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Whate'er  pron.  A contraction of what-ever; used in poetry. "Whate'er is in his way."






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"Whate'er" Quotes from Famous Books



... true vassal, to Glenluce's Laird; He knew what she did to her master plight, If she her faith to Rutherfurd should slight, Which, like his own, for greed he broke outright. Nick did Baldoon's posterior right deride, And, as first substitute, did seize the bride; Whate'er he to his mistress did or said, He threw the bridegroom from the nuptial bed, Into the chimney did so his rival maul, His bruised bones ne'er were cured ...
— Bride of Lammermoor • Sir Walter Scott

... call thy brothers mine; since forth I came From Sparta, it is now the twentieth year, Yet never heard I once hard speech from thee, 965 Or taunt morose, but if it ever chanced, That of thy father's house female or male Blamed me, and even if herself the Queen (For in the King, whate'er befell, I found Always a father) thou hast interposed 970 Thy gentle temper and thy gentle speech To soothe them; therefore, with the same sad drops Thy fate, oh Hector! and my own I weep; For other friend within the ample bounds Of Ilium ...
— The Iliad of Homer - Translated into English Blank Verse • Homer

... sore grieved at so sudden a blow and said to herself, "Ah! Woe is me and well-away! How bitter will be living without the love of such brothers whose youthtide was sacrificed for me! 'Tis but right that I share their fate whate'er be my lot; else what shall I have to say on the Day of Doom and the Resurrection of the Dead and the Judgment of Mankind?" Wherefore next morning, without further let or stay, she donned disguise ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 3 • Richard F. Burton

... god[028], to loyal Hampton's pile, To Clermont's terrass'd height, and Esher's groves; Where in the sweetest solitude, embrac'd By the soft windings of the silent Mole, From courts and senates Pelham finds repose Enchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung! O vale of bliss! O softly swelling hills! On which the Power of Cultivation lies, And joys to see the wonders ...
— Flowers and Flower-Gardens • David Lester Richardson

... the summer rose Sweeter breathes to charm us; From this hour the winter snows Lighter fall to harm us; Fair or foul—on land or sea— Come the wind or weather, Best or worst, whate'er they be, We shall (D.V.) ...
— Life and Literature - Over two thousand extracts from ancient and modern writers, - and classified in alphabetical order • J. Purver Richardson

... last I spoke. 'My father, let me go. It cannot be but some gross error lies In this report, this answer of a king, Whom all men rate as kind and hospitable: Or, maybe, I myself, my bride once seen, Whate'er my grief to find her less than fame, May rue the bargain made.' And Florian said: 'I have a sister at the foreign court, Who moves about the Princess; she, you know, Who wedded with a nobleman from thence: ...
— The Princess • Alfred Lord Tennyson

... Farewell, unfalteringly brave! Farewell, thou generous heart and true! May Pluto give thee welcome due, And Hermes love thee in the grave. Whate'er of blessed life there be For high souls to the darkness flown, Be thine for ever, and a throne Beside the ...
— Alcestis • Euripides

... estranged. Oh, if thou holdest peace or glory dear, Away with jealousy; brave Sisabert, Smite from thy bosom, smite that scorpion down. It swells and hardens amid mildewed hopes, O'erspreads and blackens whate'er most delights, And renders us haters of loveliness, The lowest of the fiends: ambition led The higher on, furious to dispossess, From admiration sprung and frenzied love. This disingenuous soul-debasing passion, Rising ...
— Count Julian • Walter Savage Landor

... Whate'er disputes of ancient poets rise, In some one excellence their merit lies; What depth of learning old Pacuvius shows! With strong sublime the page of Accius glows; Menander's comic robe Afranius wears, Plautus as rapid in his plots appears, As Epicharmus; Terence charms with art And grave Coecilius ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 6, June 1810 • Various

... me in that holy fear, In stainless honour's love, And from the past she warned me, Whate'er my fate should prove, To shrink from bloodshed as a ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. 327 - Vol. 53, January, 1843 • Various

... I must speak out at the end, Tho' I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips: You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward, 'Faith our sun was near eclipse! 110 Demand whate'er you will, France remains your debtor still. Ask to heart's content and have! or my ...
— Browning's Shorter Poems • Robert Browning

... afeard of me. I never left off loving thee, Lizzie. I was always a-thinking of thee. Thy father forgave thee afore he died." (There was a little start here, but no sound was heard.) "Lizzie, lass, I'll do aught for thee; I'll live for thee; only don't be afeard of me. Whate'er thou art or hast been, we'll ne'er speak on't. We'll leave th' oud times behind us, and go back to the Upclose Farm. I but left it to find thee, my lass; and God has led me to thee. Blessed be His name. And God is good, too, Lizzie. Thou hast not forgot thy Bible, I'll ...
— Lizzie Leigh • Elizabeth Gaskell

... thou wast, * I cast thy case the bestest best; And turned her heart to thee, so she * Fosterd thee on fondest breast. We will suffice thee in whate'er * Shall cause thee trouble or unrest; We'll aid thee in thine enterprise * So rise and bow ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 8 • Richard F. Burton

... reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat"; such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 20 For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace—all ...
— Dramatic Romances • Robert Browning

... in and eat whate'er you wish. Taste each dainty in the dish. Make a bow, and wipe your feet, Fold ...
— Buddy And Brighteyes Pigg - Bed Time Stories • Howard R. Garis

... to know That, though I perish, Truth is so; That howsoe'er I stray or range, Whate'er I do, thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, thou dost not fall." Here is the confidence, the strength, that comes from prayer, from communion with God, from the sense of being in his presence, from a feeling of fellowship ...
— Our Unitarian Gospel • Minot Savage

... could afford, And, such as storms allow, The cask, the coop, the floated cord, Delay'd not to bestow; But he, they knew, nor ship nor shore, Whate'er ...
— Cowper • Goldwin Smith

... trembling voice he said, "What wilt thou here?" The angel answered, "Lo! the time draws near When thou must die; yet first, by God's decree, Whate'er thou askest shall be granted thee." Replied the Rabbi, "Let these living eyes First look upon ...
— Tales of a Wayside Inn • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

... Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The sexes sprang from shame and pride, Blown in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed death into sleep; The sexes ...
— Poems of William Blake • William Blake

... vanquished oft, in falsehood undismayed, Like heretics in flaming vest arrayed Each angry Don lifts high his injured head, Or 'stands between the living and the dead.' Still from St. Mary's pulpit echoes wide Primo, beware of truth, whate'er betide; Deinde, from deep Charybdis while you steer Lest damned Socinus charm you with his sneer, Watch above all, so not Saint Thomas spake, Lest upon Calvin, Scylla's rook, you break," ...
— My Life as an Author • Martin Farquhar Tupper

... Whate'er was dear before is dearer now. There's not a bird singing upon his bough But sings the sweeter in our English ears: There's not a nobleness of heart, hand, brain But shines the purer; happiest is England now In those that fight, and watch ...
— Poems New and Old • John Freeman

... the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes: Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times. Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; And sit you down and say your grace With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. ...
— Ballads • William Makepeace Thackeray

... things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth We've got to work ...
— A Heap o' Livin' • Edgar A. Guest

... few of us In all the world's great, ceaseless struggling strife, Go to our work with gladsome, buoyant step, And love it for its sake, whate'er it be. Because it is a labor, or, mayhap, Some sweet, peculiar art of God's own gift; And not the promise of the world's slow smile of recognition, or of mammon's gilded grasp. Alas, how few, in inspiration's dazzling flash, Or spiritual ...
— Violets and Other Tales • Alice Ruth Moore

... or great or small, Don't fail, whate'er you do, To stand for Right and nobly dare To speak an ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller

... Must evermore sound noisome to thine ear. Yet where could I have found a fairer fame Than giving burial to my own true brother? All here would tell thee they approve my deed, Were they not tongue-tied to authority. But kingship hath much profit; this in chief, That it may do and say whate'er it will. ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles

... and narrow ship,— Housed on the wild sea with wild usages,— Whate'er in the inland dales the land conceals Of fair and exquisite, O! nothing, nothing, Do we behold of that in our ...
— Two Years Before the Mast • Richard Henry Dana

... far behold, Star, the Moon calls to her fold, Nicolete with thee doth dwell, My sweet love with locks of gold, God would have her dwell afar, Dwell with him for evening star, Would to God, whate'er befell, Would that with her I might dwell. I would clip her close and strait, Nay, were I of much estate, Some king's son desirable, Worthy she to be my mate, Me to kiss and clip me ...
— Aucassin and Nicolete • Andrew Lang

... Thee first, thee, mother; ere my songs had breath, That love of loves, whose bondage makes man free, Was in me strong as death. And seeing no slave may love thee, no, not one That loves not freedom more, And more for thy sake loves her, and for hers Thee; or that hates not, on whate'er thy shore Or what thy wave soever, all things done Of man beneath the sun In his despite and thine, to cross and curse Your light and song that as with lamp and verse Guide safe the strength of our sphered universe, Thy breath it was, thou knowest, ...
— Songs of the Springtides and Birthday Ode - Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles - Swinburne—Vol. III • Algernon Charles Swinburne

... leadeth me! Oh, blessed thought! Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand ...
— When the Holy Ghost is Come • Col. S. L. Brengle

... to yourself that, whate'er you might dream or avow By illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me than ...
— The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume IV • Elizabeth Barrett Browning

... Whate'er in itself joy can give, Or that springs from sweet respite of pain, That mortals or gods can receive, Blest HYGEIA! is found in ...
— Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, March 1844 - Volume 23, Number 3 • Various

... itself to set thee free, But more to nerve—doth Victory Wave her rich garland from the Ideal clime. Whate'er thy wish, the Earth has no repose— Life still must drag thee onward as it flows, Whirling thee down the dancing surge of Time. But when the courage sinks beneath the dull Sense of its narrow limits—on the soul, Bright from the hill-tops of the ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)

... equal praise the actor labour'd too; For still you'll find, trace passions to their root, Small difference 'twixt the Stoic and the Brute. 980 In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan, He could not, for a moment, sink the man. In whate'er cast his character was laid, Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in: Horatio, Dorax,[77] Falstaff,—still 'twas Quin. Next follows Sheridan.[78] A doubtful name, As yet unsettled in the rank of fame: This, ...
— Poetical Works • Charles Churchill

... what a merry face I have, And how my ladies glisten! I will try To do my utmost, in my love for you And the good people of Ravenna. Now, As the first shock is over, I expect To feel quite happy. I will wed the Count, Be he whate'er he may. I do not speak In giddy recklessness. I've weighed it all,— 'Twixt hope and fear, knowledge and ignorance,— And reasoned out my duty to your wish. I have no yearnings towards another love: So, if I show my husband a desire To fill the place ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Francesca da Rimini • George Henry Boker

... journalist, who long Had told the great unheaded throng Whate'er they thought, by day or night. Was true as Holy Writ, and right, Was caught in—well, on second thought, It is enough that he was caught, And being thrown in jail became The ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce

... the gold that glitters cold, When linked to hard and haughty feeling? Whate'er we're told, the noblest gold Is truth ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof

... to my prophetic eye there starts A beauteous gamestress in the Queen of Hearts. The cards are dealt, the fatal pool is lost, And all her golden hopes for ever cross'd. Yet still this card-devoted fair I view—Whate'er her luck, to "honour" ever true. So tender there,—if debts crowd fast upon her, She'll pawn her "virtue" to preserve her "honour." Thrice happy were my art, could I foretell, Cards would be soon abjured ...
— The Gaming Table: Its Votaries and Victims - Volume I (of II) • Andrew Steinmetz

... bade her rise! then heard her fearful tale— An orphan doomed to be A lifelong slave And serve a tyrant's lust and infamy. From such, Sir Harold swore he would her save, Whate'er the cost the ...
— Rowena & Harold - A Romance in Rhyme of an Olden Time, of Hastyngs and Normanhurst • Wm. Stephen Pryer

... true whate'er betide; Thy heart o'er human woe doth melt; For men of every race Christ died, And, as a zone, Thy love would belt All human kind from pole to pole ...
— Gleams of Sunshine - Optimistic Poems • Joseph Horatio Chant

... blended, sees the Life-Soul resident In all things living, and all living things In that Life-Soul contained. And whoso thus Discerneth Me in all, and all in Me, I never let him go; nor looseneth he Hold upon Me; but, dwell he where he may, Whate'er his life, in Me he dwells and lives, Because he knows and worships Me, Who dwell In all which lives, and cleaves to Me in all. Arjuna! if a man sees everywhere— Taught by his own similitude—one Life, One Essence in the Evil and the Good, Hold ...
— The Bhagavad-Gita • Sir Edwin Arnold

... my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so, That howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth

... I will confide, Whate'er betide, In Thy compassion tender. When grief and stress My heart oppress, Thou wilt ...
— Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark • Jens Christian Aaberg

... Gods; for in thy face Shines more awful majesty, Than dull, weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold And live! Therefore on this mould Slowly do I bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits; and but lend Belief to that the Satyr tells: Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better nor more true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned ...
— Jesse Cliffe • Mary Russell Mitford

... exclaimed, "and I am glad that she is here. For the rest, were she but mine, I think I should not grudge her price whate'er it be." ...
— The Virgin of the Sun • H. R. Haggard

... ask to be forgot; I've read thy heart in every line, And know that there one sacred spot, Whate'er betide, will still be mine, For death but lays its mystic spell Upon affection's earthliness,— I know that, though thou lov'st me well, Thou lov'st thy sainted none ...
— Lives of the Three Mrs. Judsons • Arabella W. Stuart

... it true whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow most: ''Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to ...
— The Carved Cupboard • Amy Le Feuvre

... whate'er she felt, It follow'd down the plain! She own'd her sins, and down she knelt, And ...
— Rural Tales, Ballads, and Songs • Robert Bloomfield

... And mysteries, and mummeries, and hymns, And disputations dire that lamed their limbs) To serve his temple and maintain the fires, Expound the law, manipulate the wires. Amazed, the populace that rites attend, Believe whate'er they cannot comprehend, And, inly edified to learn that two Half-hairs joined so and so (as Art can do) Have sweeter values and a grace more fit Than Nature's hairs that never have been split, Bring cates and wines for sacrificial ...
— The Devil's Dictionary • Ambrose Bierce

... read the letter) He thought the opening speech Would be "more honoured in the breach Than the observance." So here I am, To read a royal speech without a flam. Her Majesty continues to receive From Foreign Powers good reasons to believe That, for the universe, they would not tease her, But do whate'er they could on earth to please her. A striking fact, That proves each act Of us, the Cabinet, has been judicious, Though of our conduct some folks are suspicious. Her Majesty has also satisfaction To state the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various

... Willie! ye were right, lad!" exclaimed his mother, while the letter shook in her hand; but, suddenly bursting into tears, she continued—"No, no! my bairn was wrong—very wrong. Life is precious, and at all times desirable; and, for his poor mother's sake, he ought to have married the lassie, whate'er she may be like." And, turning to the bearer of the letter, she inquired—"And what like may the leddy be, the marrying o' whom would save my ...
— Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 2 - Historical, Traditional, and Imaginative • Alexander Leighton

... my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change, I steadier step when I recall That, if I ...
— The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book • Various

... east to furthest western shore, Driving along like dust-cloud through the air To increase his capital or not impair: These, one and all, the clink of metre fly, And look on poets with a dragon's eye. "Beware! he's vicious: so he gains his end, A selfish laugh, he will not spare a friend: Whate'er he scrawls, the mean malignant rogue Is all alive to get it into vogue: Give him a handle, and your tale is known To every giggling boy and maundering crone." A weighty accusation! now, permit Some few brief words, and I will answer it: First, be it understood, I make no claim ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace

... shrewd Philosopher, And had read every text and gloss over: Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath, He understood b' implicit faith: Whatever Skeptic could inquire for; For every WHY he had a WHEREFORE: Knew more than forty of them do, As far as words and terms could go. All which he understood by rote, And, as occasion ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various

... blessed! give me still Presence of mind to put in act my will, Whate'er the occasion be; And so to live, unforced by any fear, Beneath those laws of peace, that never are Affected with pollutions popular Of unjust injury, As to bear safe the burden of hard fates, Of foes inflexive, ...
— The Man Without a Country and Other Tales • Edward E. Hale

... a city boy, Father's pet and mother's joy; Always lay in bed till late; That's what made his hair so straight, Late he sat up every night,— That's what made his cheeks so white; Always had whate'er he wanted, He but asked, and mother granted; Cakes and comfits made him snarly, Sweets ...
— Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad • Various

... skin, that the veins seemed hardly hidden, and a very slight emotion was sufficient to suffuse it with a tint that needed to fear no rivalry with the rose. No heaven could be bluer than the soft eyes that seemed "to love whate'er they looked upon," and whether dimmed with the tear of pity, or flashing with mirth, revealed a pure, but not a timid spirit. But among features which all were beautiful, if one could be called more beautiful than another, it was the mouth, and ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams

... first invented sleep, (I really can't avoid the iteration;) But blast the man, with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round advising, ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various

... place them by themselves? or set apart Their motions and their brightness from the stars, And then point out the flower or the star? Or build a wall betwixt my life and love, And tell me where I am? 'Tis even thus: In that I live I love; because I love I live: whate'er is fountain to the one Is fountain to the other; and whene'er Our God unknits the riddle of the one, There is no shade or fold of ...
— The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred Lord Tennyson

... ghosts, or fairy elves, Or witchcraft, are no fables. But his task Is ended with the night;—the thin white moon Evades the eye, the sun breaks through the trees, And the charmed wizard comes forth a mere man From out his circle. Thus it is, whate'er We know and understand hath lost the power Over us;—we are then the master. Still All Fancy's world is real; no diverse mark Is on the stores of memory, whether gleaned From childhood's early wonder at the charm That bound the lady in the echoless ...
— The Germ - Thoughts towards Nature in Poetry, Literature and Art • Various

... within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where ...
— In Tune with the Infinite - or, Fullness of Peace, Power, and Plenty • Ralph Waldo Trine

... be your kith, whate'er be your kin, Frae this ye mauna gae; An' gin ye 'll consent to be my ain, Nae marrow ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various

... ringlet of fair hair which I gave him?" thought she fondly. "He will be true to me. Whate'er betide, I ...
— Clare Avery - A Story of the Spanish Armada • Emily Sarah Holt

... life's dull round, Whate'er his fortunes may have been, Must sigh to think he still has found His ...
— October Vagabonds • Richard Le Gallienne

... 'Whate'er my Muse adventurous dares indite, Whether the niceness of thy piercing sight Applaud my lays, or censure what I write, To thee I sing, and hope to borrow fame, By adding to my ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele

... can I bear to leave thee? One parting kiss I give thee, And then, whate'er befalls me, I go where ...
— Lippincott's Magazine, December, 1885 • Various

... night, And joyful light; From antique ashes, whose departed flame In thee has finer life and longer fame; From wounds and balms, From storms and calms, From potsherds and dry bones, And ruin-stones. So to thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought Whate'er the hand of Circumstance hath brought; Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun White radiance hot from out the sun. So thou dost mutually leaven Strength of earth with grace of heaven; So thou dost marry new and old Into a one of higher mould; So thou dost reconcile the hot and cold, ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 15, - No. 86, February, 1875 • Various

... has touched. Only the river dews Gleam, and the spring bee sings, and in the glade Hath Solitude her mystic garden made. No evil hand may cull it: only he Whose heart hath known the heart of Purity, Unlearned of man, and true whate'er befall. Take therefore from pure hands this coronal, O mistress loved, thy golden hair to twine. For, sole of living men, this grace is mine, To dwell with thee, and speak, and hear replies Of voice divine, though none may see thine ...
— Hippolytus/The Bacchae • Euripides

... then," saith she, as she followed me into our chamber. "Whate'er you found, you left me too poor to pay the jeweller. I would fain have had a sapphire pin more than I got, but your raid on my purse disabled me thereof. The rogue would ...
— In Convent Walls - The Story of the Despensers • Emily Sarah Holt

... crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he ...
— Selections From American Poetry • Various

... curs against you? I should have brought a dozen. Yet it was at me you struck. Whate'er they did I ordered them ...
— The Wanderer's Necklace • H. Rider Haggard

... "Dear countrymen, whate'er is left to us Of ancient heritage— Of manners, speech, of humours, polity, The limited horizon of our stage— Old love, hope, fear, All this I fain would fix upon the page; That so the coming age, Lost in the empire's mass, Yet haply longing for their fathers, ...
— From a Cornish Window - A New Edition • Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

... apparel; Try me and test me, lock and barrel; And own, to give the devil his due, I have made more of life than you. Yet I nor sought nor risked a life; I shudder at an open knife; The perilous seas I still avoided And stuck to land whate'er betided. I had no gold, no marble quarry, I was a poor apothecary, Yet here I stand, at thirty-eight, A ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. XXII (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson

... mean it should be so, And yet I might have known That hearts that live as close as ours Can never keep their own. But we are fallen on evil times, And, do whate'er I may, My heart grows sad about the ...
— Atlantic Monthly,Volume 14, No. 82, August, 1864 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various

... open, and barriers fall. She is infinite as ocean, she is variable as heaven, and her name is the Unforeseen. Man, strive not to escape from Woman and the love of woman; for, fly where thou wilt, She is yet thy fate, and whate'er thou buildest ...
— Cleopatra • H. Rider Haggard

... fled, Have left me here to love and live in vain:— Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead, When busy Memory flashes o'er my brain? Well—I will dream that we may meet again, And woo the vision to my vacant breast; If aught of young Remembrance then remain, Be as it may Whate'er beside ...
— The Works of Lord Byron: Letters and Journals, Volume 2. • Lord Byron

... which make agree All parts of this vast plan; How life is in whate'er we see, And only life in man:— What matter where the less may be, And where the ...
— International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, - No. 3, Oct. 1, 1850 • Various

... blithely will I bide Whate'er may yet betide When ane is by my side On this far, far strand. My Jean will soon be here This waefu' heart to cheer, And dry the fa'ing tear For ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume IV. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various

... to help and cheer, The more you give the more you grow; This message evermore rings true, In time you reap whate'er you sow. No failure you have need to fear, Except to fail to do your best— What have you done, what can you do? That is the question, that ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various

... "'Whate'er in Nature is thine own, Floating in air or pent in stone, Will rive the hills and swim the sea, And like ...
— A California Girl • Edward Eldridge

... whate'er to-morrow bring us, it shall shed no gloom to-night, For a British soldier does not flinch from thought of death in fight; No better ending could we wish, no worthier do we know, Than to fall for King and country, ...
— The Young Buglers • G.A. Henty

... it not Wherever on the wide-wayed earth your fate Calls you to labour; whatsoe'er your lot— In service, or in power, in stress or state— Whate'er betide, With humble pride, Remember! By ...
— Raemaekers' Cartoons - With Accompanying Notes by Well-known English Writers • Louis Raemaekers

... that in after-years we yet shall meet again, When time has cancelled every trace of this dark hour of pain: O may I see thee happy, blest, whate'er my lot may be, And, as a sister and a friend, ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 444 - Volume 18, New Series, July 3, 1852 • Various

... must be all hands, Since whate'er He wills He worketh. Tell me then who is that God, Whom to-day I have discovered The supreme of good to be, The Creator, the Annuller, The Omniscient, the All-seeing, Whom ...
— The Wonder-Working Magician • Pedro Calderon de la Barca

... say, and sorely tried; Of that I have nothing to say, The victory is mine whate'er may betide; I'm happy ...
— Food for the Lambs; or, Helps for Young Christians • Charles Ebert Orr

... and shield, 470 His lordship the embattled field. What from a prince can I demand, Who neither reck of state nor land? Ellen, thy hand—the ring is thine; Each guard and usher knows the sign. 475 Seek thou the king without delay— This signet shall secure thy way— And claim thy suit, whate'er it be, As ransom of his pledge to me." He placed the golden circlet on, 480 Paused—kissed her hand—and then was gone. The aged Minstrel stood aghast, So hastily Fitz-James shot past. He joined his guide, and wending down The ridges of the mountain brown, 485 Across the stream they ...
— Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott

... of one, two, three, ten or twenty-five hundred years, when things loom large and out of proportion—and all these things were plain to Pericles. Yet he kept his inmost belief to himself, and let the mob believe whate'er it list. Morley's book on "Compromise" would not have appealed much to Pericles—his answer would have been, "A man must do what he can, and not what he would." Yet he was no vulgar demagog truckling to the caprices of mankind, ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 7 - Little Journeys to the Homes of Eminent Orators • Elbert Hubbard

... "Whate'er be said about my books," said Dryden, angrily, "be they read or be they not, 'tis mine they are, and none there be who dare dispute ...
— A House-Boat on the Styx • John Kendrick Bangs

... here and dangers dire, Whate'er befalls me on my onward march, All, all, I feel, is for the common good For others treading ...
— Personality in Literature • Rolfe Arnold Scott-James

... Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending: I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;— I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it ...
— Children's Literature - A Textbook of Sources for Teachers and Teacher-Training Classes • Charles Madison Curry

... spake: "Ne'er a coward did we have, but, to tell the truth, O noble queen, none rode so well to the strife and fray, as did the noble stranger from Netherland. Mickle wonders the hand of valiant Siegfried wrought. Whate'er the knights have done in strife, Dankwart and Hagen and other men of the king, however much they strove for honor, 'tis but as the wind compared with Siegfried, the son of Siegmund, the king. They slew full many a hero in the fray, but none might ...
— The Nibelungenlied • Unknown

... classic scenes amid For rest and peace he hankers, Amari aliquid His joys aesthetic cankers: Whate'er he sees, he knows He has to write upon it A paragraph of prose Or ...
— Lyra Frivola • A. D. Godley

... me Their oaths shall pledge to bind me: With boundless wealth thou'lt find me, With wealth too great to pay. 'Tis thou who oaths delayest; 'Tis done whate'er thou sayest; For well I know thou slayest The foe ...
— Heroic Romances of Ireland Volumes 1 and 2 Combined • A. H. Leahy

... accept the challenge, fellow? Speak!" The angler turned, came near, and bent his knee: "'Tis not for kings to strive with such as me; Yet if the King commands it, I obey. But one condition of the strife I pray: The fisherman who brings the least to land Shall do whate'er the other may command." Loud laughed the King: "A foolish fisher thou! For I shall win, and rule ...
— The Poems of Henry Van Dyke • Henry Van Dyke

... thee. This is my reply; Whate'er I may have been, or am, doth rest between Heaven and myself.—I shall not choose a mortal To be my mediator. Have I sinn'd Against your ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore

... he fled to what was real— Fair women's arms, laughter and love and pleasure, All the mad joy of life; whate'er he craved, He found was given him ...
— Three Dramas - The Editor—The Bankrupt—The King • Bjornstjerne M. Bjornson

... thought-benighted Sceptic beamed 30 Manifest Godhead, melting into day What floating mists of dark idolatry Broke and misshaped the omnipresent Sire:[110:1] And first by Fear uncharmed the drowsd Soul. Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel 35 Dim recollections; and thence soared to Hope, Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good The Eternal dooms for His immortal sons. From Hope and firmer Faith to perfect Love Attracted and absorbed: and centered there 40 God only to behold, and know, and feel, Till by exclusive consciousness ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge

... Almanacks, or Shoes! And you that did your fortunes seek, Step to this grave, but once a week! This earth which bears his body's print You'll find has so much virtue in it; That I durst pawn my ears, 'twill tell Whate'er concerns you, full as well (In physic, stolen goods, or love) As ...
— An English Garner - Critical Essays & Literary Fragments • Edited by Professor Arber and Thomas Seccombe

... Indian brothers, The Children of the Sun, Guide us and walk beside us, Until Thy will be done. To all be equal measure, Whate'er his blood or birth, Till we shall build as Thou hast willed O'er all ...
— Songs Of The Road • Arthur Conan Doyle

... glideth 90 Where my Love abideth. Sleep's no softer; it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, On and on, whate'er befall, Meandering and musical, 95 Though the niggard pasturage Bears not on its shaven ledge Aught but weeds and waving grasses To view the river as it passes, Save here and there a scanty patch ...
— Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning • Robert Browning

... look for some repose: What cannot terror do in mortal mind? An instinct forced me to the Jewish temple, And I conceived the thought to appease their God: Some offerings, I believed, would calm His rage, And make that God, whate'er He be, more gentle. Pontiff of Baal excuse my feebleness! I entered; but the sacrifices ceased, The people fled; the high-priest furiously Rushed towards me; whilst he spake, O terrible surprise! I saw that selfsame child, my menacer, Such as my frightful dream had fashioned him. I saw him; ...
— Athaliah • J. Donkersley

... the journey, and narrow the way, I'll rejoice that I've seldom a turnpike to pay; And whate'er others say, be the last to complain, Though marriage is just ...
— The Life of Thomas Telford by Smiles • Samuel Smiles

... alone in Drink! Good causes are not won, whate'er you think, By bullying indulgence in bad manners. A total abstinence from aught unfair Will serve you best. Your Standard raise in air, But Banners of Intemperance should not tear Passions to ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, April 22, 1893 • Various

... "Whate'er was wasted in our earthly state, Here safely treasured—each neglected good, Time squandered, and occasion ill-bestowed; There sparkling chains he found, and knots of gold, The specious ties that ill-paired lovers ...
— Farm drainage • Henry Flagg French

... success in honest strife, But not to value it so much That, winning it, you go through life Stained by dishonor's scarlet touch. What goal or dream you choose, pursue, But be a man whate'er ...
— A Heap o' Livin' • Edgar A. Guest

... did he speak and say, "O Love, why dost thou lie awake and weep, Who for content shouldst have good heart to sleep This cold hour ere the dawning?" Nought she said, But wept aloud. Then cried he, "By my head! Whate'er thou wishest I will do for thee; Yea, if it make an end of thee and me." "O Love," she said, "I scarce dare ask again, Yet is there in mine heart an aching pain To know what of my father is become: So would I send my sisters to my home, Because I ...
— The Earthly Paradise - A Poem • William Morris

... comfort her old age; For I was still a truant bird, that thought his home a cage. For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died and left us to divide his scanty hoard I let them take whate'er they would, but I kept my father's sword; And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine On the cottage wall at Bingen, calm Bingen on ...
— Our Boys - Entertaining Stories by Popular Authors • Various

... Whate'er of good though small the present brings— Kind greetings, sunshine, song of birds, and flowers, With a child's pure delight in little things; And of the griefs unborn will rest secure, Knowing ...
— Stray Thoughts for Girls • Lucy H. M. Soulsby

... whate'er thou pleasest! Thou wouldst not have me perish in the forest, Thou wouldst not, sure, that I ...
— The Death of Balder • Johannes Ewald

... Whate'er in heaven, In earth, man sees mysterious, shakes his mind With sacred awe o'erwhelms him, and his soul Bows to the dust; the cause of things conceal Once from his vision, instant to the gods All empire ...
— Christianity and Greek Philosophy • Benjamin Franklin Cocker

... quite close to my side, And sweet little Hope with me whate'er betide, I bring Father Christmas the bright golden keys That will open ...
— Christmas Entertainments • Alice Maude Kellogg

... air to water changed; Down fell the rain, and to the gullies came Whate'er of it earth ...
— Dante's Purgatory • Dante

... that 'tis not all to be Self-seeking pleasure-hunters; higher far Are works of kindliness and charity Which we can do, whate'er our frailties are. And we have learned that pain and sorrow, though Unwelcome guests, have each a ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats

... is all our own; Whate'er the price, we paid it; Therefore we'll fight till all is blue, Should any dare invade it. ...
— The Olden Time Series, Vol. 6: Literary Curiosities - Gleanings Chiefly from Old Newspapers of Boston and Salem, Massachusetts • Henry M. Brooks

... should love thee. Whate'er thou hadst chosen, thou wouldst still have acted Nobly and worthy of thee; but repentance Shall ne'er ...
— Hopes and Fears - scenes from the life of a spinster • Charlotte M. Yonge

... the self-same place Where at his setting out h was So in the circle of the arts 215 Did he advance his nat'ral parts, Till falling back still, for retreat, He fell to juggle, cant, and cheat: For as those fowls that live in water Are never wet, he did but smatter: 220 Whate'er he labour'd to appear, His understanding still was clear Yet none a deeper knowledge boasted, Since old HODGE-BACON and BOB GROSTED. Th' Intelligible World he knew, 225 And all men dream on't to be true; That in this world there's not a wart That has not there ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler

... sound is uttered,—but a deep And solemn harmony pervades The hollow vale from steep to steep, And penetrates the glades. Far distant images draw nigh, Called forth by wondrous potency Of beamy radiance, that imbues Whate'er it strikes with gem-like hues! In vision exquisitely clear, Herds range along the mountain-side; And glistening antlers are descried; And gilded flocks appear. Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve! But long as god-like wish, or hope divine, Informs my spirit, ne'er ...
— The Lights and Shadows of Real Life • T.S. Arthur

... Of Allan Mor of Moy the son; He brought to me a sonsy vessel To satiate my thirsty whistle. The poet proved himself unwise When him he did not eulogise. The bards—I own it with regret— Are a pernicious sorry set, Whate'er they get is soon forgot, Unless you ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 1, November 1875 • Various

... a woman's grace to learn; In MILLAR'S dialect she would not prove Apollo's priestess, but Apollo's love, Graced by those signs which truth delights to own, The timid blush, and mild submitted tone: Whate'er she says, though sense appear throughout, Displays the tender hue of female doubt; Deck'd with that charm, how lovely wit appears, How graceful SCIENCE, when that robe she wears! Such too her talents, and her bent of mind, As speak a sprightly heart ...
— The School For Scandal • Richard Brinsley Sheridan

... champion 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 ...
— Alfred Russel Wallace: Letters and Reminiscences Vol 2 (of 2) • James Marchant

... in his numerous race, And show'd in charity a Christian's grace: Whate'er a friend or parent feels, he knew; His hand was open, and his heart was true; In what he gain'd and gave, he taught mankind, A grateful always is a generous mind. Here rest his clay! his soul must ever rest; Who bless'd when living, dying ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 6 - Reviews, Political Tracts, and Lives of Eminent Persons • Samuel Johnson

... whate'er I syng, Whate'er I do, that hart shall se, That I shall serue with hart lovyng That lovyng hart ...
— For the Master's Sake - A Story of the Days of Queen Mary • Emily Sarah Holt

... I promised her, whate'er betide, To love her to the last, And Fate, my truth has sadly tried, In all our sorrows past; But she may trust me, tho' we part, And both our lot deplore: Where'er I go, this bleeding heart Will ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello

... to daring action swells; By woe, in plaintless patience it excels: From patience, prudent clear experience springs, And traces knowledge through the course of things! Thence hope is form'd, thence fortitude, success, Renown—whate'er ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. in Nine Volumes - Volume the Eighth: The Lives of the Poets, Volume II • Samuel Johnson

... century's reign, Wreathes in the clouds her regal diadem,— A forest waving on a single stem;— Then mark the poet; though to him unknown The quaint-mouthed titles, such as scholars own, See how his eye in ecstasy pursues The steps of Nature tracked in radiant hues; Nay, in thyself, whate'er may be thy fate, Pallid with toil or surfeited with state, Mark how thy fancies, with the vernal rose, Awake, all sweetness, from their long repose; Then turn to ponder o'er the classic page, Traced with the idyls of a greener age, And learn the ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

... day's calm close Before we seek repose, I'm with his mother, offering up our prayer, Whate'er I may be saying, I am, in spirit, praying For our boy's ...
— The Christian Home • Samuel Philips

... and without, From a cold in your head to a touch of the gout. If any lady's figure is awry I'll make her very fitting to pass by. I'll give a coward a heart if he be willing, Will make him stand without fear of killing. Ribs, legs, or arms, whate'er you break, be sure Of one or all I'll make a perfect cure. Nay, more than this by far, I will maintain, If you should lose your head or heart, I'll give it you again. Then here's a doctor rare, who travels much at home, So take my pills, I'll cure all ills, past, present, or to come. ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing

... But dearest of the whole fair troop, In judgment of the moment, she Whose daisy eyes had learn'd to droop. Her very faults my fancy fired; My loving will, so thwarted, grew; And, bent on worship, I admired Whate'er she was, with partial view. And yet when, as to-day, her smile Was prettiest, I could not but note Honoria, less admired the while, Was lovelier, though from ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore

... [Little saints!] do't as thou wilt," sneered Gertrude. "I would I had brought all my gear withal. Whate'er possessed yon jade Audrey to fall sick, that I was like to leave her behind at Chester!— Truly, I knew not what idiots I was coming amongst—very savages, that wist not the usages of ...
— Clare Avery - A Story of the Spanish Armada • Emily Sarah Holt

... wisdom hence, That would our joys one hour delay! Alas, the feast of soul and sense Love calls us to in youth's bright day, If not soon tasted, fleets away. Ne'er wert thou formed, my Lamp, to shed Thy splendor on a lifeless page;— Whate'er my blushing Lais said Of thoughtful lore and studies sage, 'Twas mockery all—her glance of joy Told me thy dearest, best employ. And, soon, as night shall close the eye Of heaven's young wanderer in the west; When seers are gazing on the ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al

... pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred and blackened form, For thou to me wilt ever be— Whate'er betides the storm— A casket filled with memories Of ...
— Pipe and Pouch - The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry • Various

... in Seville on the day Thou didst renounce him? Then mightst thou indeed Snap finger at whate'er thy slanderers say. Lothly must I admit, just then the seed Of Jacob chanced upon a grievous way. Still from the wounds of that red year we bleed. The curse had fallen upon our heads—the sword Was whetted for the chosen of ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus

... 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 ever, far, He beamed before; but ...
— Cruel As The Grave • Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth

... not its shippers, my friend, but produce it—an Actual, "forty-five," languorous Lusitan, Befitting, whate'er be its label, You, my good host, and the ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 26, 1892 • Various

... the Lord in holy prayer? What sect I follow? by what rule, Perhaps you mean, I play the fool? I answer, none; yet gladly own I worship God, but God alone. No pious fraud or monkish lies Shall teach me others to despise; Whate'er their creed, I love them all, So they before their Maker fall. The sage, the savage, and refined, On this one point are equal blind: Shall man, the creature of an hour, Arraign the all-creative Power? Or, by smooth chin, or beard unshaved, Decree who shall or not be saved? ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle

... Anglo-Saxon breeds, And didst adown all ages teach That Art of crowning words with deeds, May we, who use the speech, be blest With bravery, that when shall come In thy full time our hour of test - That promised hour of Christendom, We may be found, whate'er our need, How grim soe'er our circumstance, Unwilling to be fed or freed, Or fame or fortune to enhance By flinching from the good begun, By broken word or serpent plan, Or cruelty in malice done To helpless beast or ...
— The Ivory Trail • Talbot Mundy

... Whate'er thou hast to say, speak boldly out; Confront me like a man—I shall not start. Nor shiver, nor turn pale. My hand is firm, My heart is firmer still; and both are braced To meet ...
— Mark Hurdlestone - Or, The Two Brothers • Susanna Moodie

... may rob my life of joy, the foe may take my all, And desolate my days shall be if he shall have to fall. But this I know, whate'er may be the grief that I must face, Upon his record there will be no ...
— Over Here • Edgar A. Guest

... "Whate'er I know of the braiding art I'll willingly to thee disclose; And thou thy meat from my dish shalt eat, And with my best loved ...
— Hafbur and Signe - a ballad • Thomas J. Wise

... Concerning dates, whate'er they pen, No matter whether true or not, I know it must be summer when Green peas are boiling ...
— Rhymes Old and New • M.E.S. Wright



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