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More "E'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... e'er attend His beauteous patient, may he hope his friend; And prays that no corrosive disappointment May mar the lenient virtues of his ointment; Of which, a bit not larger than a shot, Or that more murd'rous thing, "a beauty spot," Warmed on the finger by the ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, - Issue 282, November 10, 1827 • Various
... delicate and fibres tender; Waving when the wind crept down so low. Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night, and crowned it, But no foot of man e'er trod that way; Earth was young, ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7 • Charles H. Sylvester
... good friend, pray tell, what can such people e'er meet with That can be truly call'd great?—what that ...
— The Social Cancer - A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere • Jose Rizal
... sad, Dance on; let innocence be gay.' Ah, none but I discern'd her looks, When in the throng she pass'd me by, For love is like a ghost, and brooks Only the chosen seer's eye; And who but she could e'er divine The halo and the happy trance, When her bright arm reposed on mine, In all the ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... much. And surely thou shalt e'er be so; No hungry discipline shall starve thy soul; Shalt freely foot it where the poppies blow, Shalt fight unfettered when the cannon roll, And haply, Wanderer, when the hosts go home, Thou only still in Aveluy shalt roam, Haunting the crumbled windmill at Gavrelle And fling thy bombs ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 153, Aug. 22, 1917 • Various
... truth it is which I Now say—in such belief I'll live and die; And Cuckoo, do thou so, by my advice." "Then," quoth she, "let me never hope for bliss, If with that counsel I do e'er comply. ...
— Playful Poems • Henry Morley
... you, not swiftly puts a fleet to sea, Nor swiftly to its moorings; long it is Or e'er the saving cables to the shore Are borne, and long or e'er the steersmen cry, The good ship swings at anchor—all is well. Longest of all, the task to come aland Where haven there is none, when sunset fades ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... owed something of the charm of his pictures to the dress of the period, with regard to which he received this credit that 'Van Dyck was the first painter who e'er put ladies' dress into a careless romance.' But in reality never was costume better suited for a painter ...
— The Old Masters and Their Pictures - For the Use of Schools and Learners in Art • Sarah Tytler
... to hold, Absorb the factious and the cold;— Absorb dull minds, who, in despair, The standard grasp of worldly care, Which none can quit who once adore— They love, confide, and hope no more; Seek not for truth, nor e'er aspire To nurse that immaterial fire, From whose most healthful warmth proceed Each real joy and generous deed; Which, once extinct, no toil or pain Can kindle into life again, To light the then unvarying eye, To melt, in question or reply, Those tones, so subtil and so sweet, That none can look ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham
... bloom, gold bloom, fleabane white, Dewdrop, raindrop, cooling shade, Bubbling throat and hovering flight, And jocund heart as e'er was made. ...
— Bird Stories from Burroughs - Sketches of Bird Life Taken from the Works of John Burroughs • John Burroughs
... the fearless maid, The maid of matchless worth, She'll e'er abide the cherished pride Of the land that gave her birth. They send her gold, her name high uphold, Honour and praise to impart; But, with true regard, the loved reward Is the joy of ...
— Grace Darling - Heroine of the Farne Islands • Eva Hope
... corn, That ten day-lab'rers could not end; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, E'er the first cock his ...
— Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3) • Walter Scott
... like the loveliest, frailest things We prize on earth, thou canst not last; For scarce thine hour its sweetness brings To soothe, and bless us, e'er 'tis past; And night, dull cheerless night destroys Thy ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 19, No. - 537, March 10, 1832 • Various
... bruised by the hand of Fate, Dark night, my staff, Leaning on its shadowy strength I walk Toward thee, my God. Thy crescent my e'er-present friend; Thy wind, thy voice, Calls me to go on without end To thy star that my soul hath seen. The hour is black, my road unbuilt; My beggar's song I cannot sing; yet, thou knowest, For thy love I long! I come, O Lord! ...
— Sandhya - Songs of Twilight • Dhan Gopal Mukerji
... jelly, and my name Be yok'd with his that did betray the best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read! ...
— The Winter's Tale - [Collins Edition] • William Shakespeare
... and stand up in your despite for the freedom of private judgment.—And so, reverend sir, I was dreaming of a carnal divertisement called a bull-baiting; and methought they were venturing dogs at head, as merrily as e'er I saw them at Tutbury bull-running; and methought I heard some one say, there was the Devil come to have a sight of the bull-ring. Well, I thought that, gadswoons, I would have a peep at his Infernal Majesty. So I looked, and there was a ...
— Woodstock; or, The Cavalier • Sir Walter Scott
... a song for Joyce's Country, and the graves of the mightiest men That ever had birth in Erin! Will their like e'er come again? Men of the thews of titans, of the strong, unwavering hand, Who wrested a meagre guerdon from the breast of ...
— Sprays of Shamrock • Clinton Scollard
... in the errant world, That e'er the Trojan Ripheus in this round Could be the fifth one of these holy lights? Now knoweth he enough of what the world Has not the power to see of grace divine, Although his sight may not discern ...
— Among My Books • James Russell Lowell
... so, Mart'n. There's no finer e'er sailed from Deptford Pool, which is saying much, split me if it isn't. Though, when all's said, Martin, I could wish for twenty more men to do justice to my noble guns, ...
— Black Bartlemy's Treasure • Jeffrey Farnol
... believe, Far from your country, lonely wand'ring leave Me, me your lover, barbarous fugitive! Seek the rough Alps where snows eternal shine, And joyless borders of the frozen Rhine. Ah! may no cold e'er blast my dearest maid, Nor pointed ice ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson - Volume IV [The Rambler and The Adventurer] • Samuel Johnson
... on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that, The honest man, though, e'er sae poor Is king o' men for ...
— At Home And Abroad - Or, Things And Thoughts In America and Europe • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wish'd to change, his place: Unpractis'd he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More skill'd to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train; He chid ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... accuse thee! No, thou lovest Cassandra not. Me, only me, thou lovest, Unworthy of thy love. Thou hast no blame, Save that thou art my husband, in the world! Of trustful sleep, to death's arms by my hand? And where then shall I hide me? O perfidy! Can I e'er hope for peace? O woful life— Life of remorse, of madness, and of tears! How shall Aegisthus, even Aegisthus, dare To rest beside the parricidal wife Upon her murder-stained marriage-bed, Nor tremble for himself? Away, away,— Hence, horrible instrument of all my guilt And harm, thou execrable ...
— Modern Italian Poets • W. D. Howells
... boded evil—woe, when he who came And he who followed spake of ill on ill, Keening Lost, lost, all lost! thro' hail and bower. Had this my husband met so many wounds, As by a thousand channels rumour told, No network e'er was full of holes as he. Had he been slain, as oft as tidings came That he was dead, he well might boast him now A second Geryon of triple frame, With triple robe of earth above him laid— For that below, no matter—triply dead, Dead by one death for every form he bore. And thus distraught ...
— The House of Atreus • AEschylus
... my knee is bent.— Give me content— Full-pleasured with what comes to me, What e'er it be: An humble roof—a frugal board, And simple hoard; The wintry fagot piled beside The chimney wide, While the enwreathing flames up-sprout And twine about The brazen dogs that guard my hearth And household worth: Tinge with the ember's ruddy glow The rafters low; And let the sparks snap ...
— Pipes O'Pan at Zekesbury • James Whitcomb Riley
... Gymer's court I saw her move, The maid who fires my breast with love; Her snow-white arms and bosom fair Shone lovely, kindling sea and air. Dear is she to my wishes, more Than e'er was maid to youth before; But gods and elves, I wot it well, Forbid that ...
— Myths of the Norsemen - From the Eddas and Sagas • H. A. Guerber
... Leonora, e'er her sense was gone, Thus faint exclaim'd,—"thy Will be done, "Lord, let thy anger cease." Soft on the wind was borne the pray'r; The spectres vanish'd into air, And all ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... among the poor As e'er adorned the highest station; And minds as just as theirs, we trust, Whose claim is ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... furies ever howl, and serpents hiss. O'er the sad plains perpetual tempests sigh, And pois'nous vapours, black'ning all the sky, With livid hue the fairest face o'ercast, And every beauty withers at the blast: Where e'er they fly their lover's ghosts pursue, Inflicting all those ills which once they knew; Vexation, Fury, Jealousy, Despair, Vex ev'ry eye, and every bosom tear; Their foul deformities by all descry'd, No maid to flatter, and no paint ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... this white mug that with Guinness I fill, And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the hill, Was once Tommy Tosspot's, as jovial a sot, As e'er drew a spigot, or drain'd a full pot— In drinking all round 'twas his joy to surpass, And with all merry tipplers he ...
— Burlesques • William Makepeace Thackeray
... Matches in our Town; but my Mother (Gods Peace be with her) charged me upon her Death-Bed to marry a Gentlewoman, one who had been well trained up in Sowing and Cookery. I do not think but that if you and I can agree to marry, and lay our Means together, I shall be made grand Jury-man e'er two or three Years come about, and that will be a great Credit to us. If I could have got a Messenger for Sixpence, I would have sent one on Purpose, and some Trifle or other for a Token of my Love; but I hope there is nothing lost ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... than e'er I sang; Thought, ire, and mirth unceasing rang Around me, where I guested; To be where loud life's battles call For me was well-nigh more than all ...
— Poems and Songs • Bjornstjerne Bjornson
... South, 'tis but a moment's pause E'er on that dim and distant shore, The heroes of thy Fallen Cause Will meet again to part no more To the sound of muffled drum. To the sound of ...
— Poems for Pale People - A Volume of Verse • Edwin C. Ranck
... having power to speak, For to excuse myself I wished, and still Excused myself, and did not think I did it. 'Less shame doth wash away a greater fault,' The Master said, 'than this of thine has been; Therefore thyself disburden of all sadness, And make account that I am aye beside thee, If e'er it come to pass that fortune bring thee Where there are people in a like dispute; For a base wish it is to wish ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 118, August, 1867 • Various
... his hand. He stared vacantly about him, first up the street and then down, looked hard at a post in front of the hotel, then stared up and down the street again. At last he walked over, and, addressing the passengers in a body, said, "Did any of you's see e'er a horse anywheres? I left my prad here, ...
— An Outback Marriage • Andrew Barton Paterson
... winter bloweth loud, And the earth is in a shroud, Frozen rain or sleety snow Dimming every dream below,— There is e'er a spot of green Whence the heavens ...
— Yesterdays with Authors • James T. Fields
... gaze on their own drooping eyes, Reflected in the crystal calm. The wave Of the boat's motion marred their pensive task, Which naught but vagrant bird, or wanton wind, 410 Or falling spear-grass, or their own decay Had e'er disturbed before. The Poet longed To deck with their bright hues his withered hair, But on his heart its solitude returned, And he forbore. Not the strong impulse hid 415 In those flushed cheeks, bent eyes, and shadowy frame Had yet performed its ministry: it hung Upon his life, as lightning in ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... shore to shore, The small arms make a rattle; Since war's began, I'm sure no man E'er saw so ...
— The Story of Commodore John Barry • Martin Griffin
... we had ample time e'er it was consumed to contemplate the singular beauty and romantic wildness of the scenery and objects around us. Via Reggio, the only seaport of the Duchy of Lucca, built and encompassed by an almost boundless ...
— Florence and Northern Tuscany with Genoa • Edward Hutton
... passions; men and women looking at things in ways of their own, influenced by such and such prejudices, such and such hopes and fears. Every one has his own disposition, his own history, which began long e'er he came upon the earth in far-off ancestors, who bequeathed to him the inheritance of themselves to be a blessing or a curse, or, what is more frequent, both a blessing and a curse, as circumstances ...
— The Message and the Man: - Some Essentials of Effective Preaching • J. Dodd Jackson
... One single thought on Indians e'er bestowed; To them his care extends, or even knew, Before Columbus ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 88, February, 1865 • Various
... space with backward step I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one, Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech. When him in that great desert I espied, "Have mercy on me!" cried I out aloud, "Spirit! or living man! what e'er thou be!" ...
— The Vision of Hell, Part 1, Illustrated by Gustave Dore - The Inferno • Dante Alighieri, Translated By The Rev. H. F. Cary
... awl thyme new ate lief cell dew sell won praise high prays hie be inn ail road rowed by blue tier so all two time knew ate leaf one due sew tear buy lone hare night clime sight tolled site knights maid cede beech waste bred piece sum plum e'er cent son weight tier rein weigh heart wood paws through fur fare main pare beech meet wrest led bow seen earn plate wear rote peel you berry flew know dough groan links see lye bell great aught foul mean seam moan ...
— The Art Of Writing & Speaking The English Language - Word-Study and Composition & Rhetoric • Sherwin Cody
... world knows yours can see farther than other people's,' returned Richard. 'Heaven knows whence they have their sharpness. But suppose it were a heartache now, have you got e'er a ...
— St. George and St. Michael • George MacDonald
... job, Mr Troubridge, for two people—for the young lady won't count nothin' to speak of—to work a ship the size of the Mercury, and you'd find me most uncommon useful, I assure ye, sir. I'm an A.B., and knows my business as well as e'er ...
— Overdue - The Story of a Missing Ship • Harry Collingwood
... best and bravest That e'er set a lance in rest; Of our holy faith the bulwark,— Terror of ...
— Legends of the Middle Ages - Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art • H.A. Guerber
... had completed some thirty campaigns, And for new generations was hammering chains; When whetting those terrible weapons, her eyes, To Jenny, her handmaid, in anger she cries, "Careless creature! did mortal e'er see such a glass! Who that saw me in this, could e'er guess what I was! Much you mind what I say! pray how oft have I bid you Provide me a new one? how oft have I chid you?" "Lord, Madam!" cried Jane, "you're so hard to be pleased! I am sure every glassman in town ...
— Letters of Horace Walpole - Volume I • Horace Walpole
... gift Of teaching in the nose that e'er I knew of. You saw no bills set up that promised cure Of agues, or ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson
... what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth
... one of the Sunny South, with lips so eloquent, In whose great heart no malice e'er was found! And now thou art a messenger of Peace, by heaven sent On mission of fraternity, to heal ...
— The Old Hanging Fork and Other Poems • George W. Doneghy
... the wine Which made his utterance divine, Perchance the eyes he gazed into Were lucent as the sun-touched dew— Brighter, perchance, than yours; and yet Eyes like yours, smoulderingly lit With the calm passion of the spirit. No young Greek maid did e'er inherit.... Ah! twenty years are not enough To mould to such celestial stuff A soul, my dear, as yours is moulded, Wherein all dreams of life lie folded, And through whose doors a friend ...
— Miscellany of Poetry - 1919 • Various
... a witness, in the shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak— By whose immovable stem I stand and seem Almost annihilated—not a prince, In all that proud old world beyond the deep, E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath and ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... one! whose toil can gain, And barely gain, the coarsest fare, From bitter thoughts and words refrain; Yield not to dark despair! The blackest night that e'er was born Was followed by a radiant morn; Heed not the world's unfeeling scorn, Nor think life's brittle thread to sever; ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 3 September 1848 • Various
... describe it. But yet I'll tell you in a riddling way. Have you e'er felt a sudden lust ...
— The Frogs • Aristophanes
... mademoiselle never mentioned this young girl, so fair, so lovely? Why had she told me nothing about her? I should like to describe her, reader, so as to make you love her. She was tall, very little above the medium height, slender, graceful, with a delicate, arched neck and the "fairest face the sun e'er shone on." Not beautiful—that word would not describe her; fair, sweet and lovely. She had no brilliant or vivid coloring; her complexion was clear, with the faintest rose-bloom; her eyes large and blue, her lips sweet and sensitive; a white brow and a ...
— Coralie • Charlotte M. Braeme
... England all Oliuers and Rowlands breed, During the time Edward the third did raigne: More truly now may this be verified; For none but Samsons and Goliasses It sendeth forth to skirmish: one to tenne? Leane raw-bon'd Rascals, who would e'er suppose, They had such courage and audacitie? Charles. Let's leaue this Towne, For they are hayre-brayn'd Slaues, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: Of old I know them; rather with their Teeth The Walls they'le teare ...
— The First Folio [35 Plays] • William Shakespeare
... by, you little vagrant joy. Brush me from your delicate mimic world. Nothing of you now can e'er annoy, Since your beauty has ...
— Nights in London • Thomas Burke
... all the joys this island could afford, The greatest mistress, and the kindest lord; Who with the royal mix'd her noble blood, And in high grace with Gloriana[2] stood; 20 Her bounty, sweetness, beauty, goodness, such, That none e'er thought her happiness too much; So well-inclined her favours to confer, And kind to all, as Heaven had been to her! The virgin's part, the mother, and the wife, So well she acted in this span of life, That though few years (too flew, alas!) she told, She seem'd in ...
— Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham • Edmund Waller; John Denham
... the Tinker, after a long draught of the ale, "yon same Withold of Tamworth—a right good Saxon name, too, I would have thee know—breweth the most humming ale that e'er passed the lips of ...
— The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood • Howard Pyle
... that 'ere old rascal, Harry. If the devil don't have he, I don't see no use in keeping no devil. But I minds them as has mercy on me, though my name is Crawy. Ay,' he added, bitterly, ''tain't so many kind turns as I gets in this life, that I can afford to forget e'er a one.' And he sneaked off, with the deaf dog ...
— Yeast: A Problem • Charles Kingsley
... the noble Hound, Of whom ye of Ulster boast, What man e'er stout foe hath faced, Will fend him from ...
— The Ancient Irish Epic Tale Tain Bo Cualnge • Unknown
... ne'er didst thou, fair Mount! when Greece was young, See round thy giant base a brighter choir,[81] Nor e'er did Delphi, when her Priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire, Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love, than Andalusia's maids, Nurst in the glowing lap of soft Desire: Ah! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow, though Glory ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... Was there e'er such a sight? Souls sparkled and spirits expanded; For of them critics sang, That tho' christened the Gang, By a spiritual ...
— Margot Asquith, An Autobiography: Volumes I & II • Margot Asquith
... mar our skill, fam'd Linois, thou hast found A certain way,—by fighting ships on ground; Fix deep in sand thy centre, van, and rear, Nor e'er St. Vincent, Duncan, Nelson, fear. While, o'er the main, Britannia's thunder rolls, She leaves to thee the trident ...
— Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez, Vol. I • Sir John Ross
... as fish in streams are found, And shells upon the ocean's ground, And drops that in the sea must go, As many as flakes that shine in snow— As much, as manifold as life abounds both far and nigh, So much, so many times, for e'er, oh thank the ...
— The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries: - Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English, Volume 5. • Various
... Tow'r; Go impious, false and cruel, go To her who has inflam'd your Heart, but know, That now Melissa (justly enrag'd) Will soon raise all th' Infernal Monsters up, All ugly Harpies shall approach, Cerberus and Furies, Fire and Flames appear. And e'er you close my Rival in your Arms, Replete with Anguish I shall see ...
— Amadigi di Gaula - Amadis of Gaul • Nicola Francesco Haym
... Does God e'er let his children want in vain? He gives the smallest birds their nourishment, And over all His works extends His goodness. Each day I call on Him. His care paternal Nourishes me with gifts presented at ...
— Athaliah • J. Donkersley
... he had found A little space, with boughs all woven round; And in the midst of all, a clearer pool Than e'er reflected in its pleasant cool The blue sky here, and there, serenely peeping Through ...
— A Book of Myths • Jean Lang
... Rosalie, A coryphee who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree, Was every bit as pretty as a French girl e'er can be (Which isn't ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
... a deeming thereof, or somewhat more, and when it is waxen greater yet, I will tell it thee one day, but not now. But hearken! for I have other tidings for thee. Thou art now whole and strong, and in a few days thou mayst wend the wild-wood as stoutly as e'er a one of us. Now, therefore, how sayest thou, if I bid thee fare a two days' journey with David and Gilbert thy brethren, and thy sister Joanna, till they bring thee to a fair little stead which I call mine own, to dwell there awhile? ...
— Child Christopher • William Morris
... sing, the first who driv'n From Trojan Shores, the Fugitive of Heav'n, Came to th' Italian and Lavinian Coast; Much o'er the Earth was He, and Ocean tost, By Heavenly Powers, and Juno's lasting Rage; Much too He bore, long Wars compell'd to wage; E'er He the Town could raise, and of his Gods, In Latium settle the secure Abodes; Whence in a long Descent the Latins come, The Albine Fathers, and ...
— Letters Concerning Poetical Translations - And Virgil's and Milton's Arts of Verse, &c. • William Benson
... please your Worship's Honour, my Lord, I am as honest a fellow as ever went between stem and stern of a ship, and can hand, reef, steer, and clap two ends of a rope together, as well as e'er a He that ever crossed Salt-water; but I was taken by one George Bradley (the name of the Judge) a notorious Pirate, and a sad rogue as ever was hanged, and he forced me, an't please ...
— Pirates • Anonymous
... woman e'er forget The infant of her womb, And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts Her suckling ...
— Hymns and Spiritual Songs • Isaac Watts
... the cares that fume and fret, We cry as e'er before: "We thank thee, Lord, for what we get, But ...
— Oklahoma Sunshine • Freeman E. (Freeman Edwin) Miller
... the domes, I 2 With lust of carnage fired, And opening teeth of serried spears Yawned wide around the gates that guard our homes; But went, or e'er his hungry jaws had tired On Theban flesh,—or e'er the Fire-god fierce Seizing our sacred town Besmirched and rent her battlemented crown. Such noise of battle as he fled About his back the War-god spread; So writhed to hard-fought ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... bones Sleep within these heaps of stones; Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands, Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach, "In greatness is no trust." Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest royallest seed That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin: Here the bones of birth have cried "Though gods they were, as men they died!" Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings Here's a world of pomp and state Buried in dust, once dead ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... drawled a Virginian, "you don't know what you're talking about. You haven't e'er a slave to your name; and you don't own a foot of the Territory. As for your hide, it wouldn't make a drumhead nohow. So what are you ...
— Old Kaskaskia • Mary Hartwell Catherwood
... Tucker, Sings for his supper: What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it, Without e'er a knife? How will he be ...
— Traditional Nursery Songs of England - With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists • Various
... two-edged e'er the day waxes old. 'To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, ...
— Mistress Penwick • Dutton Payne
... obstacle indeed that we could scarce surmount. At last we thought we had it; yes, were sure we knew it all. "You may each one recite it." Hark! it was our teacher's call. Just imagine how we did it? You will guess it nearly right. And then to say it backward! Were you e'er in such a plight? Then we studied till (I mean it) e'en the paper on the wall, Each door, and sash, and picture frame, and objects one and all, In strokes and angles fairly danced before our very eyes, And in our dreams they haunted us in ...
— Silver Links • Various
... knowledge so vast and with judgment so strong No man with the half of them e'er could go wrong; With passion so potent, and fancies so bright, No man with the half of ...
— Nancy Stair - A Novel • Elinor Macartney Lane
... some safe shore, with anchor and with line; So, by Jove's dread decree, the God of fire Confines me here the victim of Jove's ire. With baneful art his dire machine he shapes; From such a God what mortal e'er escapes? When each third day shall triumph o'er the night, Then doth the vulture, with his talons light, Seize on my entrails; which, in rav'nous guise, He preys on! then with wing extended flies Aloft, and brushes with his plumes the gore: But ...
— Cicero's Tusculan Disputations - Also, Treatises On The Nature Of The Gods, And On The Commonwealth • Marcus Tullius Cicero
... by public Fame A friend to misery, whate'er its claim. Marvel I must if e'er we find Bestowed ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (Vol. 6) - Letters 1821-1842 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... with skin; Her looks awry; an everlasting scowl Sits on her brow; her teeth deform'd and foul; Her breast had gall more than her breast could hold; Beneath her tongue coats of poison roll'd; No smile e'er smooth'd her furrow'd brow but those Which rose from laughing at another's woes; Her eyes were strangers to the sweets of sleep, Devouring spite for ever waking keep; She sees bless'd men with vast success crown'd, Their joys distract ...
— Quit Your Worrying! • George Wharton James
... right, the match look tight, This trick, you know, is done, pals; But now be gay, I'll show my play— Hurrah! the game is won, pals. No hand so fine, No wrist like mine, No odds I e'er refuse, pals. ...
— Rookwood • William Harrison Ainsworth
... the first was ever seen, Or more lovely, colder, brighter, e'er I ween; If you make a second of me, surely then With practice you might hit a dozen men; Lo! total, with its leaves of darkest green, In some gardens, ...
— Golden Days for Boys and Girls, Vol. XIII, Nov. 28, 1891 • Various
... Pasiphae with the love of her white bull- Happy if cattle-kind had never been!- O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them Of such unhallowed union e'er was fain As with a beast to mate, though many a time On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns, And for her neck had feared the galling plough. O ill-starred maid! thou roamest now the hills, While on soft hyacinths he, ...
— The Bucolics and Eclogues • Virgil
... loving, winsome Cecily— No dearer child e'er lived than she— One Christmas-eve (in crimson hood And cloak she'd in her garden stood That morn and fed a hungry brood) In her white bed lay fast asleep, The moonlight on her golden hair, Her hands still clasped as in the prayer, "I pray thee, Lord, ...
— Harper's Young People, December 23, 1879 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... Hero cried, 'That e'er to chase or battle more These limbs the sacred steed bestride That once my Maker's image bore; If not a boon allow'd to thee, Thy Lord and mine its Master be, My tribute to the King, From whom I hold, as fiefs, since birth, Honor, renown, the goods of earth, ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... a working brain; . . . With all the gardener fancy e'er could feign Who, breeding flowers, will ...
— The Sense of Beauty - Being the Outlines of Aesthetic Theory • George Santayana
... again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky, Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes; O God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me Thy radiant identity! Thou canst not move across the grass But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, Nor speak, however silently, But my hushed voice will answer Thee. I know the path that tells Thy way Through ...
— Renascence and Other Poems • Edna St. Vincent Millay
... tucked up out of the wet, leaving their gaunt roots exposed in midair." High-tide or low- tide, there is little difference in the water; the river, be it broad or narrow, deep or shallow, looks like a pathway of polished metal; for it is as heavy weighted with stinking mud as water e'er can be, ebb or flow, year out and year in. But the difference in the banks, though an unending alternation between ...
— Travels in West Africa • Mary H. Kingsley
... life shall find it": so the Scripture runs. But I so hugged the fleeting self in me, So loved the lovely perishable hours, So kissed myself to death upon their lips, That on one pyre we perished in the end— A grimmer bonfire than the Church e'er lit! Yet all was well—or seemed so—till I heard That younger voice, an echo of my own, And, like a wanderer turning to his home, Who finds another on the hearth, and learns, Half-dazed, that other is his actual self In name and claim, as the whole parish swears, ...
— Artemis to Actaeon and Other Worlds • Edith Wharton
... like to be cock-sure of the stuff you drink, if e'er a man did," said the boatbuilder, whose eye blazed yellow in this frothing season of song ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... manners, and his speech, and all. And I believe, though I am not much of a judge, as he is the most intelligentest and book-larnedest. I never seed his equal yet. Why, Hannah, I don't believe as there is e'er a prince a-livin' ...
— Ishmael - In the Depths • Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth
... the other. "Well, we'll talk more about that just now. Deborah, ye see, is widow Cartwright's wench; and a good wench she is too, as e'er clapped clog on a foot. She comes in each morn, and sees as fire's all right, and fills kettle for my breakfast. Then at noon she comes in again to see as all's right. And after mill's loosed, she just looks in ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... there's no snare like wedlock, not in the whole world. I've known scores o' men get married o' purpose to break clear o' their habits an' take a fresh start; but ne'er a man that didn't tie himself up thereby in twenty new habits for e'er a ...
— Hocken and Hunken • A. T. Quiller-Couch
... where bullets fell, With calm and even tread; And when he heard the bursting shell, He only shook his head; And at his post he nobly stood To help the boys what e'er he could, ...
— Bamboo Tales • Ira L. Reeves
... we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, Our chair a broad pumpkin,—our lantern the moon, Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam, In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team Then thanks for thy present! none sweeter or better E'er smoked from an oven or circled a platter! Fairer hands never wrought at a pastry more fine, Brighter eyes never watched o'er its baking, than thine! And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express, Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less, That the days of thy lot may be lengthened ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... great bassa, from the thoughts of blood, And kindly grant an ear to gentler sounds. If e'er thy youth has known the pangs of absence, Or felt th' impatience of obstructed love, Give me, before th' approaching hour of fate, Once to behold the charms of bright Aspasia, And draw new virtue from her ...
— Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 - The Works Of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D., In Nine Volumes • Samuel Johnson
... in doubt and fear, Dost watch, with straining eyes, the fated boy— The loved of heaven! come like a stranger near, And clasp young Moses with maternal joy; Nor fear the speechless transport and the tear Will e'er betray thy fond and hidden claim, For Iphis knows not yet ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... made a deputy. What dost think o' that, right over heads o' us all? Did'st e'er hear tell o' ...
— Facing Death - The Hero of the Vaughan Pit. A Tale of the Coal Mines • G. A. Henty
... shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee, Or redeem form or frame from the merciless surge, But the white foam of waves shall thy winding sheet be, And winds in the midnight of ...
— Journeys Through Bookland V3 • Charles H. Sylvester
... majesty and sweetness to accuse; Or, after that, a judge would not refuse Her sentence to pronounce; or that being done, Even amongst bloody'st hangmen, to find one Durst, though her face was veil'd, and neck laid down, Strike off the fairest head e'er wore a crown. And what state policy there might be here, Which does with right too often interfere, I 'm not to judge: yet thus far dare be bold, A fouler act the ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... clooas on, beawt sayin' a word to chick or chighlt. His wife watched him run through th' heawse; but he darted forrud, an' took no notice o' nobody. 'What's up now,' thought Betty; an' hoo ran after him. When hoo geet up-stairs th' owd lad had retten croppen into bed; an' he wur ill'd up, e'er th' yed. So Betty turned th' quilt deawn, an' hoo said. 'Whatever's to do witho, James?' 'Howd te noise!' said Thwittler, pooin' th' clooas o'er his yed again, 'howd te noise! I'll play no moor at yon shop!' an' th' bed fair wackert again; he 're i' sich a ...
— Th' Barrel Organ • Edwin Waugh
... dight, Gleamed as the lightning glitters against the murk of night; Having the eyes of Lakshmi, long-lidded, black, and bright— Nay—never Gods, nor Yakshas, nor mortal men among Was one so rare and radiant e'er seen, or sued, or sung As she, the heart-consuming, in heaven itself desired. And Nala, too, of princes the Tiger-Prince, admired Like Kama was; in beauty an embodied lord of love: And ofttimes Nala praised they all other chiefs ...
— Hindu Literature • Epiphanius Wilson
... mien, in genius, and in speech, The eager guest from far Went searching through the Tuscan soil to find Where he reposed, whose verse sublime Might fitly rank with Homer's lofty rhyme; And oh! to our disgrace he heard Not only that, e'er since his dying day, In other soil his bones in exile lay, But not a stone within thy walls was reared To him, O Florence, whose renown Caused thee to be by all the world revered. Thanks to the brave, the generous band, Whose timely labor from our land Will this sad, shameful stain ...
— The Poems of Giacomo Leopardi • Giacomo Leopardi
... boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory ...
— Neville Trueman the Pioneer Preacher • William Henry Withrow
... tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is King o' men ...
— It Can Be Done - Poems of Inspiration • Joseph Morris
... the Angels cried, "O Holy One, See what the son of Levi here has done! The kingdom of Heaven he takes by violence, And in Thy name refuses to go hence!" The Lord replied, "My Angels, be not wroth; Did e'er the son of Levi break his oath? Let him remain; for he with mortal eye Shall look upon my ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 11, No. 63, January, 1863 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... by-word of the world, The common talk at Table in the mouth Of every Groom and Waiter, if e'er more I entertain the carnal ...
— The Puritain Widow • William Shakespeare [Apocrypha]
... the wonder awoke, And the leaves and the flowers and the starlight spoke In silent rapture the strange old secret That none e'er knew till the ...
— Collected Poems - Volume One (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
... On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulcher, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the ...
— The Boys' Life of Mark Twain • Albert Bigelow Paine
... morn politic brightly breaks But storms, by Jove engendered, may e'er Night Enfolds her sable mantle for repose, Wither the budding dreams that fill our breasts, And deep within the cave of darkness cast Ambitions holy which now ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
... years I looked for Light: There came and went many a spring and fall. E'er since the peach blossoms came in my sight, I never ...
— The Religion of the Samurai • Kaiten Nukariya
... man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er — For the Sons of God upturned the sod And laid the ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... of the spies "What says the leech? How goes it?" Hush—no sound! The end is near—the fierce old tiger dies! Up there on purple cushion, in the light Of flickering lamps, pale Caesar waits for morn; His sallow face, by hideous ulcers torn, Looks ghastlier than was e'er its wont tonight; Hollow the eyes; the fire of fell disease And burning fever runs through every limb; None but the aged leech abides with him, And Macro, trusted ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... love, it is the saddest thing, When friendship proves unfit, For lots of sadness it will bring, When e'er you think of it. ...
— Turn About Eleanor • Ethel M. Kelley
... life for throbbing hearts to grieve. Thrice holy is that form that love hath kissed, And happy is that man with heart thus blessed. Oh, let not curses fall upon that head Whom love hath cradled on the welcome bed Of bliss, the bosom of our fairest god, Or hand of love e'er grasp the venging rod. ...
— Babylonian and Assyrian Literature • Anonymous
... that border the dancing river? And O, the far, far-stretching forest, from whose mysterious depths, in a bright year passed away, I saw him emerge, and hurried down the gravelled path to meet him at the garden-gate, with happy, bounding heart! Will new scenes, however glad and gay, e'er dim the memory of those ...
— Eventide - A Series of Tales and Poems • Effie Afton
... savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing ...
— The Tale of Terror • Edith Birkhead
... But now I know my unassisted wit Is all too weak to make me soar so high, For pardon, lady, for this fault I cry, And wiser still I grow remembering it. Yea, will I see what folly 't were to think That largess dropped from thee like dews from heaven, Could e'er be paid by work so frail as mine! To nothingness my art and talent sink; He fails who from his mental stores hath given A thousandfold ...
— Italy, the Magic Land • Lilian Whiting
... beneath to view. I was the first To call thee father; me thou first didst call Thy child. I was the first that on thy knees Fondly caressed thee, and from thee received The fond caress. This was thy speech to me:— 'Shall I, my child, e'er see thee in some house Of splendor, happy in thy husband, live And flourish, as becomes my dignity?' My speech to thee was, leaning 'gainst thy cheek, (Which with my hand I now caress): 'And what Shall I then do for thee? Shall I receive ...
— Woman in the Ninteenth Century - and Kindred Papers Relating to the Sphere, Condition - and Duties, of Woman. • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... throne a spider swings And snares the people for the kings: "Luther is dead; old quarrels pass; The stake's black scars are healed with grass"; So dreamers prate;—did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive? But Luther's broom is left, and eyes Peep o'er their creeds to where it lies. Spin, spin, Clotho, spin! Lachesis, twist! and Atropos, sever! In the shadow, year out, year in, The silent headsman ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. IV, No. 26, December, 1859 • Various
... E'er the sun drank of the cold morning dew, I've known thee early the tuskt boar pursue: Then in the evening drive the bear away, And rescue from his jaws the trembling prey. But now thy flocks creep feebly through the fields, No purple grapes, thy half-drest vineyards ...
— The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) - Vol. III • Theophilus Cibber
... of old, As the Queen of our festival meeting; Now Chloe is lifeless and cold; You must go to the grave for her greeting. Her beauty and talents were framed To enkindle the proudest to win her; Then let not the mem'ry be blamed Of the purest that e'er was a sinner!' ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... bright as Venus's adds Diana's mind. I'll toast Britain's daughters—let all fill their glasses— Whose beauty and virtue the whole world surpasses. May blessings attend them, go wherever they will, And foul fall the man that e'er ...
— Routledge's Manual of Etiquette • George Routledge
... realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands, Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach, "In greatness is no trust." Here's an acre sown indeed With the richest royallest seed That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin: Here the bones of birth have cried "Though gods they were, as men they died!" Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings Here's a world of pomp and state Buried in ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... the 'Vanguard' leads, but with a sudden tack The Spaniards double swiftly on their trail; Now Jervis overshoots his mark, like some too eager pack, He will not overtake them, haste he e'er so greatly back, But Nelson and the ...
— In Flanders Fields and Other Poems - With an Essay in Character, by Sir Andrew Macphail • John McCrae
... Christopher, I have a deeming thereof, or somewhat more, and when it is waxen greater yet, I will tell it thee one day, but not now. But hearken! for I have other tidings for thee. Thou art now whole and strong, and in a few days thou mayst wend the wild-wood as stoutly as e'er a one of us. Now, therefore, how sayest thou, if I bid thee fare a two days' journey with David and Gilbert thy brethren, and thy sister Joanna, till they bring thee to a fair little stead which I call mine own, to dwell there ...
— Child Christopher • William Morris
... it's I blarny'd Catty to the skies, and then egged her on, and aggravated her against the McBrides, till I left her as mad as e'er a one in Bedlam—up to any thing! And full tilt she's off to Flaherty's, the publican, in her blue jock—where she'll not be long afore she kicks up a quarrel, I'll engage; for she's sarching the house for Honor McBride, who is not in it—and giving ...
— Tales And Novels, Vol. 8 • Maria Edgeworth
... society of the other. Wine well used is a good familiar creature—kindles, soothes, and inspirits: the cup of wine warmed by the smile of woman gives courage to the soldier and genius to the minstrel. With Burns—and he was no ordinary seer—I hold that the sweetest hours that e'er we spend are spent among the lasses. I will go farther and say the most profitable hours. And some sweet and profitable hours 'twas mine to spend among the fawn-orbed lasses of Puerto, with their childlike gaiety, their desire to please, and their fetching freedom from affectation. Would that ...
— Romantic Spain - A Record of Personal Experiences (Vol. II) • John Augustus O'Shea
... fragile clay! Erst white as e'er a lily of old Nile, But now imbrowned and ambered o'er and through With richest tints and ever-deepening hue, Quintessence of rare essences the while Uphoarding, as thou farest day by day, Thou mind'st me of a genial face I knew. At first it was but fair, nought but a face; But as ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 86, December, 1864 • Various
... north some time ago, and severall of Lord Huntly's people; so I hope they togither will be able to keep Lord Sutherland from doing much mischife, and e'er long to reduce him and all the King's enimies there. We are not yet in so much apprehention of them as Mr. H——ll seems to be. I am mightily pleased you are so much recovered, which I know by your hand-writeing; but I can scarce ...
— Memoirs of the Jacobites of 1715 and 1745. - Volume I. • Mrs. Thomson
... soul, lament; thy loss is deep, A nd all that Sion love sit down and weep, M ourn, oh ye virgins, and let sorrow be E ach damsel's dowry, and (alas, for me!) N e'er let my sobs and sighings have an end T ill I again embrace my ascended friend; A nd till I feel the virtue of his life T o consolate me, and repress my grief: I nfuse into my heart the oil of gladness O nce more, ...
— The History of Thomas Ellwood Written by Himself • Thomas Ellwood
... "Well, we'll talk more about that just now. Deborah, ye see, is widow Cartwright's wench; and a good wench she is too, as e'er clapped clog on a foot. She comes in each morn, and sees as fire's all right, and fills kettle for my breakfast. Then at noon she comes in again to see as all's right. And after mill's loosed, she just looks in and sets all straight. ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... hands from protecting her who shall debar? Ne'er ingratitude lurked in the heart of a Tar. "(Sings DIBDIN) That Ship from the breakers to save" Is the plainest of duties e'er put on the brave. While a rag, or a timber, or spar, she can boast, A place of prime honour on Albion's coast Should be hers and the Victory's! Let us not say, Like the fish-hucksters, "Memories are ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, Sep. 24, 1892 • Various
... my word to thee To come thy noble face to see; His promises let every man Perform as far as e'er he can! Full easy is the thing that's sweet, And sweet this journey is and meet; I've vowed to Owain's court to go, And I'm resolved to keep my vow; So thither straight I'll take my way With blithesome heart, and there I'll stay, Respect ...
— Wild Wales - Its People, Language and Scenery • George Borrow
... Men soon espied it, And told the king on high, A princely babe was born that night No king could e'er destroy. ...
— In The Yule-Log Glow, Vol. IV (of IV) • Harrison S. Morris
... of heraldry, the pride of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Alike await the inevitable hour; The paths of glory lead ...
— The Empire of Russia • John S. C. Abbott
... is entwining, The stern tree's branch down-bending; Where flowers are e'er combining Their perfume, heaven-ascending; Oh! roam thou there, and see How Nature's ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, April 1844 - Volume 23, Number 4 • Various
... be in a precious hurry to catch us, if they do catch us," exclaimed Job Truefitt. "Give way, mates: if we can't keep ahead of a crew of frog-eaters, we desarves to be caught and shut up in the darkest prison in the land, without e'er a quid o' baccy to chaw, or a glass o' grog ...
— Ronald Morton, or the Fire Ships - A Story of the Last Naval War • W.H.G. Kingston
... bloweth loud, And the earth is in a shroud, Frozen rain or sleety snow Dimming every dream below,— There is e'er a spot of green Whence ...
— Yesterdays with Authors • James T. Fields
... how lovely too, When firs[ he learned his futhorc through; No kings had e'er such honor brought them As when to ...
— Fridthjof's Saga • Esaias Tegner
... and dreadful darts, and bloody plains: While you—and can my soul the tale believe, Far from your country, lonely wand'ring leave Me, me your lover, barbarous fugitive! Seek the rough Alps where snows eternal shine, And joyless borders of the frozen Rhine. Ah! may no cold e'er blast my dearest maid, Nor pointed ice thy tender ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson - Volume IV [The Rambler and The Adventurer] • Samuel Johnson
... grief that sears, If they would keep all that love endears, If they would lay no more lilies on biers— Let them say! For we are swift to enchant and tire Time's will! Our feet are wiser than all desire, Our song is better than faith or fame; To whom it is given no ill e'er came, Who has it not grows chill! Who has it not grows laggard and lame, Nor knows that the world is a Minstrel's lyre, Smitten and never still!... Last night on the currents ...
— Nirvana Days • Cale Young Rice
... heraldry,[4] the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. 35 The paths of glory ...
— Selections from Five English Poets • Various
... he done, had he e'er hugged th' ocean With swimming Drake or famous Magelan, And kiss'd that unturn'd cheeke of our old mother, Since so our Europe's ...
— In a Green Shade - A Country Commentary • Maurice Hewlett
... merry sound the camel bells, so gay, And merry beats fond Hamet's heart, for he, E'er the dim evening steals upon the day, His children, wife and happy home ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... and mosses grow O'er the fragile form below! Violets, bright-eyed pansies wave o'er the lowly, harmless grave; Let the butterfly and bee all the summer flutter free, O'er the flowers grown from a heart which no wrongs could ever part, Nor torture e'er remove from the creatures of its love; With the wild and feverish brain, and thought's bright but blighted train, With strong heart, but anguished soul, and pain's weird and heavy dole— Let the weary, tired form, whose lost life was only storm, In the shroud's ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 2, August, 1864 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... "E'er a one 'll do. We needs three: Bill's an' mine an' another'n. Hyur, Billee! take these afore ye. Now ride down the 'Pash trail three hunred yards, or tharabout, an' then pull up. Don't take the beaten pad, but keep alongside, an' make big ...
— The Scalp Hunters • Mayne Reid
... multitudinous splendors Refulgent from above with burning rays, Beholding not the source of the effulgence. O thou benignant power that so imprint'st them! [89] Thou didst exalt thyself to give more scope There to the eyes, that were not strong enough. The name of that fair flower I e'er invoke Morning and evening utterly enthralled My soul to gaze upon the greater fire. And when in both mine eyes depicted were The glory and greatness of the living star Which conquers there, as here below it conquered, Athwart ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 • Various
... hours live in a feeble way, but the sad ones never die. His first long trousers caused a pang and you saw them with a sigh. And the big still house when the boy and girl, unto youth and beauty grown, To college went; will you e'er forget ...
— A Heap o' Livin' • Edgar A. Guest
... little fern-plant, green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender, Waving in the wind, crept down so low; Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it; Playful sunbeams darted in and found it; Drops of dew stole down by night and crowned it; But no foot of man e'er came that way, Earth was young ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham
... maiden - prithee, tell me true (Hey, but I'm doleful, willow, willow waly!) Have you e'er a lover a-dangling after you? Hey, willow waly O! I would fain discover If you have a lover? ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... for swift telling; and yet, my one lover, I 've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night." By the sycamore passed he, and through the white clover, Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight; But I 'll love him more, more Than e'er wife loved before, Be the days dark ...
— Victorian Songs - Lyrics of the Affections and Nature • Various
... to try, and as I had taken lessons before, in three months I could play and sing "Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee," tolerably well. But Mrs. Lane persisted in affirming that I had a dramatic talent, and as she supposed that I never should be an actress, I must bring it out in singing; so I persevered, and, ...
— The Morgesons • Elizabeth Stoddard
... 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like ...
— Graded Poetry: Seventh Year • Various
... its silvery bands, She binds together many lands. To cure disease dame Nature brings Her remedy in mineral springs; Water without, water within, Equally good for stout or thin; And more than man can e'er devise Invigorates and purifies. Travel the world from end to end, You ne'er will find a ...
— Intestinal Ills • Alcinous Burton Jamison
... wrong. But now a sudden change was wrought, She minds no longer what he taught. Cadenus was amazed to find Such marks of a distracted mind; For though she seemed to listen more To all he spoke, than e'er before. He found her thoughts would absent range, Yet guessed not whence could spring the change. And first he modestly conjectures, His pupil might be tired with lectures, Which helped to mortify his pride, Yet gave him not the heart to chide; But in a mild dejected strain, At last ...
— The Battle of the Books - and Other Short Pieces • Jonathan Swift
... pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold: Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea;— Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day: For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread; High on St. Michael's mount it shone, it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniards ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 20, No. - 580, Supplemental Number • Various
... are joined in heart and hand, A gallant and courageous band, If e'er a foe dares look awry, We'll one and ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... to lord and vassal dear Thou dost incline a pitying ear To fellow-men in pain; And be he wounded, sick, or broke, No brother knight doth e'er invoke Thy ...
— Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions - Vol. I • Slason Thompson
... arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky, Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes; O God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me Thy radiant identity! Thou canst not move across the grass But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, Nor speak, however silently, But my hushed voice will answer Thee. I know the path that tells Thy way Through the cool eve of every day; God, I can push the grass ...
— Renascence and Other Poems • Edna St. Vincent Millay
... have a appetite there! I could eat anything.... You could go to the top of a hill and look down one way and p'raps not see more'n four or five places (houses or farmsteads), and look t'other way and mebbe not be able to see e'er a one at all. Oh, a reg'lar wild, out-o'-th'-way place 'twas." On this farm, to which his gang went year after year, the farmer "didn't pay very high—you couldn't expect'n to. But he used to treat us very well. Send out great puddin's for us two or three times a week, ...
— Change in the Village • (AKA George Bourne) George Sturt
... of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour— The paths of glory lead but to ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... joy to my true, loving heart, In everything you think, or say, or do, Than all the joys of Heaven could e'er impart, Because—it's YOU. ...
— The Last Woman • Ross Beeckman
... glory shines, Yet loves disgrace, nor e'er for it is pale; Behold his presence in a spacious vale, To which men come from all beneath the sky. The unchanging excellence completes its tale; The simple infant ...
— Tao Teh King • Lao-Tze
... Oh Fame!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear One discover, She thought that I was not unworthy ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 • Lord Byron
... dared not. They were kept to toil and combat; And never changed their chains but for their armour: Now they have peace and pastime, and the license To revel and to rail; it irks me not. I would not give the smile of one fair girl For all the popular breath[12] that e'er divided A name from nothing. What are the rank tongues[13] 340 Of this vile herd, grown insolent with feeding, That I should prize their noisy praise, ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... Rogues, they chuse rather to bear all hardship, than to make away themselves. Then said she, Take them into the Castle-yard to-morrow, and shew them the Bones and Skulls of those that thou hast already dispatch'd, and make them believe, e'er a week comes to an end, thou also wilt tear them in pieces, as thou hast done their ...
— The Junior Classics, V5 • Edited by William Patten
... the deathless powers that reign above, By righteous Themis and by thundering Jove (Themis, who gives to councils, or denies Success; and humbles, or confirms the wise), Rise in my aid! suffice the tears that flow For my lost sire, nor add new woe to woe. If e'er he bore the sword to strengthen ill, Or, having power to wrong, betray'd the will, On me, on me your kindled wrath assuage, And bid the voice of lawless riot rage. If ruin to your royal race ye doom, Be you the ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer, translated by Alexander Pope
... Atma knew the menace in the air, As ghostly shudderings of our fearful life Foretell the advent of th' assassin's knife. Low sank his heart before the augury (For life was dearer on this eventide Than e'er before), and all dismayed, he cried, "These are the heralds of calamity That bid me hence, for all too well I know The pensive pageantry of mortal woe; O Love, my Love, this sweetest love may flee But ever grief has cruel constancy, Late I bode me with dull-shrouded sorrow, And well ...
— Atma - A Romance • Caroline Augusta Frazer
... you like to be cock-sure of the stuff you drink, if e'er a man did," said the boatbuilder, whose eye blazed yellow in this frothing season of song ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... for kindly we will treat you. On my anvil gently will I beat you; With my tongs, then, deftly will I hold you; 5 With my hammer I will shape and mold you Into forms so fair that all will prize you, Forms so rare that none will e'er despise you: Axes, knives (so men will wish to use you), Needles, pins (so women, too, will choose you). 10 Come with me, your brother will not harm you, Come with me, my ...
— Story Hour Readings: Seventh Year • E.C. Hartwell
... if ane wadnae think, to hear ye, this was the first bairn that e'er was born! 'What'sa' the fraize aboot, ye gowks?" (to his daughters)—"a whingin get! that'll tak mail' oot o' fowk's pockets than e'er it'll pit into them! Mony a guid profitable beast's been brought into the warld and ne'er a word ...
— Marriage • Susan Edmonstone Ferrier
... of stones was e'er a myth inane, But from this myth hath sprung fiction still more insane! Lost is the subtle life, divine, and real!—gone! Assumed, mean subterfuge! foul bags of skin and bone! Fortune, when once adverse, how true! ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... I more,' Quoth Oliver, 'than e'er before The eye of man hath seen An hundred thousand are a-field, With helm and hauberk, lance and shield, And pikes and pike-heads gleaming bright; Prepare for fight, a fiercer fight Than ever yet hath been. Blow Olifant, friend Roland, blow, ...
— A Popular History of France From The Earliest Times - Volume IV. of VI. • Francois Pierre Guillaume Guizot
... whose laureled brow Gray hairs were growing! glory ever new Shall circle him in after years as now; For spent detraction may not disavow The world of knowledge with the wit combined, The elastic force no burden e'er could bow, The various talents and the single mind, Which give him moral power ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 2, No. 8, January, 1851 • Various
... Hawthorns in white wedding favours, Scented with celestial savours— Daisies, like sweet country maidens, Wear white scolloped frills to-day; 'Neath her hat of straw the Peasant Primrose sitteth, Nor permitteth Any of her kindred present, Specially the milk-sweet cowslip, E'er to leave the tranquil shade; By the hedges, Or the edges Of some stream or grassy glade, They look upon the scene half ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy
... maid! Now dost thou know Not in the gloomy caverns of the dead, In Hecla where the ancient gods still dwell, Among the Norns, among the Valkyries, Seek thou the mother that gave birth to thee! Oh, that no drop of holy water e'er Had touched thy brow! ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IX - Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig • Various
... confess'd But since my niggard stars that gift refuse, Concealment is the only boon I claim Obscure be still the unsuccessful Muse, Who cannot raise, but would not sink, thy fame, Oh! of my life at once the source and joy! If e'er thy eyes these feeble lines survey, Let not their folly their intent destroy; Accept ...
— The Diary and Letters of Madame D'Arblay Volume 1 • Madame D'Arblay
... thou, Leila, when alone, Remember days of bliss gone by? Wilt thou, beside thy native Rhone, E'er for our distant streamlets sigh? Beneath thy own glad sun and sky, Ah! Leila, wilt thou think of me? She blush'd, and murmur'd in reply, "My life is one long thought ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume VI - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... Sun's warm rays Illumine hill and heather, I think of all the pleasant days We might have had together. When Lucifer's phosphoric beam Shines e'er the Lake's dim water, O then, my Beautiful, I dream Of thee, the salt ...
— Sagittulae, Random Verses • E. W. Bowling
... yok'd with his that did betray the best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read! ...
— The Winter's Tale - [Collins Edition] • William Shakespeare
... Canst thou imagine (let not self-love blind thee) That Sir Giles Overreach (that, to make her great In swelling titles, without touch of conscience, Will cut his neighbour's throat, and, I hope, his own too) Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, And think of some course suitable to thy ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 4, April 1810 • Various
... swings And snares the people for the kings: "Luther is dead; old quarrels pass; The stake's black scars are healed with grass"; So dreamers prate;—did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive? But Luther's broom is left, and eyes Peep o'er their creeds to where it lies. Spin, spin, Clotho, spin! Lachesis, twist! and Atropos, sever! In the shadow, year out, year in, The silent headsman ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. IV, No. 26, December, 1859 • Various
... and Hellebore fill two scenes, Sovereign plants to purge the veins Of melancholy, and cheer the heart Of those black fumes which make it smart; The best medicine that God e'er made For this malady, ...
— Herbal Simples Approved for Modern Uses of Cure • William Thomas Fernie
... puts a fleet to sea, Nor swiftly to its moorings; long it is Or e'er the saving cables to the shore Are borne, and long or e'er the steersmen cry, The good ship swings at anchor—all is well. Longest of all, the task to come aland Where haven there is none, when sunset fades In night. To pilot wise, ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... make one's vitals bleed, They write such trash, no mortal e'er will read; Yet they will publish, they must have a name; So Printers starve, to get ...
— Books Fatal to Their Authors • P. H. Ditchfield
... I refuse, How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes? For all the Gentiles and the Jews Against me ...
— Divine Songs • Isaac Watts
... were bound together, shore to shore, by a strange, mysterious tie. And two there are who, in their happy home, will oft look back upon that day, that 18th day of August, which gave to one of Britain's sons as fair and beautiful a bride as e'er went forth from the New England hills to ...
— Maggie Miller • Mary J. Holmes
... said Vebba, taking his leave, "and forgive my bluntness if I laughed at thy cropped head, for I see thou art as good a Saxon as e'er a franklin of Kent—and so the ...
— Harold, Complete - The Last Of The Saxon Kings • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... the board The guests had circled, e'er one ruby drop Of liquid passed their lips, or food was touched, The Virgins of the Court, in voices flowing, Did sing this song in honor of the Feast, While with a silent and a magical grace, The North-Lights danced, ...
— The Arctic Queen • Unknown
... the horseman's message. This is Deacon Nash. Beckoning him to follow, Squire Woodbridge steps out to the edge of the green, raises his musket to his shoulder and discharges it into the air. Deacon Nash coming up a moment later also raises and fires his gun, and e'er the last echoes have reverberated from the mountains, Squire Edwards, musket in hand, throws open his store door and stepping out on the ...
— The Duke of Stockbridge • Edward Bellamy
... contemning all things mean, His truth unquestioned and his soul severe, At no man's question was he e'er dismayed, Of no man's presence ...
— General Gordon - Saint and Soldier • J. Wardle
... Squire endu'd With gifts and knowledge, per'lous shrew'd. Never did trusty Squire with Knight, Or Knight with Squire, e'er jump more right. 625 Their arms and equipage did fit, As well as virtues, parts, and wit. Their valours too were of a rate; And out they sally'd at the gate. 630 Few miles on horseback had they jogged, But Fortune unto them turn'd dogged; ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler
... rest upon have I, No boast of moral dignity; If e'er I lisp a song of praise, Grace is the note ...
— The Power of Faith - Exemplified In The Life And Writings Of The Late Mrs. Isabella Graham. • Isabella Graham
... Smoke; Than Smoke, no other thing he sold, or made; Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade; His Capital all Smoke, Smoke all his store, 'Twas nothing else; but Lovers ask no more— And thousands enter daily at his door! Hence it was ever, and it e'er will be The trade most suited to his faculty:— Fed by the vapours of their heart's desire, No other food his Votaries require; For, that they seek—The Favour of the Fair, Is unsubstantial ...
— A Wanderer in Holland • E. V. Lucas
... add no more. Now I'm become fine gold, Such gold as none flings lightly to the wind, Fit for the best work eyes shall e'er behold. ...
— The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini • Benvenuto Cellini
... ordered me in here, and told me not to dare to show my nose out on deck again until I had his permission, or he'd have me hove over the rail. And I was to tell the passengers that they might go up on the poop if they liked; but that if e'er a one of 'em put his foot on the main-deck he'd be hove overboard without any palaver. Now, what d'ye think of that, sir, ...
— A Middy in Command - A Tale of the Slave Squadron • Harry Collingwood
... for his supper: What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it, Without e'er a knife? How will he be married ...
— Traditional Nursery Songs of England - With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists • Various
... nourished sadness, Estranged from hope and gladness, In this fast fading year. Ye with o'er-burdened mind Made aliens from your kind, Come gather here. Let not the useless sorrow Pursue you night and morrow, If e'er you hoped—hope now— Take heart: uncloud your faces, And join in our ...
— Christmas: Its Origin and Associations - Together with Its Historical Events and Festive Celebrations During Nineteen Centuries • William Francis Dawson
... boy, as deep a draught As e'er was filled, as e'er was quaffed; But let the water amply flow To cool the grape's intemperate glow. * * * * * For though the bowl's the grave of sadness Ne'er let it be the birth of madness No! banish from our board to night ...
— The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 8 - Epigrams, On With the Dance, Negligible Tales • Ambrose Bierce
... you, you say, and water we, Then as you wish, so let it be; But let us live in peace and right, Nor shall the fire e'er see us fight; So joined by wisdom's glowing flame, That without anger, hate, or blame, We form the steam, the fifth element, Progress and light, ...
— The Reign of Greed - Complete English Version of 'El Filibusterismo' • Jose Rizal
... and things tail-less, things tame, and things pugnacious; Rats, lions, curs, geese, pigeons, toadies and donkeys, Bears, dormice, and snakes, tigers, jackals, and monkeys: In short, a collection so curious, that no man E'er since could with NOAH compare as a show-man At length, JOHNNY BULL, with that clever fat head of his, Design'd a much stranger and comical edifice, To be call'd his "NEW HOUSE"—a queer sort of menagerie To hold ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. ...
— A Day with Keats • May (Clarissa Gillington) Byron
... created for ourselves alone, we alone would have sufficed to people and to quicken it, to give it voice and language, praise and love for all eternity! And who shall say that the human soul is not infinite? Who, beside the woman he adores, before the face of Nature, and beneath the eye of God, e'er felt the limits of existence, or of his power of life and love? O Love! the base may fear thee, and the wicked proscribe thee! Thou art the high priest of this world, the revealer of Immortality, the fire of the altar; and without thy ray man would not even ...
— Raphael - Pages Of The Book Of Life At Twenty • Alphonse de Lamartine
... a lass—a fair one As fair as e'er was seen, She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba queen. But fool, as I then was, I thought she loved me true, But now alas! she's left ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 2, December 1875 • Various
... came o'er its face Of the storms that raged elsewhere; No misty screen e'er crept between The sun and its image there; And its depths at night were gemmed with light By ...
— Poems • John L. Stoddard
... should give my hand to any other;— Describing what he knew that I should never Endure, if life should ever take that form. As little as himself would e'er have borne it A single hour, for he but made a show, Acquaint with me, and knowing it would cost The less of pain to wrench my heart from him, So soon as I had come to ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... make He did bestow in temper of the mind. But you broke into heaven's immortal store, Where virtue, honour, wit, and beauty lay; Which taking thence, you have escaped away, Yet stand as free as e'er you did before. Yet old Prometheus punished for his rape; Thus poor thieves suffer when the ...
— Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles - Idea, by Michael Drayton; Fidessa, by Bartholomew Griffin; Chloris, by William Smith • Michael Drayton, Bartholomew Griffin, and William Smith
... in thy sweetest wave Of the most living crystal that was e'er The haunt of river-Nymph, to gaze and lave Her limbs where nothing hid them, thou dost rear Thy grassy banks whereon the milk-white steer[448] Grazes—the purest God of gentle waters! And most serene of aspect, and most clear; Surely that stream was ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... wou'd be of mighty Advantage towards improving a Genius, to make its Employment, as much as possible, a Delight and Diversion, especially to young Minds. A Man toils at a Task, and finds his Spirits flag, and his Force abate, e'er he has gone half thro'; whereas he can put forth twice the Strength, and complain of no Fatigue, in following his Pleasures. Of so much Advantage is it to make Business a Pleasure, if possible, and engage the Mind in it out of Choice. It naturally reluctates against Constraint, and is most ...
— 'Of Genius', in The Occasional Paper, and Preface to The Creation • Aaron Hill
... woods, the mastiffs and the greyhounds young Actaeon leads, When destiny directs him into the doubtful and neglected way, Upon the track of savage beasts in forests wild. And here, between the waters, he sees a bust and face more beautiful than e'er was seen By mortal or divine, of scarlet, alabaster, and fine gold; He sees, and the great hunter straight becomes that which he hunts. The stag, that towards still thicker shades now goes with lighter steps, His own great dogs swiftly devour. So I extend ...
— The Heroic Enthusiasts,(1 of 2) (Gli Eroici Furori) - An Ethical Poem • Giordano Bruno
... even the squire from the great hall, majestic and stern though he be, with his awful wig and gold-headed cane! There are the fubsy boys—copied apparently from cherubim—who, with glowing, distended cheeks, are simpering on the ceiling, doing the tenor, with wide open mouths that would shame e'er a barn-door in the village; their red, stumpy fingers sprawling over the music which they are (not) reading. The pale, lantern-jawed youths, in yellow waistcoats and tall shirt-collars, who look ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 54, No. 338, December 1843 • Various
... Shah-in-Shah, an' the Aglaia, at this most alarmin' crisis. We've been no better than pirates these ten years. Under Providence we're no worse than thieves now. We've much to be thankful for—if we e'er ...
— The Day's Work, Volume 1 • Rudyard Kipling
... rest in peace, I trust in Thee; Thy faithful eye still watcheth me; For He who ever wakes and lives To loving hearts no night e'er gives. ...
— Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People • Eliza Lee Follen
... could I but enfold her Unto my heart once more, If aught could e'er restore me My darling ...
— Poems - Vol. IV • Hattie Howard
... seated round the kitchen fire The household sat, cheerful as if no word Or deed, provoked the injured father's ire, Or aught to make him sad had e'er occurred,— Thus spoke he to his son: "We quite forgot, I think, t'include that ...
— Sanders' Union Fourth Reader • Charles W. Sanders
... thy sun gone down In the deepest, darkest gloom, And the fondest joys thou'st known Buried are within that tomb. Earth no solace e'er can bring To thy torn and bleeding heart— Time nor art extract the sting From the ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII. No. 5. May 1848 • Various
... country's dominion over far-distant seas; and many an anxious eye, that dwelt upon the receding shore, and many an aching heart, that felt itself severed from home and its endearments, did she carry away in her rapid flight. Some there were to whom the painful reflection presented itself—"Shall I e'er behold those cherished shores again?" This, however, was but a transitory feeling, soon chased away by Hope, who delights to throw her sunny beams on the distance, while she leaves the foreground to the dark reality of life. All felt deeply, but there was none whose mental sufferings could ...
— The King's Own • Captain Frederick Marryat
... roars, "You should all block your doors Or be named in the Devil's indentures:" And here I agree, For who e'er would be A Guest where old ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulcher, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And ...
— The Boys' Life of Mark Twain • Albert Bigelow Paine
... vile and sad, Dance on; let innocence be gay.' Ah, none but I discern'd her looks, When in the throng she pass'd me by, For love is like a ghost, and brooks Only the chosen seer's eye; And who but she could e'er divine The halo and the happy trance, When her bright arm reposed on mine, In all the pauses ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... blunt, fat fellows, that by how much the more they exceed in courage, fall short in understanding. Unless perhaps one had rather choose Demosthenes for a soldier, who, following the example of Archilochius, threw away his arms and betook him to his heels e'er he had scarce seen his enemy; as ill a soldier, ...
— The Praise of Folly • Desiderius Erasmus
... of dreams are there, Fancies as vain as the joys they bear, Vain—for think we that good has neared, It slips through the hand or e'er 't has appeared, And the vision has vanished on wings that keep Company ...
— Roads from Rome • Anne C. E. Allinson
... Fastnet sweeps Is not a whit more pure— The goat that down Cnoc Sheehy leaps Has not a foot more sure. No firmer hand nor freer eye E'er faced an autumn gale— De Courcy's heart is not so high— The Boatman ...
— Thomas Davis, Selections from his Prose and Poetry • Thomas Davis
... met. With Durendal my sword I'll strike again, And, comrade, you shall strike with Halteclere. These swords in lands so many have we held, Battles with them so many brought to end, No evil song shall e'er be sung ...
— The Song of Roland • Anonymous
... had never lost one of their many children, or had any trouble "to speak of." "For there was no call to count his eldest son's running off with a dairymaid, it being well beknown," they would observe with severity, "that his mother never would let e'er a one of the young madams as were suitable to marry him come nigh ...
— Fated to Be Free • Jean Ingelow
... teach this lad; in all their country toil Join, nor ask better fare than cheese, black bread, Butter or curds, and milk, nor better bed Than litter of dried fern or lentisk yields, Such as they all sleep soundly on and dream, (If e'er they dream) of places where it grew,— Where they have gathered mushrooms, eaten berries, Or found the sheep they lost, or killed a fox, Or snared the kestrel, or so played their pipes Some maid showed pleasure, sighed, nay even wept. There to ...
— Georgian Poetry 1911-12 • Various
... I hung, and shuddering knew That human help was none; One thinking soul mid the horrid crew, In the ghastly desert I was alone— Deeper than human speech e'er sounded, By the sad waste's ...
— Rampolli • George MacDonald
... fond heart! I talk of things that are not; and if prayers By night and day availed from my weak lips, Then should they never be! till I was gone, Before the friends I loved, to my long home. Oh pardon me, if e'er I say too much; my mind Too often strangely turns to ribald mirth, As though I had no doubt nor hope beyond— Or brooding melancholy cloys my soul With thoughts of days misspent, of wasted time And bitter feelings swallowed up in jests. Then strange and fearful thoughts flit o'er my brain By indistinctness ...
— Andromeda and Other Poems • Charles Kingsley
... the interruption, "working along with the exploring gang, our stock of liquor fell short, and we had to make the best of it in the cold with a spirt of spirits and a pinch of sugar, drowned in more hot water than had ever got down the throat of e'er a man of the lot of us before. We christened the brew 'Squaw's Mixture,' because it was such weak stuff that even a woman couldn't have got drunk on it if she tried. Squaw means woman in those parts, ...
— Hide and Seek • Wilkie Collins
... their individual and peculiar tastes, tendencies, likes and dislikes, desires and passions; men and women looking at things in ways of their own, influenced by such and such prejudices, such and such hopes and fears. Every one has his own disposition, his own history, which began long e'er he came upon the earth in far-off ancestors, who bequeathed to him the inheritance of themselves to be a blessing or a curse, or, what is more frequent, both a blessing and a curse, as circumstances and free-will may decide. Here are racial instincts, tribal qualities, individual idiosyncrasies, ...
— The Message and the Man: - Some Essentials of Effective Preaching • J. Dodd Jackson
... wilt, and let thy reason go To ransom truth even to th' abyss below; Rally the scattered causes: and that line Which nature twists, be able to untwine; It is thy Maker's will, for unto none, But unto reason can He e'er be known. ...
— Sir Thomas Browne and his 'Religio Medici' - an Appreciation • Alexander Whyte
... well! you've one friend more than you're aware of. If the Squire's taste don't suit with your's, I warrant That's all you'll quarrel with: walk in and taste His beer, old friend! and see if your old Lady E'er broached a better cask. You did not know me, But we're acquainted now. 'Twould not be easy To make you like the outside; but within— That is not changed my friend! you'll always find The same old bounty and old ...
— Poems, 1799 • Robert Southey
... whoe'er thou art, whose steps are led. By choice or fate, these lonely shores to tread, No greater wonders east or west can boast Than yon small island on the pleasing coast. If e'er thy sight would blissful scenes explore, The current pass, and seek ...
— Critical and Historical Essays, Volume III (of 3) • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... me with the remark, "I wants you, Bill;" and seem' me too parerlyzed to bolt, he pops me in that 'ere jug vithout e'er a handle. ...
— Stephen Archer and Other Tales • George MacDonald
... it is the lightest ill I will commit. A race of wicked acts Shall flow out of my anger, and o'erspread The world's wide face, which no posterity Shall e'er approve, nor yet keep ...
— Literary Remains, Vol. 2 • Coleridge
... that e'er I bore Shall spoil my future peace, For death and hell can do no more Than ...
— Hymns and Spiritual Songs • Isaac Watts
... sure has sworn, No one near him should be Poor. Swear, that none e'er had such a graceful Art, Fortune's Free-Gifts as freely to impart, With an unenvious Hand, and ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... them tower; Some clothed thee in fantastic dress; Some thought thee as the unknown Power, I, e'er the unknown Loveliness. ...
— Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure • W.D. Lighthall
... no time to squander e'er Have Norsemen bold, He came self-bidden 'mongst us here," Thus Carl was told; "If we can drive him back agen, We now must try!" And it was Peter Colbiornsen Made that reply. Thus for ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... board, The long details which feuds afford, And discontent is prone to hold, Absorb the factious and the cold;— Absorb dull minds, who, in despair, The standard grasp of worldly care, Which none can quit who once adore— They love, confide, and hope no more; Seek not for truth, nor e'er aspire To nurse that immaterial fire, From whose most healthful warmth proceed Each real joy and generous deed; Which, once extinct, no toil or pain Can kindle into life again, To light the then unvarying ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham
... it was a sturdy mountain oak, His line, a cable which no storm e'er broke, His hook he baited with a dragon's tail, And sat upon a rock ...
— Wild Northern Scenes - Sporting Adventures with the Rifle and the Rod • S. H. Hammond
... through the veins. Ere we retired The cock had crowed, and now the eastern sky Was kindling, not unseen, from humble copse And open field, through which the pathway wound, And homeward led my steps. Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld—in front, The sea lay laughing at a distance; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in Empyrean light; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn— Dews, vapors, and the melody of birds, And laborers ...
— The International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 7 - Of Literature, Art, and Science, August 12, 1850 • Various
... stood When the carriage I stopped, The gold and the jewels Its inmates would drop. No poor man I plundered Nor e'er did oppress The widows or ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various
... God One single thought on Indians e'er bestowed; To them his care extends, or even knew, Before Columbus ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 88, February, 1865 • Various
... "This ugly goat Should never thus run at loose." Said the second, "I wish they'd cut the throat Of that noisy cackling goose." And so it happened when e'er that they Would meet each other upon the way They'd bicker and hicker the livelong day In the key of ...
— Pepper & Salt - or, Seasoning for Young Folk • Howard Pyle
... "If you e'er feel inclination To the village forth to wander, 430 Ask permission ere thou goest, There to gossip with the strangers. In the time that you are absent, Speak thy words with heedful caution, Do not grumble at your household, Nor ...
— Kalevala, Volume I (of 2) - The Land of the Heroes • Anonymous
... words and manner, Maude raised her eyes wonderingly to his, and looking into the shining orbs, he thought how soft, how beautiful they were, but little, little did he dream their light would e'er be quenched in midnight darkness. A while longer they talked together, Mr. De Vere promising to send a servant to take her home in the morning. Then, as the sun had set and the night shadows were deepening ...
— Cousin Maude • Mary J. Holmes
... him, he's past Grace, lost, gone: not a Souse, not a Groat; good b'ye to you, Sir. Madam, I beg your Pardon; the next time I come a wooing, it shall be for my self, Madam, and I have something that will justify it too; but as for this Fellow, if your Ladyship have e'er a small Page at leisure, I desire he may have Order to kick him down Stairs. A damn'd Rogue, to be civil now, when he shou'd have behav'd himself handsomely! Not an Acre, not a Shilling—buy Sir Softhead. [Going out meets Wild, and returns.] Hah, who have we here, ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. II • Aphra Behn
... have we wonder'd that on Irish ground No poisonous reptile has e'er yet been found; Reveal'd the secret stands of nature's work, She saved her venom ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 74, March 29, 1851 • Various
... from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet; Or thorns compose ...
— The Story of the Hymns and Tunes • Theron Brown and Hezekiah Butterworth
... driving winter off with vernal heat And tepid sap luxuriantly strong. Winter has drawn aloof his snowy powers To the high peaks that domineer the plain, And, like a vanquished leader, grimly lowers, From a safe distance, on the victor's reign. E'er many months have passed, his arrowy showers And gusty cohorts ...
— Literary Tours in The Highlands and Islands of Scotland • Daniel Turner Holmes
... The tombe of Beauchampe, and sword of Sir Guy a Warwicke, The great long Dutchman, and roaring Marget a Barwicke, The mummied Princes, and Caesar's wine yet i' Dover, Saint James his ginney-hens, the Cassawarway[2] moreover, The Beaver i' the Parke (strange Beast as e'er any man saw), Downe-shearing Willowes with teeth as sharpe as a hand-saw, The lance of John a Gaunt, and Brandon's still i' the Tower, The fall of Ninive, with Norwich built in an hower. King Henries slip-shoes, the sword of valiant Edward, The Coventry Boares-shield, and fire-workes ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 215, December 10, 1853 • Various
... whose fingers did draw up the young Plant of your body: to me you looked e'er sprung The secret of the moon within your eyes! My mouth you met before your fine red mouth Was set to song—and never your song denies My love, till you ...
— New Poems • D. H. Lawrence
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