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More "O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and, darkening still, aspire To where afar rich orange lustres glow 160 Round undistinguished clouds, and rocks, and snow: Or, led where Via Mala's chasms confine The indignant waters of the infant Rhine, Hang o'er the abyss, whose else impervious gloom [46] His burning eyes with fearful light ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1 of 8 • Edited by William Knight
... many years ago, love, Since you came courting me? Through oak-tree wood and o'er the lea, With rosy cheeks and waistcoat gay, And mostly not a word to say,— How many years ago, love, How ...
— Verses for Children - and Songs for Music • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... ..."Strew me o'er With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave; embalm Then lay ...
— Infelice • Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
... poet so studious of fitness of language as Tennyson would hardly, I suspect, have thrown off such words on such an occasion haphazard. If the analogy is to be inexorably criticised, may it not be urged that, having in his mind not the mere passage 'o'er life's solemn main,' which we all are taking, with or without reflection, but the near approach to an unexplored ocean beyond it, he was mentally assigning to the pilot in whom his confidence was fast the status of the navigator of old days, ...
— Adventures in Criticism • Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... fellow-feeling O'er them stealing, Made them kind; "Touch of nature" that is dental Makes no ...
— Punch Volume 102, May 28, 1892 - or the London Charivari • Various
... ye are still immortal, although no longer ye hover o'er Olympus. The Crescent glitters on your mountain's base, and Crosses spring from out its toppling crags. But in vain the Mufti, and the Patriarch, and the Pope flout at your past traditions. They are married to man's memory by the sweetest ...
— The Young Duke • Benjamin Disraeli
... form leapt O'er the fence and crept Through the ditch, with his thief's heart quaking; But the face of the maid No hint betrayed That she noticed the brambles shaking, Till she saw him clear Of her one wild fear— The chance ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, March 14, 1917 • Various
... moon o'er the plain, red sinks the sun in the west, Look, wizards, and bid them farewell! We count you by hundreds, you who cried for a curse on the king. Ha! soon ...
— Nada the Lily • H. Rider Haggard
... sea! the calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort, And unseen Mermaids' pearly song Comes bubbling up, the weeds among. Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar; To sea, to sea! the ...
— Flag and Fleet - How the British Navy Won the Freedom of the Seas • William Wood
... greatest wit and tease— Who treats his friends like Paddy Whack, his love for them to prove; And Tully great, whose talent flows in just as great a groove; Then Hodder, of the "Morning Herald," sheds the light he brings, And Albert Smith the mighty—and the Poet's self who sings. O'er these our ancient Nestor rules, who lived when lived Queen Anne, And even knew old Japhet—or 'twas so ...
— The History of "Punch" • M. H. Spielmann
... law, that states collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress; crowning ...
— Remember the Alamo • Amelia E. Barr
... sending you, dear flowers, Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold graves where you lie; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell, And you softly smile that 't is so, As ...
— Flower Fables • Louisa May Alcott
... the Amazon, folding her arms in a defiant manner, while through the open door they could now hear distinctly the cobbler's subdued and singularly toneless voice meandering on—"O'er earth's green fields, ...
— Herb of Grace • Rosa Nouchette Carey
... author landed at Alexandria, there were many scenes and sounds to dispel all romantic notions; among these "a yelling chorus of donkey boys shrieking, 'Ride, sir!—donkey, sir!—I say, sir!' in excellent English. The placid sphinxes, brooding o'er the Nile, disappeared with that wild shriek of the donkey boys. You might be as well impressed with Wapping as with your ...
— Heads and Tales • Various
... manse into the clachan to bid him farewell, and I met him just coming from his mother's door, as blithe as a bee, in his sailor's dress, with a stick, and a bundle tied in a Barcelona silk handkerchief hanging o'er his shoulder, and his two little brothers were with him, and his sisters, Kate and Effie, looking out from the door all begreeten; but his mother was in the house, praying to the Lord to protect her orphan, as she afterwards told me. All the weans of the clachan ...
— The Annals of the Parish • John Galt
... memory here's a health, And to his gallant tars, And, may our British seamen bold Despise both wounds and scars; Make France and Spain, And all the main, And all their foes to know, Britons reign o'er the main While the stormy ...
— Routledge's Manual of Etiquette • George Routledge
... day, and feasting o'er, and come was evening hour, The time was nigh when new made brides retire to nuptial bower, 'Our Castle's wont,' a bride's man said, 'hath been both firm and long— No guest to harbour in our halls till he shall ...
— The Betrothed • Sir Walter Scott
... has caused be made, All such as high born damsels wear; Then away rode he o'er hill and lea To seek King ...
— Hafbur and Signe - a ballad • Thomas J. Wise
... the dusk and dew of night Fell softly o'er the plain, As though o'er man's dread work of death The angels wept again, And drew night's curtain gently round A thousand beds ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 8 • Various
... hung By silver Avon's holy shore, Till twice a hundred years roll'd o'er, When SHE, the bold enchantress, came With fearless hand and heart on flame,— From the pale willow snatched the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure, Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspiring strain Deem'd their ...
— The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851 • Various
... high elevation. To the east and southeast of the top of this mountain lies the great Jordan valley with the mountains of Moab in the background. It was from one of these peaks, Mount Nebo, that Moses viewed the landscape o'er. Only about fifteen miles to the northeast lies the Sea of Galilee, also called the Sea of Tiberias and Lake of Gennesaret. One cannot see the water in this lake, but the depression where it lies is ...
— Birdseye Views of Far Lands • James T. Nichols
... dear father, stop home with us pray! Poor mother's deserted, she said, And she wept o'er your absence one night, till away From our home to your lodge-room I sped. A man with a red collar came out and smiled, And patted my cheeks, cold and blue, And I told him I was a good Templar's child, And was ...
— Alvira: the Heroine of Vesuvius • A. J. O'Reilly
... but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er: Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from ...
— The Children's Portion • Various
... the brave old band, we gather here once more, With smiling eye and clasping hand, to fight our battles o'er. To quaff from out the brimming cup of old-time memory, And bright relight the pathway of our old Tennessee. As myriad sparks of war's romance our meetings warm inspire; The heady fight, the anxious march, the jolly bivouac fire; The days of doubt, of hope, ...
— The Battle of Atlanta - and Other Campaigns, Addresses, Etc. • Grenville M. Dodge
... made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art ...
— Creative Chemistry - Descriptive of Recent Achievements in the Chemical Industries • Edwin E. Slosson
... Jill-o'er-the-ground is purple blue, Blue is the quaker-maid, The wild geranium holds its dew Long in the boulder's shade. Wax-red hangs the cup From the huckleberry boughs, In barberry bells the grey moths sup, Or where the choke-cherry ...
— Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools - Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists • Various
... into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair: If I try to escape, they surround me; They ...
— The Recreations of A Country Parson • A. K. H. Boyd
... Mary, From thy bright throne above; Send down upon thy children One holy glance of love! And if a heart so tender With pity flows not o'er, Then turn, O Mother Mary, And ...
— The Beth Book - Being a Study of the Life of Elizabeth Caldwell Maclure, a Woman of Genius • Sarah Grand
... carriage at last! She turned back with a beaming face, and rustled up the aisle as though she were the heroine of the occasion. A flutter of expectation went through the church. The organist plunged abruptly into "The Voice that Breathed o'er Eden." ...
— The Tidal Wave and Other Stories • Ethel May Dell
... done and said When Britain first, at Heaven's command When cats run home, and light is come When daffodils begin to peer, When daisies pied and violets blue, When Hercules did use to spin When icicles hang by the wall When love with unconfined wings When o'er the hill the Eastern star When the British warrior queen When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye 's come hame When this old cap was new When we two parted Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle Where the bee sucks, there lurk I While larks with little wing Who is ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... courtly leaves of strawberries, old England's grace and glory, Emblazoned o'er the castle-keeps that moulder nigh and hoary, What comfort for your drooping days, what balm in dire dejection, That yonder orchid spruce extends his shelter ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, April 2, 1892 • Various
... dog-star's ray, Some, too early mown, doth lay; Some in graceful shocks doth stand Nodding farewell to the land That did give it life and birth; Some is borne, with shout and mirth, Drooping o'er the groaning wain. Through the deep embowered lane; And the happy cottaged poor, Hail it, as it glooms their door, With a glad, unselfish cry, Though ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, - Issue 268, August 11, 1827 • Various
... I turn me not to view its bonds, For I will never feel them. Italy, Thy late reviving Roman soul desponds Beneath the lie this state-thing breathed o'er thee. Thy clanking chain and Erin's yet green wounds Have voices, tongues to cry aloud for me. Europe has slaves, allies, kings, armies still, And Southey lives to sing them ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
... sons of Sparta, who at Phoebus' shrine Your humble vows prefer, attentive hear The god's decision. O'er your beauteous lands Two guardian kings, a senate, and the voice Of the concurring people, lasting laws Shall ...
— Ideal Commonwealths • Various
... Singing, smiling, dimpling down To a mossy nook and brown, Under bending boughs of May; Where the nodding wind-flower grows, And the coolwort's lovely pink, Brooding o'er the brooklet's brink Dips and blushes ...
— The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems • Kate Seymour Maclean
... burst of sweet music, the listeners hear, The stars and the angels give warning— He is coming in beauty, this joyful New Year, O'er the flower-strewn ...
— Threads of Grey and Gold • Myrtle Reed
... of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the ...
— The Children's Own Longfellow • Henry W. Longfellow
... I have it, as I told you, here; mean time we must put on a seeming kindness, call them our benefactors and dear brethren, pipe them within the danger of our net, and then we'll draw it o'er them: When they're in, no mercy, ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18) - Amboyna; The state of Innocence; Aureng-Zebe; All for Love • John Dryden
... your tea, lad?' for it were all ready for him on the table. Still he doesn't speak, but just gets up and goes to the door, and then to the hearth- stone, and then he claps his head on his hands as though he were fretting o'er summat. 'Aren't you well, Sammul?' says I. 'Quite well, mother,' says he, very short like. So I just turns me round to go out, when he jumps up and says, 'Mother:' and I could see by the tears in his eyes that he were very full. 'Mother,' says he again, and then he crouches him down again. You ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... nurse The tender unsown increase, and from heaven Shed on man's sowing the riches of your rain: And thou, even thou, of whom we know not yet What mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon, Whether to watch o'er cities be thy will, Great Caesar, and to take the earth in charge, That so the mighty world may welcome thee Lord of her increase, master of her times, Binding thy mother's myrtle round thy brow, Or as the boundless ocean's God thou come, Sole dread of seamen, till ...
— The Georgics • Virgil
... the pleugh; The blackening trains o' craws to their repose The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes; This night his weekly moil is at an end; Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... Their sepulchre how narrow! I clothed them all in shrouds of rhyme And many sad and solemn songs O'er them I sang from ...
— Foma Gordyeff - (The Man Who Was Afraid) • Maxim Gorky
... tied up outside, and leisurely drove into the picturesque old town which lay at the head of the valley. All along the main street he met many acquaintances, and with each he found it necessary to stop and have a talk, indeed with two he had a modest half-pint. At length, however, his labour o'er, he arrived at Mr. Quest's office, that, as all the Boisingham world knows, was just opposite the church, of which Mr. Quest was one of the churchwardens, and which but two years before was beautifully restored, mainly owing to his efforts and generous contributions. Driving up to the ...
— Colonel Quaritch, V.C. - A Tale of Country Life • H. Rider Haggard
... saddest day hath gleams of light, The darkest wave hath bright foam near it. And, twinkles o'er the cloudiest night, Some solitary star ...
— The World As I Have Found It - Sequel to Incidents in the Life of a Blind Girl • Mary L. Day Arms
... soft, and warm; As over his shoulder she bent, the light Of her brilliant eyes upon his page Soon filled his soul with mild delight, And the good old chap forgot his age. And the good St. Anthony boggled his eyes So quickly o'er his old black book,— Ho! Ho! at the corners they 'gan to rise, And he couldn't ...
— The Mark of the Beast • Sidney Watson
... Prince over him, "O knight, the bravest, best, Thy plumes are dyed in hero's blood— Henceforth they are my crest!" And still they wave o'er England's crown, And teach the young and brave, When all is lost but honor, then ...
— Harper's Young People, October 19, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... magician's mantle cover All this day-world from my sight, That for aye thy form may hover O'er ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... little White Cup, Our Lady of the Field; We will watch o'er you and keep you and from all danger shield; You are prettier than the Daisy with her yellow eye so bright, You are like a waxen blossom in ...
— Sandman's Goodnight Stories • Abbie Phillips Walker
... Thy last match is o'er; Thy bat, ball, and wicket, Are needed no more. To thy sister we turn, For her coming we pray: Her worshippers burn For ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 1, 1892 • Various
... Be he an angel or a man, you both, And thou especially wouldst gladly show Substantial services in just requital. Now to an angel what great services Have ye the power to do? To sing his praise - Melt in transporting contemplation o'er him - Fast on his holiday—and squander alms - What nothingness of use! To me at least It seems your neighbour gains much more than he By all this pious glow. Not by your fasting Is he made fat; not by your squandering, rich; Nor by your transports is his glory exalted; Nor by your faith ...
— Nathan the Wise • Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
... mother thy wailing can hear, No mother can hasten to banish thy fear; For the slave-owner drives her, o'er mountain and wild, And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor child! Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal The anguish that none but a mother can feel, When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod On her child, who is stricken ...
— The Anti-Slavery Harp • Various
... She o'er all Hearts and Toasts must reign, Whose Eyes outsparkle bright Champaign; Or (when she will vouchsafe to smile,) The Brilliant ...
— The Merry-Thought: or the Glass-Window and Bog-House Miscellany. Part 1 • Samuel Johnson [AKA Hurlo Thrumbo]
... trance keeps troth: For Helen is in Egypt all the while, Learning great magic from the Wife of Thoth. Throned white and high on red-rose porphyry, And coifed with golden wings, she lifts her eyes O'er Nile's green lavers where most sacredly The Pattern of the myriad Lotos lies, Unto those clear horizons jasper-pale Her heavenly Brethren ...
— The Hours of Fiammetta - A Sonnet Sequence • Rachel Annand Taylor
... "And o'er the hills and far away, Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Through all the world ...
— Judy • Temple Bailey
... flag the breeze has kissed; Through ages long the morning sun Has risen o'er the early mist The flags of men to look upon. And some were red against the sky, And some with colors true were gay, And some in shame were born to die, For Flags of hate must pass away. Such symbols fall as men depart, Brief is the reign of arrant might; The vicious and ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... a sound of revelry by night, And proud Glencaid had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women ...
— Bob Hampton of Placer • Randall Parrish
... an act of grace, A mark of honor to their race. And as to shepherds, one may swear, The fate your majesty describes, Is recompense less full than fair For such usurpers o'er our tribes." ...
— Classic French Course in English • William Cleaver Wilkinson
... some most pure and noble face, Seen in the thronged and hurrying street, Sheds o'er the world a sudden grace, A flying odor sweet, Then passing leaves the cheated sense Balked with a ...
— A Man's Value to Society - Studies in Self Culture and Character • Newell Dwight Hillis
... up the street that is Vigo Or alight on the Lane that is Mark; You may let your incredulous eye go O'er each Crescent and Corner and Park; You may hunt through the humblest of alleys Or the giddiest haunts of the town, And Kelly's, who're "safe" as the Palace, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 150, January 5, 1916 • Various
... Barton to his daughter, "what's come o'er thee and Jem Wilson? You were great friends ...
— The World's Greatest Books, Vol IV. • Editors: Arthur Mee and J.A. Hammerton
... dead swallow The fly shall follow O'er Burra-panee, Then we will forget The wrongs we have ...
— George Borrow - The Man and His Books • Edward Thomas
... objects I indulge my sight, And turn where Eastern pomp gives gay delight; See the vast train in various habits drest, By the bright scimitar and sable vest, The proud vizier distinguish'd o'er the rest; Six slaves in gay attire his bridle hold, His bridle rich with gems, and stirrups gold; His snowy steed adorn'd with costly pride, Whole troops of soldiers mounted by his side, These top the plumy crest Arabian courtiers guide. With artful duty, all decline their eyes, No bellowing ...
— Letters of the Right Honourable Lady M—y W—y M—e • Lady Mary Wortley Montague
... castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which hear the vine; And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine And scattered cities ...
— The Youthful Wanderer - An Account of a Tour through England, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany • George H. Heffner
... think it over for a moment and you will see that it is as old as the hills. It is merely a systematisation on a scientific basis of the method mothers have intuitively practised since the world began. "Sleep, baby, sleep. Angels are watching o'er thee,"—what is this but a particular suggestion? How does a wise mother proceed when her little one falls and grazes its hand? She says something of this kind: "Let me kiss it and then it will be well." She kisses it, and with her assurance that the pain has gone the child runs happily ...
— The Practice of Autosuggestion • C. Harry Brooks
... meekly clings to it. The aim of all Is how to shine: e'en they, whose office is To preach the Gospel, let the gospel sleep, And pass their own inventions off instead. One tells, how at Christ's suffering the wan moon Bent back her steps, and shadow'd o'er the sun With intervenient disk, as she withdrew: Another, how the light shrouded itself Within its tabernacle, and left dark The Spaniard and the Indian, with the Jew. Such fables Florence in her pulpit hears, Bandied about more frequent, than the names ...
— The Divine Comedy, Complete - The Vision of Paradise, Purgatory and Hell • Dante Alighieri
... warlike men wielding bright weapons, Wearing grey corslets and boar-adorned helmets, Who o'er the water-paths come with your foaming keel Ploughing the ocean surge? I was appointed Warden of Denmark's shores; watch hold I by the wave That on this Danish coast no deadly enemy Leading troops over sea should land to injure. None have here landed yet more frankly ...
— Hero-Myths & Legends of the British Race • Maud Isabel Ebbutt
... The tower which long has stood The crash of tempests, and the warring winds, Shook by the sure but slow destroyer, Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 207, October 15, 1853 • Various
... bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, White late-bare earth proud of her clothing springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her songbook making; And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth: While grief her heart oppresseth, For Tereus' force o'er her ...
— Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age • Various
... of magic power To give him life and zest, Some animating heart-given dower Whose wealth is interest. Few, few there are who know the force That dormant lies in many a brain, Who trace inertia to its source Or see how mind o'er mind may reign. ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape, He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape. 'Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough, One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.' And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing ...
— The Man from Snowy River • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson
... steal; Sometimes, on joyous wing, to Heaven it soars, Sometimes, like Philomel, its woes deplores. For, oh! this a song that ne'er can die, It seeks the heart of all humanity. In the deep cavern and the darksome lair, The sea of ether o'er the realm of air, In every nook my song shall still be heard, And all creation, with sad yearning stirred, United in a full, exultant choir, Pray thee to grant the singer's fond desire. E'en when the ivy o'er my grave hath grown, Still ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... within two spears' length of each other's grip upon the rim of the vale; and hot with haste the one, and with fear the other, they dash along the rugged path of Kealia, and rush downward to the sea. They bound o'er the fearful path of clinkers. Their torn feet heed not the pointed stones. The elder seeks the shelter of the taboo; and now, both roused by the outcries of a crowd that swarm on the bluffs around, they put forth their remaining strength and strive who shall gain first ...
— Hawaiian Folk Tales - A Collection of Native Legends • Various
... "how beautiful, how brave;" Still, still, her oaths thy Constance keeps; The laurel decks the victor's grave, O'er thine ...
— The Loyalists, Vol. 1-3 - An Historical Novel • Jane West
... from Ravenswood Came Injuns o'er the plain, And seized upon that beauteous maid And rent ...
— Love-Songs of Childhood • Eugene Field
... as he goes Leathern-gaitered o'er the snows, From his hat and from his nose Knocks the ice; And the panes are frosted o'er, And the lawn is crisp and hoar, As has been ...
— Fly Leaves • C. S. Calverley
... by her side, Along the gay parterre; And look where the loud laugh proclaims The cits and their cameleon dames, The gaudy Cheapside fair, Drest in all colours o' the shop, Fashion'd for the Easter hop, To grace the civic feast, Where the great Lord Mayor presides O'er tallow, ribands, rags, and hides, The sultan o' the east. The would-be poet, Ch-s L-h,{54} Comes saunt'ring with his graces three, The little gay coquettes. After, view the Cyprian corps Of well-known traders, many score, From Bang to Angel M-tz, A heedless, giddy, ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle
... thought! I'll figure by the letters that I brought How glad you are to see me. Only one? And that one from a lady? I'm undone! That, lightly skimmed, you'll think me such a bore, And wonder why I did not bring you four. It's ever thus: a woman cannot get So many letters that she will not fret O'er one that did not come." "I'll prove you wrong," I answered gayly, "here upon the spot! This little letter, precious if not long, Is just the one, of all you might have brought, To please me. You have heard me speak, I'm ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... O'er classic ground my humble feet did plod, My bosom beating with the glow of song; And high-born fancy walk'd with me along, Treading ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 12, - Issue 343, November 29, 1828 • Various
... o'er the iron road, We hurry by some fair abode; The garden bright amidst the hay, The yellow wain upon the way, The dining men, the wind that sweeps Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps - The gable grey, the hoary roof, Here now—and now so far aloof. How sorely then ...
— The Roots of the Mountains • William Morris
... love! I know how, wasted, broken, The trusting heart learns its sad lesson o'er— Counting the roses Passion's lips have spoken, Amid the thorns that ...
— International Weekly Miscellany Vol. I. No. 3, July 15, 1850 • Various
... instant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young doctor of Rome; his name is Balthazar. I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Antonio the merchant: we turned o'er many books together: he is furnished with my opinion: which, bettered with his own learning, the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend, comes with him, at my importunity, to fill up your grace's request in ...
— The Ontario Readers: The High School Reader, 1886 • Ministry of Education
... of every land the pride; Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside. Where shall that land, that ...
— With the Guards' Brigade from Bloemfontein to Koomati Poort and Back • Edward P. Lowry
... Drowsing o'er my sainted briar, Dreaming dreams of Heart's Desire, Dreaming 'neath the August sun, Thus my meditations run— What if that great Ember bright Were a monster Pipe alight, Or the glowing from afar Of some Fire-God's ...
— The Smoker's Year Book • Oliver Herford
... which, intercepting the clear light, Hangs o'er thy eyes, and blunts thy mortal sight, ...
— Essays and Tales • Joseph Addison
... she hovers o'er the web the while, Reads, as it grows, thy figured story there; Now she explains the texture with a smile, And now the woof interprets with ...
— Wyandotte • James Fenimore Cooper
... inflammation, which no cooling herb Or medicinal liquor can asswage, Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp. Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er To death's benumming opium as my only cure, Thence faintings, swoonings of despair, And ...
— David Elginbrod • George MacDonald
... brave old flag drooped o'er him,— A fold in the hard hand lay; He looked perchance on the play,— But the scene was a shadow before him, For his ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... ere that fever leaves the granite veins, Down thunders o'er the waste a torrid sea: Now Flood, now Fire, alternate despot reigns,— Immortal foes ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 7, No. 44, June, 1861 • Various
... me no terror holds, Yet one fear presses on my mind, That death should on me helpless play A satire of the bitter kind. For much I fear that o'er my corpse The scalding tears of friends shall flow, And that, too late, they should with zeal Fresh flowers upon my body throw. That fate sardonic should recall The ones I loved to my cold side, And make me lying in the ground, The object of love ...
— Virgin Soil • Ivan S. Turgenev
... the streamlet, As o'er the bridge we lean; We watch its hurried ripples We mark its golden green. Oh, the men of the north are stalwart, And the norland lasses fair; And cheerily breathes around us The bracing norland air. We smoke our black old meerschaums, We smoke from morn till night, While cheerily ring ...
— Two Knapsacks - A Novel of Canadian Summer Life • John Campbell
... more, my bold associates, welcome. Mark What cheery aspects look upon our landing: The face of Nature dimples o'er with smiles, The heav'ns are cloudless, whiles the princely sun, As glad to greet us in his fair ...
— The Indian Princess - La Belle Sauvage • James Nelson Barker
... returned with olive branch to her: Her lamp burned dimly, yet its flick'ring light, Guided the wanderer thro' the lengthen'd night. Oft in her weary search, she paused the while, To catch one gleam of hope—one favour'd smile; But the dim mists of ignorance still threw, Their blighting influence o'er the famish'd few, Who deigned to look upon that lustrous eye, Which ...
— Forty Centuries of Ink • David N. Carvalho
... dreams you will,— Beckon up the rocky slope and summon o'er the hill,— Summon us to do and dare all the deeds of yore Till the battle ceases, and ...
— Oklahoma Sunshine • Freeman E. (Freeman Edwin) Miller
... her sable curtain spreads, And darkness falls on sea and land, In silent beauty, o'er our heads, The ...
— Hymns from the East - Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the - Holy Eastern Church • John Brownlie
... my inflexible desire! Before the eyes of all the soldiery I wronged the holy code of war; and now By my free death I wish to glorify it. My brothers, what's the one poor victory I yet may snatch from Wrangel worth to you Against the triumph o'er the balefullest Of foes within, that I achieve at dawn— The insolent and disobedient heart. Now shall the alien, seeking to bow down Our shoulders 'neath his yoke, be crushed; and, free, The man of Brandenburg shall take his stand Upon the mother soil, for it ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IV • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... sighed the maids assembled; Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled; And when I coughed all thought the end was near! I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me - For I was loved beyond all other men. Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me - Ah me, I was ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... that is blown o'er thy locks, Thou heedst not, nor the roar of the gale; Sleep babe, sleep the sea, And sleep my sea ...
— The Interdependence of Literature • Georgina Pell Curtis
... lavish bounty scatters? But yet, ye great triumvirate—I fear To call you back to earth, for ye debas'd With vile impurities the comic muse, And made her delicate mouth pronounce such things As would disgust a Wilmot in full blood, Or shock an Atheist roaring o'er his cups[13] O shameful profligate abuse of powers, Indulg'd to you for higher, nobler purposes, Than to pollute the sacred fount of virtue, Which, plac'd by heaven, ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor - Vol. I. No. 3. March 1810 • Various
... alone. Above, the heavens were spread; below, the flood Was murmuring in its caves; the wind had blown Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead shone. A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains; Before its blue and moveless depths were flying Grey mists, poured forth from the unresting fountains Of darkness in the north—the day was dying. Sudden the sun shone forth; its beams were lying Like boiling gold on Ocean, ...
— Olive - A Novel • Dinah Maria Craik, (AKA Dinah Maria Mulock)
... and the listless shuffling of the feet of others, who, having, as they sanguinely thought, completely mastered their tasks, had nothing further to occupy their time until "the gaudy pageant" should be "o'er"—the whole thing, really, was ...
— She and I, Volume 2 - A Love Story. A Life History. • John Conroy Hutcheson
... he inherited a splendid constitution, with an unlimited capacity for enjoyment, and we have a fair idea of Henry Fielding at that moment of his career, when with passions "tremblingly alive all o'er"—as ...
— Fielding - (English Men of Letters Series) • Austin Dobson
... faith I venture on his word, My doubts are o'er, the vict'ry won, He said the altar sanctifies, I just ...
— Sanctification • J. W. Byers
... sitting with the slave-whip o'er him swung, From the tortured truths of freedom the lie of slavery wrung, And the solemn priest to Moloch, on each God-deserted shrine, Broke the bondman's heart for bread, poured the bondman's blood for wine— While the multitude in blindness to a far-off ...
— The Underground Railroad • William Still
... Then o'er his broider'd trousers, And jacket flower'd fair, The skin of a hart he donneth The maiden ...
— The Serpent Knight - and other ballads - - - Translator: George Borrow • Thomas J. Wise
... All o'er the cavern'd rock a sprouting vine Laid forth ripe clusters. Hence four limpid founts Nigh to each other ran, in rills distinct, Huddling along with many a playful maze. Around them the soft meads profusely bloom'd ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... MIMI. | | Love alone o'er hearts has sway Heart to heart and soul to soul | Ah Love! to thee do we surrender. Love binds us in his fetters. | (yielding to her lover's (placing his arm around MIMI embrace) Love now shall rule our hearts ...
— La Boheme • Giuseppe Giacosa and Luigi Illica
... I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom. ...
— Measure for Measure • William Shakespeare [Collins edition]
... alabaster flight Neath the full beams of the mistaken sun O'er gazing crowds, till at th' unwonted sight Some unexpected sportsman with a gun Brought down the bird, all fluff, mid sounding cheers: Mourn, maidens, mourn, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, March 18, 1914 • Various
... the wide waters, I've trod the lone strand, I've triumphed in battle, I've lighted the brand, I've borne the loud thunder of death o'er the foam; Fame, riches, ne'er found them,—yet ...
— Jacob Faithful • Captain Frederick Marryat
... mighty, that we dare Scorn your grim power—till we glimpse the flare Of burning Death 'mid holiness of Birth. What is our godliness and wisdom worth Against your strength embattled unaware? You are the Master, ever, everywhere, Deadly and gentle o'er the wide ...
— The True Story of Our National Calamity of Flood, Fire and Tornado • Logan Marshall
... but it is difficult for the modern reader, familiar with the sight, if not the texture, of "the purple patches," and unattracted, perhaps demagnetized, by a personality once fascinating and always "puissant," to appreciate the actual worth and magnitude of the poem. We are "o'er informed;" and as with Nature, so with Art, the eye must be couched, and the film of association removed, before we can see clearly. But there is one characteristic feature of Childe Harold which association and familiarity have been powerless ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... "By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews In vestments for the-chase arrayed The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the ...
— Canada • J. G. Bourinot
... tempting than all the flesh of women. The unimaginable designs of their little bodies inebriates the soul, and transports it to a paradise of images and of voluptuous ideals. They tremble upon their stems as though they would fly. When they do fly do they come to me? No, it is my heart that hovers o'er them, like a ...
— The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume IV (of 8) • Guy de Maupassant
... ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, ...
— The Hundred Best English Poems • Various
... doth steal; Sometimes, on joyous wing, to Heaven it soars, Sometimes, like Philomel, its woes deplores. For, oh! this a song that ne'er can die, It seeks the heart of all humanity. In the deep cavern and the darksome lair, The sea of ether o'er the realm of air, In every nook my song shall still be heard, And all creation, with sad yearning stirred, United in a full, exultant choir, Pray thee to grant the singer's fond desire. E'en when the ivy o'er my grave hath grown, Still will ring on each sweet, enchanting ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... a mouldering pile Stretch'd its wide ruins, o'er the plain below Casting a gloomy shade, save where the moon Shone thro' its fretted windows: the dark Yew, Withering with age, branched there its naked roots, And there the melancholy Cypress rear'd Its head; the earth was ...
— Poems, 1799 • Robert Southey
... flowers: with garlands of renown Those glorious exiles' brows my hands shall crown, Who nobly sought on distant coasts to find, Or thither bore those arts that bless mankind: Thee chief, brave Cook, o'er whom, to nature dear, With Britain, Gallia drops the pitying tear. To foreign climes and rude, where nought before Announced our vessels but their cannons' roar, Far other gifts thy better mind decreed, The sheep, the heifer, ...
— Narrative of the Voyages Round The World, • A. Kippis
... in ruins fall, And chaos o'er the sinking ball Resume primeval sway, His courage chance and fate defies, Nor feels the wreck of earth and skies Obstruct ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.I., Part F. - From Charles II. to James II. • David Hume
... of white at holy night, In the moonlight gleaming,— Softly o'er the wooded shore, Silver radiance streaming,— On thy wavelets bear away Every care we've known to-day, Bring on thy returning way Peaceful, ...
— The Story of Wellesley • Florence Converse
... forgets; On erring sense a watch he sets. By nature wise, his teacher's skill Has trained him to subdue his will. Good, resolute and pure, and strong, He guards mankind from scathe and wrong, And lends his aid, and ne'er in vain, The cause of justice to maintain. Well has he studied o'er and o'er The Vedas(18)and their kindred lore. Well skilled is he the bow to draw,(19) Well trained in arts and versed in law; High-souled and meet for happy fate, Most tender and compassionate; The noblest of all lordly givers, Whom good men follow, as the rivers Follow ...
— The Ramayana • VALMIKI
... for five days, the ship being steered east by south, meeting the sun and losing an hour a day by the chronometer and going twelve knots each hour out of the twenty-four; when on reaching the longitude of the Cape "a change came o'er the spirit" ...
— The Wreck of the Nancy Bell - Cast Away on Kerguelen Land • J. C. Hutcheson
... all light received, Against all laws of prudence and of love, Practise dark magic on our sister's soul— That by strange motions, incantations, spells, So work you on her spirit that strange sleep, Sombre as Death's dark shadow, presently Steals o'er her fragile body, dulls her sense, And wraps her wholly in its chill embrace; That thus, spell-bound, lost to the living world, She lies till thou again unwind her chain, And wak'st her feebly to this ...
— Poems • Walter R. Cassels
... cats, Full of hate that never dies out, Tied tail to tail, hung o'er a rope, Still strive to tear ...
— The Red Horizon • Patrick MacGill
... talk of the Southern Confed. that's gone, And o'er his empty carcass upbraid him; But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the place where they have ...
— "Co. Aytch" - Maury Grays, First Tennessee Regiment - or, A Side Show of the Big Show • Sam R. Watkins
... bulwarks, knocking our boats to pieces. Still Harry and I stood on deck uninjured, and our crew appeared is undaunted and active as before. I have often heard of people "fighting their battles o'er again;" but in this instance I fought mine before it occurred. I was awakened by the stamping sound of the feet of the watch overhead as they ran along with the halyards; then came the cry, "All hands on deck." ...
— The Two Supercargoes - Adventures in Savage Africa • W.H.G. Kingston
... shall come! E'en now my eyes behold, In distant view, the wish'd for age unfold, Lo, o'er the shadowy days that roll between, A wand'ring gleam foretells th' ascending scene. Oh, doom'd victorious from thy wounds to rise, Dejected India, lift thy downcast eyes, And mark the hour, whose faithful steps for thee Through Time's press'd ...
— India's Problem Krishna or Christ • John P. Jones
... at the call of virtue, freedom, truth, Weak withering age, and strong aspiring youth, Alike the expanding power of pity felt; The coldest, hardest hearts began to melt; From breast to breast the flame of justice glowed— Wide o'er its banks the Nile of mercy flowed; Through all the isle, the gradual waters swelled, Mammon in vain the encircling flood repelled O'erthrown at length, like Pharaoh and his host, His shipwrecked hopes ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.III. - From George III. to Victoria • E. Farr and E. H. Nolan
... wailed for departed friends, extolled their virtues, and called down heaven's curses upon the coward of tomorrow's fight. Then the fierce gleam of shining steel, one wild war-whoop and all again was still. His words faded away in the echoless night till a holy hush brooded o'er beach and forest. ...
— The Black Wolf's Breed - A Story of France in the Old World and the New, happening - in the Reign of Louis XIV • Harris Dickson
... rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale. In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea. Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee; Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,—are ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... dew, Down in the meadow land, wild where you grew, How did you come by the beautiful blue With which your soft petals unfold? And how do you hold up your tender young head, Where rude, sweeping winds rush along o'er your bed, And dark, gloomy clouds, ranging over you, shed Their ...
— Wreaths of Friendship - A Gift for the Young • T. S. Arthur and F. C. Woodworth
... there's a deal o' talk on a famine i' t' land; an' whaten a paid for my victual an' t' bed i' t' lean-to helped t' oud woman a bit,—an' she's sadly down i' t' mouth, for she cannot hear on a lodger for t' tak' my place, for a' she's moved o'er to t' other side o' t' bridge for t' be nearer t' new buildings, an' t' grand new walk they're makin' round t' cliffs, thinkin' she'd be likelier t' pick up a labourer as would be glad on a bed near his work. A'd ha' liked to ha' set her agait wi' a 'sponsible ...
— Sylvia's Lovers, Vol. III • Elizabeth Gaskell
... cruel is Rolland Who makes all nations cry for mercy thus, And will o'er all the lands his power impose. Upon what people doth he then rely For such attempt?" Ganelon said: "The French!... They love him so, they fail him ne'er in aught. Lavish is he of gifts: Silver and gold, Mules, chargers, ...
— La Chanson de Roland • Lon Gautier
... are easy to see, But hard indeed our own are to behold; Thy husband thou hast lost, and lover eke, And now, I ween, thou grievest o'er thy loss." ...
— Filipino Popular Tales • Dean S. Fansler
... door To hear a sermon and no more, And women follow him good store, And with great Bibles to turn o'er, Whilst Tom writes notes, as bar-boys score, 'Tis a new ...
— Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684 • Charles Mackay
... can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say, does the star-spangled ...
— Good Stories For Great Holidays - Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the - Children's Own Reading • Frances Jenkins Olcott
... and medallions I have seen are, in general, such good resemblances that I think I should have known him untold, he has by no means the look to be expected from Bonaparte, but rather that of a profoundly studious and contemplative man, who "o'er books consumes" not only the "midnight oil" but his own daily strength, "and wastes the puny body to decay" by abstruse speculation and theoretic plans or rather visions, ingenious but not practicable. But the ...
— The Diary and Letters of Madame D'Arblay Volume 3 • Madame D'Arblay
... hot with summer-glow, * Where twofold tale of common growth was piled. In copse we halted wherein bent to us * Branches, as bendeth nurse o'er weanling-child. And pure cold water quenching thirst we sipped: * To cup-mate sweeter than old wine and mild: From every side it shut out sheen of sun * Screen-like, but wooed the breeze to cool the wild: And pebbles, sweet as maidens deckt and dight * And soft as threaded ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 9 • Richard F. Burton
... cottage sleeps be- tween the raving hills. To right and left are livid strife, but on the deep, wide sills The purple pot-flowers swell and glow, and o'er the walls and eaves Prinked creeper steals caressing hands, the poplar drips its leaves. Within the garden hot and sweet Fair form and woven color meet, While down the clear, cool stones, 'tween banks with branch and blossom gay, A little, bridged, ...
— 'Hello, Soldier!' - Khaki Verse • Edward Dyson
... with morn each annual cell? Such and so grew these holy piles While love and terror laid the tiles; Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone; And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky As on its friends with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air, And nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and ...
— Fragments of science, V. 1-2 • John Tyndall
... with one consent praise new-born gauds, Tho' they are made and moulded of things past, And give to Dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gold o'er-dusted." Troilus and Cressida. ...
— Lectures on the English Poets - Delivered at the Surrey Institution • William Hazlitt
... though we believe not frequently, that those who begin life with what may be called a wild burst settle down at last into quiet domestic men, whose chief delight it is to "fight their battles o'er again" with sympathetic comrades, and to "wander in dreams." Such was the case with Will Osten. Flora acted the part of a best-bower anchor to him all through life, and held him fast; but, if the whole truth must be told, it ...
— Over the Rocky Mountains - Wandering Will in the Land of the Redskin • R.M. Ballantyne
... mellow wine, the best, The sweet convivial wine, and test Its four-year-old maturity: To Jove commit the rest, Nor question his divine intents For, when he stays the battling elements, The wind shall brood o'er prostrate seas And fail to move the ash's crest Or stir the stilly cypress trees. Be no forecaster of the dawn; Deem it an asset, and be gay— Come, merge to-morrow's misty morn In the resplendence ...
— Tell England - A Study in a Generation • Ernest Raymond
... A general object of attention, made His answers with a very graceful bow, As if born for the ministerial trade. Though modest, on his unembarrass'd brow Nature had written 'gentleman.' He said Little, but to the purpose; and his manner Flung hovering graces o'er him like a banner. ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
... by his jewell'd hand The jewel of that lady bland, He sees the tossing antlers pass And throw quaint shadows o'er the grass; While she alike the hour beguiles, And looks at ...
— Citation and Examination of William Shakspeare • Walter Savage Landor
... O'er all the unstable vague expanse I towered the lord supreme, and smiled; And marked the hard, white sparkles glance, The ...
— In Divers Tones • Charles G. D. Roberts
... before; Should pass through the gateway of glittering light, Where jokes that are merry and songs that are bright Ring out a warm welcome with flattering voice, And temptingly say, 'Here's a place for the boys!' Ah, what if they should! What if your boy or mine Should cross o'er the threshold which marks out the line 'Twixt virtue and vice, 'twixt pureness and sin, And leave all his innocent boyhood within? Ah, what if they should, because you and I, While the days and the months and the years hurry by, Are ...
— The Unfolding Life • Antoinette Abernethy Lamoreaux
... lord's wild amazement As he heard that tiny hum; Turned the lantern light behind him Stricken with amazement dumb. Oh! the young lord's vast confusion As its meaning gave a flicker— Oh! the mild iconoclastic Staring o'er the edge of wicker. Staring—staring—simply staring With his filmy red-rimmed eyes— Down Hasan his father lifted Silent still ...
— A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems • A. B. S. Tennyson
... the west-winds awake On pampas, on prairie, o'er mountain and lake, To bathe the swift bark, like a sea-girdled shrine, With incense they stole from the rose ...
— The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes
... sea is wide: Dear is the lover by thy side: The sea is treacherous, hungry, deep, And millions o'er its treasures weep. ...
— Daisy Dare, and Baby Power - Poems • Rosa Vertner Jeffrey
... with olive branch to her: Her lamp burned dimly, yet its flick'ring light, Guided the wanderer thro' the lengthen'd night. Oft in her weary search, she paused the while, To catch one gleam of hope—one favour'd smile; But the dim mists of ignorance still threw, Their blighting influence o'er the famish'd few, Who deigned to look upon that lustrous eye, Which pierced the ages ...
— Forty Centuries of Ink • David N. Carvalho
... through an Eastern sky, Beside a fount of Araby It was not fanned by southern breeze In some green isle of Indian seas, Nor did its graceful shadows sleep O'er stream of Africa, lone ...
— The Young Lady's Mentor - A Guide to the Formation of Character. In a Series of Letters to Her Unknown Friends • A Lady
... of the Truth, whate'er it be! World-wand'rer over this terrestrial frame; Twin-named with Darwin on the roll of fame; This day we render homage unto thee; For in thy steps o'er alien land and sea, Where life burns fast and tropic splendours flame. Oft have we follow'd with sincere acclaim To mark thee unfold Nature's mystery. For this we thank thee, yet one thing remains ...
— Alfred Russel Wallace: Letters and Reminiscences Vol 2 (of 2) • James Marchant
... the hotel for dinner, so that the girls would not have to prepare it, and then in a double carriage Robert had secured for the occasion, they drove to Bates Corners and as Kate said, "Viewed the landscape o'er." Those eight pieces of land, none under two hundred acres, some slightly over, all in the very highest state of cultivation, with modern houses, barns, outbuildings, and fine stock grazing in the pastures, made an impressive picture. It was probably the first time that any of the ...
— A Daughter of the Land • Gene Stratton-Porter
... was reared upon the grass Of spice-wood and of sassafras; On pillars of mottled tortoise-shell Hung the burnished canopy— And o'er it gorgeous curtains fell Of the tulip's crimson drapery. The monarch sat on his judgment-seat, On his brow the crown imperial shone, The prisoner Fay was at his feet, And his peers were ranged around the throne. ...
— The Culprit Fay - and Other Poems • Joseph Rodman Drake
... wrought by aid Of Stygian angels summoned up from hell; Scorned and accursed be those who have essayed Her gloomy Dives and Afrites to compel. But by perception of the secret powers Of mineral springs in Nature's inmost cell, Of herbs in curtain of her greenest bowers, And of the moving stars o'er mountain tops and towers. Wiffen's "Translation of Tasso," cant. ...
— Zanoni • Edward Bulwer Lytton
... to storied Skye, Where all the glens in glamour lie; And, lightly scorning gust and spray, Leap o'er the Minch to Stornoway. ...
— Literary Tours in The Highlands and Islands of Scotland • Daniel Turner Holmes
... hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between. Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow, Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake ...
— The Jungle Book • Rudyard Kipling
... here the old servant, Ipat, who is standing Behind the Pomyeshchick And waving his branches, 230 Begins to sob loudly, The tears streaming down O'er his withered old face: "Let us pray that the Barin For many long years May be spared to his servants!" The simpleton blubbers, The loving old servant, And raising his hand, Weak and trembling, he crosses 240 Himself without ceasing. The black-moustached footguards Look sourly ...
— Who Can Be Happy And Free In Russia? • Nicholas Nekrassov
... the firmament serene, The loun illuminate air, and firth amene The silver-scalit fishes on the grete O'er-thwart clear streams sprinkillond for the heat," ...
— Eugene Aram, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... rivers of Life we walked together, I and my darling, unafraid; And lighter than any linnet's feather The burdens of Being on us weighed. And Love's sweet miracles o'er us threw Mantles of joy outlasting Time, And up from the rosy morrows grew A sound that seemed like ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 101, March, 1866 • Various
... swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees," On this glad day: Bless Thou each student band O'er all our happy land; Teach them Thy love's command. ...
— Ohio Arbor Day 1913: Arbor and Bird Day Manual - Issued for the Benefit of the Schools of our State • Various
... a time when bliss Shone o'er her heart from every look of his; When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air In which he dwelt, was her soul's fondest prayer; When round him hung such a perpetual spell, Whate'er he did none ever did so well; Yet now he comes, brighter than ...
— Cruel As The Grave • Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth
... "but I am nearly done. The years went on. Sometimes I tossed upon the ocean's bosom, sometimes I scampered o'er a battle-field, sometimes I lay upon a dead child's face. I heard the voices of Darkness and mothers' lullabies and sick men's prayers,—and so the years ...
— A Little Book of Profitable Tales • Eugene Field
... great Professor! And Madam too, God bless her! Bless him and all his band, On the sea and on the land, As they sail, ride, walk, and stand,— Bless them head and heart and hand, Till their glorious raid is o'er, And they touch our ransomed shore! Then the welcome of a nation, With its shout of exultation, Shall awake the dumb creation, And the shapes of buried aeons Join the living creatures' paeans, While the ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 97, November, 1865 • Various
... turned to go away Beyond the sandy track, Down o'er its wall The house would call, Until the Sea came back; ...
— The Englishman and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... caught the look: "Ye'll be thinkin' I'll be talkin' o'er much," he said, "but ye've found out befoor this, when theer's words to be said I can say 'em." The man's voice suddenly softened: "Come, lass, 'tis ye're own happiness I'm thinkin' of—ye've na one else. ...
— Prairie Flowers • James B. Hendryx
... by the idly curious, Why Avenger, and of what? Let us not seek to disclose the awful secret hidden under that youthful jacket. Enough that there may have been that of bitterness in his past life that they "Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave," or "whose soul would heave above the sickening wave," did not understand. Only one knew him, perhaps too well—a queen of the Amazons taken prisoner off Terra del Fuego a week previous. She loved the Boy Avenger. But in vain; ...
— The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales • Bret Harte
... next day on the heights of the Alleghany mountains, the train dipped to the west, and swinging around a curve, disclosed to us the tumbled spread of mountain-land descending to the valley of the Ohio, we sang "O'er the hills in legions, boys" as our forefathers did of old. We were about to re-enter the land ...
— A Son of the Middle Border • Hamlin Garland
... of whiteness, lo, Full sad and mournfully, Went pacing to and fro Beauty's divinity; A shaft in hand she bore From Cupid's cruel store, And he, who fluttered round, Bore, o'er his blindfold eyes And o'er his head uncrowned, A veil of mournful guise, Whereon the words were wrought: 'You perish or ...
— CELEBRATED CRIMES, COMPLETE - MARY STUART—1587 • ALEXANDRE DUMAS, PERE
... snow upon my life-bloom sits And sheds a dreary blight;— Thy spirit o'er my spirit flits, And crimson comes for ...
— Far to Seek - A Romance of England and India • Maud Diver
... ere now did I speak thy name, Itself a caress, but the lovelight leapt Into thine eyes with a kindling flame, And a ripple of rose o'er thy soft ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science - Vol. XVII, No. 102. June, 1876. • Various
... The sun in his setting, sent up the last smile Of his power, to baffle the storm. And, behold O'er the mountains embattled, his armies, all gold, Rose and rested; while far up the dim airy crags, Its artillery silenced, its banners in rags, The rear of the tempest its sullen retreat Drew off slowly, receding in silence, to meet The powers of the night, which, now gathering ...
— The Bay State Monthly, Volume 3, No. 2 • Various
... blithe, in dances that delight, Shall glide along the city streets, with garlands gayly bright; And when these walls, with sad regrets, shall fall to raise a bath, Then shall the Huns in multitude break forth with might and wrath, By force of arms the barrier-stream of Ister they shall cross, O'er Scythic ground and Moesian lands spreading dismay and loss; They shall Pannonian horsemen brave, and Gallic soldiers slay, And nought but loss of life and breath ...
— The Great Events by Famous Historians, Volume 03 • Various
... sight, if not the texture, of "the purple patches," and unattracted, perhaps demagnetized, by a personality once fascinating and always "puissant," to appreciate the actual worth and magnitude of the poem. We are "o'er informed;" and as with Nature, so with Art, the eye must be couched, and the film of association removed, before we can see clearly. But there is one characteristic feature of Childe Harold which association and familiarity have been powerless ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... in the Polar Seas were all fought o'er again. The wondering listeners were told how Esquimaux were chased and captured; how walrus were lanced and harpooned; how bears were speared and shot; how long and weary journeys were undertaken on foot over immeasurable ...
— The World of Ice • R.M. Ballantyne
... leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean." ...
— Over the Border: Acadia • Eliza Chase
... sparkle vanish from her eyes; he beheld her faded lips, her pale cheek, and her inanimated features, the symmetry of which not death itself was able to destroy. His fancy conveyed her breathless corse to the cold grave, o'er which, perhaps, no tear humane was shed, where her delicate limbs were consigned to dust, where she was dished out a delicious ...
— The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom, Complete • Tobias Smollett
... less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloath'd, ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 2 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... celestial birth! Though springing from clods of the earth, How rich are the odours ye shed O'er the couch where the ...
— Aunt Mary • Mrs. Perring
... those sound remarks. Showing—in spite of Jove's decree— How mortals rode in impious arks Transilient o'er the sacred sea, How there was not beneath the sun A task so tough but what he'd back us Somehow to go and see it done (Such was ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, June 10, 1914 • Various
... flood Of life a-growing—in us multiplied As man spreads wide; Not into leaves alone, Nor flesh and bone, But roof and wall and wheel Of stone and steel; Soft foliage and gorgeous bloom Of humming loom; And fruit of joy o'er-burdened heart Poured forth in Art! We can not only leap in the sun, Wrestle and run, But know the music-measured beat Of dancing feet, The interplay of hands—we hold Delight of doing, myriad-fold. Joy of the rose, we ...
— The Forerunner, Volume 1 (1909-1910) • Charlotte Perkins Gilman
... crowd surveys Oft in the theatre, whose awnings broad, Bedecked with crimson, yellow, or the tint Of steel cerulean, from their fluted heights Wave tremulous; and o'er the scene beneath, Each marble statue, and the rising rows Of rank and beauty, fling their tint superb, While as the walls with ampler shade repel The garish noonbeam, every object round Laughs with a deeper dye, and wears profuse A lovelier lustre, ...
— Museum of Antiquity - A Description of Ancient Life • L. W. Yaggy
... because you want to go To the circus, or the show; But, when all your fun is o'er, Be as ...
— More Goops and How Not to Be Them • Gelett Burgess
... friends, we all have gathered here, To celebrate this night,— Th' occasion of a victory gained O'er a long and ...
— Silver Links • Various
... dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say 'Not a tear must o'er her fall! He ...
— The Brownings - Their Life and Art • Lilian Whiting
... Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's Acre. It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 76, April 12, 1851 • Various
... Brook, his sisters were the Reeds, And they every one applauded when he sang about his deeds. His vest was white, his mantle brown, as clear as they could be, And his songs were fairly bubbling o'er with melody and glee. But an envious Neighbor splashed with mud our Brownie's coat and vest, And then a final handful threw that stuck upon his breast. The Brook-bird's mother did her best to wash the stains away, But there they stuck, and, as it ...
— Birds of the Rockies • Leander Sylvester Keyser
... more, Like some sweet influence stealing o'er The passive town; and for a while Each tussuck makes a tiny isle, Where, on some friendly ...
— Excursions • Henry D. Thoreau
... in the world is our Louie about? Studying her lessons, I haven't a doubt; Filling her brain with useful lore, Thinking and reading o'er and o'er Ancient history—many a story Of battle and conquest and warlike glory; Or maybe 'tis only a difficult rule Which has followed our student home ...
— Harper's Young People, July 13, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... Earth; We think that we are mighty, that we dare Scorn your grim power—till we glimpse the flare Of burning Death 'mid holiness of Birth. What is our godliness and wisdom worth Against your strength embattled unaware? You are the Master, ever, everywhere, Deadly and gentle o'er the ...
— The True Story of Our National Calamity of Flood, Fire and Tornado • Logan Marshall
... earth, Might love in individual happiness. But now there opened on me other thoughts Of change, congratulation or regret, A pensive feeling! It spread far and wide; The trees, the mountains shared it, and the brooks, The stars of heaven, now seen in their old haunts— White Sirius glittering o'er the southern crags, Orion with his belt, and those fair Seven, Acquaintances of every little child, And Jupiter, my own beloved star! Whatever shadings of mortality, Whatever imports from the world of death Had come among these objects heretofore, ...
— The International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 7 - Of Literature, Art, and Science, August 12, 1850 • Various
... the shores of the free he goes, he goes! And smiles as he passes on; He hears the glad notes of Liberty's song, And bids the brave sons of freedom be strong. While his heart bounds high To his crown in the sky, He triumphs o'er ...
— The Fugitive Blacksmith - or, Events in the History of James W. C. Pennington • James W. C. Pennington
... at the break of day In the Champs Elysees. The tremulous shafts of dawning, As they shoot o'er the Tuileries early, Strike Luxor's cold grey spire, And wild in the light of the morning With their marble manes on fire, Ramp the white Horses ...
— Pike County Ballads and Other Poems • John Hay
... salt spume that is blown o'er thy locks, Thou heedst not, nor the roar of the gale; Sleep babe, sleep the sea, And sleep my sea ...
— The Interdependence of Literature • Georgina Pell Curtis
... and landward gently creeping, No longer sullen break; All nature now is still and softly sleeping, And why art thou awake? The busy din of earth will soon be o'er, Rest thee, oh ...
— Welsh Lyrics of the Nineteenth Century • Edmund O. Jones
... grey little acrobats patter O'er creepers of myriad shapes, They mouth not the meaningless chatter Of dull and demoralised apes; But, proud of their portion as creatures Who know not the stigma of tails, They screw up their weather-worn features And practise ...
— Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, November 11, 1914 • Various
... heart of Love, And gold the gleam of his wing; And all to the spell thereof Bend when he makes his spring. All life that is wild and young In mountain and wave and stream All that of earth is sprung, Or breathes in the red sunbeam; Yea, and Mankind. O'er all a royal throne, Cyprian, Cyprian, is ...
— Forsyte Saga • John Galsworthy
... of the Bleeding Heart, Ellen and I will seek, apart, The refuge of some forest cell, There like the hunted quarry dwell, Till on the mountain and the moor, The stern pursuit be passed and o'er,'" ...
— My Lady of the North • Randall Parrish
... The gleeful flashes of her glancing eye; Her shy bold look of wildness unconfined, And the gay impulse of her baby mind That none could tame, That sent her spinning round, A spirit of living flame Dancing in airy rapture o'er the ground— All these with that faint sigh are made to be Man's breath upon a glass, a ...
— The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch • R. C. Lehmann
... rugged pathway struggling, Loud and louder yet the music grows; Near and nearer still, the water's gurgling Guides me where o'er ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 3, Issue 17, March, 1859 • Various
... thou art as when The woodman winding westward up the glen At wintry dawn, when o'er the sheep-track's maze The viewless snow mist weaves a glistening haze, Sees full before him, gliding without tread, An image with a glory round its head; This shade he worships for its golden hues, And makes (not ...
— Autobiographic Sketches • Thomas de Quincey
... on, sleep on, my baba dear! Thy faithful slave is watching near. Thy father, my dear, is the jemadar Of a province which stretches wide and far; And his brother, my child, is a moonsif great, Who ruleth o'er ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 433 - Volume 17, New Series, April 17, 1852 • Various
... Then searching o'er the field and mead, He lightly on my tomb shall tread, But me he ne'er shall find: Then I, my friend, like a true knight, My sword shall draw, my prince to right, And ease ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... thinking over the facts of this present life as they appeared to them, looked at from the standpoint of a belief in God, and in righteousness. And so they represent to us the impression that is made upon a man's mind, if he has the 'eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality,' that is made by the facts of this earthly life—viz. that it is so full of onward-looking, prophetic aspect, so manifestly and tragically, and yet wonderfully and hopefully. Incomplete and ...
— Expositions Of Holy Scripture - Volume I: St. Luke, Chaps. I to XII • Alexander Maclaren
... in Triumph o'er the Heavenly Plains, Rides on the Clouds, and holds a Storm in Reins, Flies on the Wings of the ...
— 'Of Genius', in The Occasional Paper, and Preface to The Creation • Aaron Hill
... not that joy, I did not need Such help. The ever-living universe, Turn where I might, was opening out its glories; And the independent spirit of pure youth Called forth at every season new delights, Spread round my steps like sunshine o'er green fields. ...
— Wordsworth • F. W. H. Myers
... nations at her gate Thronging in homage, shall be called no more 'Lady of Kingdoms!'—Who shall mourn her fate? Her guilt is full, her march of triumph o'er." ...
— Our Day - In the Light of Prophecy • W. A. Spicer
... stand to-day with bended head, My task undone, my garden overspread With baneful weeds. Am I the lord thereof? Or mine own slave, without the power to doff My misery's badge? Am I so weak withal, That I must loiter, though the bugle's call Shrills o'er the moor, the far-off weltering moor, Where foemen meet to vanquish ...
— A Lover's Litanies • Eric Mackay
... be the hour! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest ...
— Legends of the Madonna • Mrs. Jameson
... when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingled notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind,— These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each ...
— The Evolution of Expression Vol. I • Charles Wesley Emerson
... let I swim from Sogn My tarred ship sooty-sided, When maids sat o'er the mead-horn Amidst of Baldur's Meadows; Now while the storm is wailing Farewell I bid you maidens, Still shall ye love us, sweet ones, ...
— The Story Of Frithiof The Bold - 1875 • Anonymous
... fell From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements; from morn To noon, from noon to dewy eve, A Summer's day, he fell; and with the setting sun Dropped from the zenith like ...
— The Coming of Cuculain • Standish O'Grady
... a change came o'er the spirit of his red mustaches. They ceased to sport about his nose. They were distinctly less playful than they had been, and by degrees they became positively stiff. In the mean time, Mr. Gallivant had returned to his law office. He had also gone back to live in Harlem, and ...
— Tin-Types Taken in the Streets of New York • Lemuel Ely Quigg
... when eve came I'd listen To the stilling of that war, Till o'er my head should glisten The first pure silver star; Then, wandering homeward slowly, I'd learn my heart the tune Which the dreaming billows lowly, Were murmuring ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 4, September, 1850 • Various
... long-tailed, ebon-eyed, nocturnal ranger! What led thee hither 'mongst the types and cases? Didst thou not know that running midnight races O'er standing types was fraught with imminent danger? Did hunger lead thee—didst thou think to find Some rich old cheese to fill thy hungry maw? Vain hope! for none but literary jaw Can masticate our ...
— A Child-World • James Whitcomb Riley
... Thorough the centre their new-catched miles, And to the stake a struggling country bound, Where barking waves still bait the forced ground, Building their watery Babel far more high, To reach the sea, than those to scale the sky! Yet still his claim the injured ocean laid, And oft at leap-frog o'er their steeples played, As if on purpose it on land had come To show them what's their mare liberum. A daily deluge over them does boil; The earth and water play at level coil. The fish ofttimes the burgher dispossessed, And sat, not as a meat, but ...
— Andrew Marvell • Augustine Birrell
... estranged, At last the constant Needle changed,{C} And fierce amid his murmuring crew Prone terror into treason grew; While on his tortured spirit rose, More dire than portents, toils, or foes, The awaiting World's loud jeers and scorn Yell'd o'er his profitless Return; No—none through that dark watch may trace The feelings wild beneath whose swell, As heaves the bark the billows' race, His Being rose and fell! Yet over doubt, and pride, and pain, O'er all that flash'd ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 55, No. 344, June, 1844 • Various
... the jocund dance, Or tolling bells? Or shall young romance roam These hills about the river, flowering now To April's tears, or shall they sit at home, Or play croquet where Thomas Rhodes may see, I ask you? If the blood of youth runs o'er And riots 'gainst this regimen of gloom, Shall we submit to have these youths and maids Branded as libertines and wantons?" Ere His words were done a woman's voice called "No!" Then rose a sound of ...
— Spoon River Anthology • Edgar Lee Masters
... joy is mine since in battle I fought. Many the sorrows that o'er me lower. Men hold me for nought; this thought is the worst of all that ...
— Grettir The Strong - Grettir's Saga • Unknown
... 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 made more terrible, And incubi mock at me with fierce eyes Upon my couch: and visions, crude and dire, Of planets, suns, millions of miles, infinity, Space, time, thought, being, blank ...
— Andromeda and Other Poems • Charles Kingsley
... sceptre Jove 190 Had subjected the land) plotting his death, Contrived to banish from his native home. For fair Anteia, wife of Proetus, mad Through love of young Bellerophon, him oft In secret to illicit joys enticed; 195 But she prevail'd not o'er the virtuous mind Discrete of whom she wooed; therefore a lie Framing, she royal Proetus thus bespake. Die thou, or slay Bellerophon, who sought Of late to force me to his lewd embrace. 200 So saying, the anger of the King she roused. Slay him himself he would not, for his heart Forbad the ...
— The Iliad of Homer - Translated into English Blank Verse • Homer
... silent and jumpy, his brow "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of care." But Psmith followed his leader with the pleased and indulgent air of a father whose infant son is showing him round the garden. Psmith's attitude towards archaeological research struck a new note in the history of that neglected science. He was amiable, ...
— Mike • P. G. Wodehouse
... glutton— Abundance of fish, game and poultry, for those Whose epicure palates such niceties chose. Ripe fruits and rich sweet meats were serv'd, in great store, [p 14] Of which much remain'd when the banquet was o'er; For, as to mild foods of the vegetive kind, Few guests at the table to these were inclin'd; Rare hap for such persons as travell'd that way, By chance or design, on the following day. On wine and strong spirits few chose to regale, ...
— The Elephant's Ball, and Grand Fete Champetre • W. B.
... in New England. Clouds and storms, indeed, herald his advent and attend his march; capricious too his humor; but he is neither "sullen" nor "sad." No brighter skies than his, whether the sun with rays of mitigated warmth but of intenser light, sparkles o'er boundless fields of snow, or whether the moon, a faded sun, leading her festal train of stars, listens to the merry sleigh-bells and the laugh of girls and boys, ever glorified a land. What though sometimes his trumpet sounds tremendous ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... number is! Their sepulchre how narrow! I clothed them all in shrouds of rhyme And many sad and solemn songs O'er them I sang from time ...
— Foma Gordyeff - (The Man Who Was Afraid) • Maxim Gorky
... he made but slow progress through the pitiless, pelting storm, and he heartily cursed his folly in attempting the task of coming home at all, on such a night as this. But a change came o'er the spirit of his dream. As the contents of the canteen had diminished, Billy's spirits had risen in exact proportion, his heart had grown strong and he began to despise the difficulties in his way. In fact he was as happy ...
— Sword and Pen - Ventures and Adventures of Willard Glazier • John Algernon Owens
... fearful thing to be no more. Or if to be, to wander after death! To walk as spirits do, in brakes all day, And, when the darkness comes, to glide in paths That lead to graves; and in the silent vault, Where lies your own pale shroud, to hover o'er it, Striving ...
— Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists • Washington Irving
... intermediate steps, seated actually in the circus at last, and took in the first sniff of that intoxicating circus smell that will stay by me while this clay endures. The place was beset by a hum and a glitter and a mist; suspense brooded large o'er the blank, mysterious arena. Strung up to the highest pitch of expectation, we knew not from what quarter, in what divine shape, the first ...
— Dream Days • Kenneth Grahame
... Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark; 200 With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, ...
— Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... sayest I lone abide, I lived with yonder ancient oak, Whose spreading roots strike deep and wide Amidst the moss beside the rock; And long, long years have gone at last, And thousand moons have o'er me stole, And many a race before me past, Still ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... the world. And finally, many years later, a last palace was added to all the others—that of Septimius Severus: again a building of pride, with arches supporting lofty halls, terraced storeys, towers o'er-topping the roofs, a perfect Babylonian pile, rising up at the extreme point of the mount in view of the Appian Way, so that the emperor's compatriots—those from the province of Africa, where he was born—might, ...
— The Three Cities Trilogy, Complete - Lourdes, Rome and Paris • Emile Zola
... are some souls so fearful to offend, They lay their courage low; And sooner trample o'er a prostrate friend, Than fail t' embrace ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. V, May, 1862 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending, All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar; And this way the ...
— Public Speaking • Clarence Stratton
... bandit spirit, such as the jay possesses, which goes to make a moderate degree of danger almost a pastime. Not that he is without courage; when his nest is in question he will take great risks; but in general his manner is dispirited, "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought." Evidently ...
— Birds in the Bush • Bradford Torrey
... They are but imperfectly endowed. They look about them at the waves that lap the beach on which they stand, and look backward o'er the sands of Time, but send never a glance forward over the great misty ocean of ...
— The Gentle Art of Cooking Wives • Elizabeth Strong Worthington
... on his throne, The Satraps throng'd the hall; A thousand bright lamps shone O'er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judah deem'd divine— Jehovah's vessels hold The ...
— Bible Stories and Religious Classics • Philip P. Wells
... angel I saw teach (Alfred, dear friend!) that little child to pray Holding his little hands up, each to each Pressed gently, with his own head turned away, Over the earth where so much lay before him Of work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him, And he was left at ...
— The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1 of 2) • Frederic G. Kenyon
... Mohawk brave Stoops not to be to any man a slave; Least, to the puny tribe his soul abhors, The tribe whose wigwams sprinkle Simcoe's shores. With scowling brow he stands and courage high, Watching with haughty and defiant eye His captors, as they council o'er his fate, Or strive his boldness to intimidate. Then fling they unto him ...
— Flint and Feather • E. Pauline Johnson
... conversation of two hours this morning with M. de Persigny, who fought all his battles o'er again, but did not say much beyond what Lord Cowley had reported. He is quite sure that the Emperor is as staunch as ever to the Alliance, and that he believes all his own personal interests as well as those of France are bound up with ...
— The Letters of Queen Victoria, Volume III (of 3), 1854-1861 • Queen of Great Britain Victoria
... are shades in the fen; ghosts of women and men Who have sinned and have died, but are living again. O'er the waters they tread, with their lanterns of dread, And they peer in the pools—in the ...
— The Devil Doctor • Sax Rohmer
... the Hummums, now I sit, but after many a curse and vow, Never to see the madding City more; Where barrows truckling o'er the pavement roll: And, what is sorrow to a tuneful soul, Where asses, asses greeting, love songs roar: Which asses, that the Garden square adorn, Must lark-like be ...
— Inns and Taverns of Old London • Henry C. Shelley
... arise before us. Our loftier brothers, but one in blood; At bed and table they lord it o'er us, With looks of beauty, and ...
— Representative Men • Ralph Waldo Emerson
... that stir the canopy of the woods, let your merry murmur soften into silence over the young couple! Wandering zephyrs, breathe softly, give time to dream, give them time at least to dream of happiness! Thou that ripplest o'er thy bed, go slowly, slowly, little brook! Make not so much sound among the stones, make not so much sound, for the two souls have gone off, in the same beam of fire, like a swarming hive—let them hover in the ...
— Frederic Mistral - Poet and Leader in Provence • Charles Alfred Downer
... her dark locks placed a squaw the stag horns curved, Bound them fast with chains of pearly tinted shells, Threw a deerskin mantle o'er the rounded limbs, Hung upon her back the quiver full of arrows. Score of dusky maidens formed the royal guard, With their painted bodies and their flowing hair Untamed creatures of the forest crouched they there, Will-o'-wisp-like, darting, hiding, re-appearing, Silently they waited signal for the ...
— Pocahontas. - A Poem • Virginia Carter Castleman
... No fellow-feeling O'er them stealing, Made them kind; "Touch of nature" that is dental Makes ...
— Punch Volume 102, May 28, 1892 - or the London Charivari • Various
... heads Like a rope of crystal beads; See the heavy clouds low falling, And bright Hesperus down calling The dead night from under ground, At whose rising mists unsound, Damps and vapours fly apace, Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come Striking dead both bud and bloom. (II. ...
— Pastoral Poetry and Pastoral Drama - A Literary Inquiry, with Special Reference to the Pre-Restoration - Stage in England • Walter W. Greg
... night the booming minute-gun Had pealed along the deep, And mournfully the rising sun Look'd o'er the tide-worn steep, A bark from India's coral strand, Before the rushing blast, Had vailed her topsails to the sand And bowed her noble mast. The Queenly ship! brave hearts had striven And true ones died with ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 13, No. 375, June 13, 1829 • Various
... richer boon Than tow'rd himself to draw the waiting soul, Making it swift to pray this high control. Would with according grace its jars attune. And man on man the largest gift bestows When from the vision-mount he sings aloud, And pours upon the unascended crowd Pure Order's heavenly stream that o'er him flows. So thou, my friend, hast risen through thought supreme To central insight of eternal law. Thy golden-cadenced intuitions gleam From that new heaven which John of Patmos saw; And I my spirit lowly bend to thine, In recognition ...
— Memories of Hawthorne • Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
... this riddle right, or die: What liveth there beneath the sky, Four-footed creature that doth choose Now three feet and now twain to use, And still more feebly o'er the plain Walketh with three feet ...
— Stories from the Greek Tragedians • Alfred Church
... seamen on the seas With song and dance descry Adown the morning breeze An islet in the sky: In Araby the dry, As o'er the sandy plain The panting camels cry To ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. XXII (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... Repeats the line each starry virtue draws Through the wide circuit of creation's laws; Still tracks unchanged the everlasting ray Where the dark shadows of temptation stray; But, once defaced, forgets the orbs of light, And leaves thee wandering o'er the expanse of night." ...
— Recreations in Astronomy - With Directions for Practical Experiments and Telescopic Work • Henry Warren
... the word, and the westering Star, The Hesper who watched o'er Night's upspringing, Changing his course, shines eastward far, Phosphor now, for ...
— Theodoric the Goth - Barbarian Champion of Civilisation • Thomas Hodgkin
... red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... th' astonished sight! What glowing hues of mingled shade and light! Not equal beauties gild the lucid west With parting beams o'er all profusely drest, Not lovelier colors paint the vernal dawn, When Orient dews impearl th' enamelled lawn, Than in its waves in bright suffusion flow, That now with gold empyreal seem to glow; Now in pellucid sapphires meet the view, And emulate the soft celestial hue; Now beams a flaming crimson ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. 5, Issue 2, February, 1864 • Various
... never flow, Where constant suns repel approaching snow, How Nature's various and inventive hand Can pour unheard-of moisture o'er the land! immortal plants she bids on rocks arise, And from the dropping branches streams supplies, The thirsty native sucks the falling shower, Nor asks for juicy fruit or blooming flower; But haply doubts when travellers maintain, That ...
— The Letters of Horace Walpole Volume 3 • Horace Walpole
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