it actually slopes at quite a sharp angle backwards.

His deep chest heaved as with a ground swell his tossed arms seemed the warring elements at work and the thunders that rolled away from off his swarthy brow, and the light leaping from his eye, made all his simple hearers look on him with a quick fear that was strange to them.

When Bobbie smashed himself up at polo, she was told off by the authorities to smooth his brow and rally round with cooling unguents and all that and the old boy hadn't been up and about again for more than a week before they popped off to the registrar's and fixed it up.