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EV

noun
1.
A unit of energy equal to the work done by an electron accelerated through a potential difference of 1 volt.  Synonym: electron volt.






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... cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: they grow in ev'ry street; At six-and-twenty, ripe. You shall 'em meet, And have him yield no favour, but of state. Ripe are their ruffs, their cuffs, their beards, their gate, And grave as ripe, like mellow as their faces. They know the states of Christendom, not ...
— English Satires • Various

... now the blessed morn, When was born the Virgin's Son, Who from heights of glorious worth, Unto earth His way has won; All the heav'ns grow bright to greet Him, Forth to meet Him, ev'ry one! ...
— A Celtic Psaltery • Alfred Perceval Graves

... He could not grow up higher, I scarce know If th' art itself unto that pitch could grow, Were't not in thee that hadst arriv'd the height Of all that wit could reach, or nature might. O when I read those excellent things of thine, Such strength, such sweetness couched in ev'ry line, Such life of fancy, such high choice of brain, Nought of the vulgar wit or borrow'd strain, Such passion, such expressions meet my eye, Such wit untainted with obscenity, And these so unaffectedly exprest, All in a language purely ...
— Microcosmography - or, a Piece of the World Discovered; in Essays and Characters • John Earle

... cried a swain, whose venerable head Bloom'd with the snow-drops of Man's narrow bed, Last night, while by his dying fire, as clos'd The day, in luxury my limbs repos'd, Here Penury oft from misery's mount will guide Ev'n to the summer door his icy tide, And here the avalanche of Death destroy The little cottage of ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1 of 8 • Edited by William Knight

... Scoville, des git up de ladder en shut de trap-do' quicker'n lightnin'. Miss Lou, kin'er peramberlate slow to'rd de house, des nachel like ez ef you ain' keerin' 'bout not'n. Wash away, granny. Play possum, ev'y one." ...
— Miss Lou • E. P. Roe

... into a great fit of laughing at Jack's sharpness about the money. 'The money that's in it, Jack!' says he; and he took the pipe out of his mouth, and laughed till he brought on a hard fit of coughing. 'O, by this and by that says he, 'but that bates Bannagher! And you're to get ev'ry penny, you thief o' the world, if you win it!' but for all that he seemed to be laughing at something that Jack wasn't ...
— The Ned M'Keown Stories - Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of - William Carleton, Volume Three • William Carleton

... 'long to bed, an' I'll go back an' teck a little nap myself," said he, in parting. "Ef he gits out that hen-house I'll give you ev'y chicken I got. But he am' gwine git out. A man's done fasten ...
— Two Little Confederates • Thomas Nelson Page

... winged one bends Ev'n his fantastic will to me; And, strange, yet true, both I and he Are friends,—the very best of friends. We are a happy wedded pair, And I the lord and she the dame; Our bed—our board—our hours the ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 • Charles Dudley Warner

... tell Whether the Things did there Themselvs appear, Which in my Spirit truly seem'd to dwell: Or whether my conforming Mind Were not ev'n all that therein shin'd.' ...
— Man or Matter • Ernst Lehrs

... mind; All pains, all cares, may favouring heav'n remove, All but the sweet solicitudes of love! May powerful nature join with grateful art, To point each glance, and force it to the heart! O then, when conquered crouds confess thy sway, When ev'n proud wealth and prouder wit obey, My fair, be mindful of the mighty trust, Alas! 'tis hard for beauty to be just. Those sovereign charms with strictest care employ; Nor give the generous pain, the worthless joy: With his own form acquaint the forward fool, ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell

... Dutchman!" screamed out the other, now white with rage, and with his eyes glaring like those of a tiger, as he threw out his arms and rushed at Jan Steenbock, "I'll give ye goss fur ev'ry lyin' word ye hev sed agen me, ye bet. I'm a raal Down-East alligator, I am, ye durned furrin reptyle! Ye'll wish ye wer never rizzed or came athwart my hawse, my hearty, afore I've plugged ye out an' done with ye, bo, I guess; for I'm a regular screamer ...
— The Island Treasure • John Conroy Hutcheson

... experienced. "No! but there ain't another man to be found ez could do it. It cost already two hundred thousand; it'll cost five hundred thousand afore it's done; and every cent of it is got out of the yearth beneath it, or HEZ got to be out of it. 'Tain't ev'ry man, Miss Carr, ez hev got the pluck to pledge not only what he's got, but what he ...
— Devil's Ford • Bret Harte

... trace could search discover in the township or without it, And the river had been dragged from morn till night with no avail. His continuity had ceased, and that was all about it, And there wasn't ev'n a grease-spot left behind to tell ...
— Successful Recitations • Various

... A soft amusement, an humane delight. To raise th' insipid nature of the ground, Or tame its savage genius to the grace Of careless sweet rusticity, that seems The amiable result of happy chance, Is to create, and give a god-like joy, Which ev'ry ...
— The Botanical Magazine, Vol. V - Or, Flower-Garden Displayed • William Curtis

... horizontally, and his voice shot straight at the ears of the assemblage, but his imagination started up, and now it made its final flight. "Dat's all I tells you, 'ceptin' my own humble efforts will be directed at organizin' a New World Af'ican Colony in de free country of Barzil. Dat's all. Fo' each an' ev'ry project us needs a Deppity Soopreem Leadeh. Dese will be 'pointed f'm amongst you. Each Deppity Soopreem Leadeh adorns hisself wid de gilt-edge robes ob de 'propriate responsibility an' collects de cash. Deppity Collector ...
— Lady Luck • Hugh Wiley

... continued, "nigh unto three hunderd; an' Little Lizay two hunderd an' fawty-seven.—That's the bigges' figger yer's ever struck yit, Lizay: shows what yer kin do. Min' yer come up ter it ter-morrer an' ev'ry ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877, Vol. XX. No. 118 • Various

... the Farmer's day is done, In the barnyard, ev'ry one, Beast and bird politely say, "Thank you ...
— Pinafore Palace • Various

... The house, in Tartar, is "ev;" "outakh," mansion; and "sarai," edifice in general; "haram-khaneh," the women's apartments. For palace they employ the word "igarat." The Russians confound all these meanings in the word "sakla," which, in the Circassian language, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXXIX. - March, 1843, Vol. LIII. • Various

... never yeard what 'come 'o him. Went in de army, I reck'n. Daid, I spec'—mos' ev'ybody's daid dat was here ...
— Colonel Carter's Christmas and The Romance of an Old-Fashioned Gentleman • F. Hopkinson Smith

... alone; ev'n now, on Neva's shore, Haply my name on friendly lips has trembled.... Round that bright board, say, are ye all assembled? Are there no other names ye count no more? Has our good custom been betray'd by others? Whom hath the cold world lured ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol 58, No. 357, July 1845 • Various

... the entrance into the crypt. The first flight consists of 25 steps; and the second, which terminates in the crypt, of eight. On the first arch across the first flight an inscription states: "Cette crypte fut construite par St. Patient evque de Lyon au V sicle sur l'emplacement du lieu ou St. Pothin et St. Irne, envoys a Lyon par Polycarpe disciple de l'aptre St. Jean, reunissaient les premiers chretiens. De nombreux martyrs y furent ensevelis." On the second arch ...
— The South of France—East Half • Charles Bertram Black

... gave all thy chords to light, freedom and song, The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill; But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal ...
— Three Wonder Plays • Lady I. A. Gregory

... subscribers, the lawfully called Pastors, Trustees, Elders, Vorsteher and communicant members of the Ger. Ev. Luth. Congregation of St. Michael's Church, acknowledge and bind ourselves to the ...
— The Organization of the Congregation in the Early Lutheran Churches in America • Beale M. Schmucker

... his nativ town in New Hampshire, any clear day. But settin' the Grate Orgin aside (and indeed, I don't think I heard it mentioned all the time I was there), Boston is one of the grandest, sure-footedest, clear headedest, comfortablest cities on the globe. Onlike ev'ry other large city I was ever in, the most of the hackmen don't seem to hav' bin speshully intended by natur for the Burglery perfession, and it's about the only large city I know of where you don't enjoy a brilliant opportunity of bein swindled in sum way, from the Risin of the ...
— The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 1 • Charles Farrar Browne

... insisted with owl-like wisdom. "Two years my life spent inalleshual vacuity. Los' idealism, got be physcal anmal," he shook his fist expressively at Old King Cole, "got be Prussian 'bout ev'thing, women 'specially. Use' be straight 'bout women college. Now don'givadam." He expressed his lack of principle by sweeping a seltzer bottle with a broad gesture to noisy extinction on the floor, but this did not interrupt his speech. "Seek ...
— This Side of Paradise • F. Scott Fitzgerald

... the peak, the lawns And winding glades high up like ways to Heaven, The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes The lightning flash of insect and of bird, The lustre of the long convolvuluses That coil'd around the stately stems, and ran Ev'n to the limit of the land, the glows And glories of the broad belt of the world, All these he saw; but what he fain had seen He could not see, the kindly human face, Nor ever hear a kindly voice, but heard The myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl, The league-long roller thundering on the reef, ...
— Beauties of Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson

... As he was bid, the Fairy queen dispenses, By me, this robe, the petticoat of fortune; Which that he straight put on, she doth importune. And though to fortune near be her petticoat, Yet nearer is her smock, the queen doth note: And therefore, ev'n of that a piece she hath sent Which, being a child, to wrap him in was rent; And prays him for a scarf he now will wear it, With as much love as then her grace did tear it, About his eyes, [THEY BLIND HIM WITH THE RAG,] to shew he is fortunate. And, trusting unto ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson

... need; Alas! their hearts have only place for tears! Forgive them, Father, ev'ry wrongful deed, And every sin of those four bloody years; And give them strength to bear their boundless loss, And from their hearts take every thought of hate; And while they climb their Calvary with their cross, Oh! help them, ...
— Poems: Patriotic, Religious, Miscellaneous • Abram J. Ryan, (Father Ryan)

... a chippin'-sparrow," said the housekeeper, with some disgust. "He wanted tae know ev'rything that had happened tae ye ...
— The Corner House Girls Growing Up - What Happened First, What Came Next. And How It Ended • Grace Brooks Hill

... how sweet and clean Are Thy returns! Ev'n as the flowers in Spring, To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring; Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no ...
— The Treasure of Heaven - A Romance of Riches • Marie Corelli

... longshoreman a spoon—with a glance toward the Prince, who seemed awed by Johnnie's complete mastery of the enemy. "Here!" the boy directed, giving the pot a light kick with a new shoe (which was brown). "Go ahead and eat. Eat ev'ry bite of it. It's got kerosene ...
— The Rich Little Poor Boy • Eleanor Gates

... pushing a perambulator loaded with bundles of washing. Her first impulse was pity—"Poor little thing"; but the words were hardly in her mind before they were chased away by a faint indignation at the child for getting in the tram's way. Everybody ought to look where they were going. Ev-ry bo-dy ought to look where they were go-ing, said the pitching tramcar. Ev-ry bo-dy.... Oh, sickening! Jenny looked at her neighbour's paper—her refuge. "Striking speech," she read. Whose? What did it matter? Talk, talk.... Why didn't they do something? What were ...
— Nocturne • Frank Swinnerton

... Muse oft blinds me to her ways, And ev'n my very thoughts transfers And changes all to beauty and the praise Of that proud tyrant sex of hers. The rebel Muse, alas! takes part, But with my own rebellious heart, And you with fatal and immortal wit conspire To fan th'unhappy fire. Cruel unknown! ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift

... here, I think with reason That winter is the fairest season How smooth the daily current flows To ev'ry week's beloved close! —Just about nine on Friday night, Sole by the lamp's reposeful light My master with a mind perplexed Sets out to choose his Sunday text. Before the stove a while he stands, Walks to and fro with twisted hands, And vainly struggles ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various

... love her neither, not now," she said to herself. "I don't think—no, I really don't think I love anybody, 'cos nobody loves me, and ev'ybody thinks I'm naughty. Never mind—I'll go away some day. As soon as ever I'm big enough I'll go kite away and never come back again, and I sha'n't care what ...
— Hoodie • Mary Louisa Stewart Molesworth

... 'em ev'ry Sunday they ketch it of ye," my uncle answered. "Long sermons are hard on pants, seems ...
— The Light in the Clearing • Irving Bacheller

... gal told her—ever? She's told ev'ry one else, I guess. I'm hearin' of it ev'rywhere, now, since she was ...
— Pollyanna • Eleanor H. Porter

... brought thee here, Where quickly 'twill appear That if cranes have not two legs,—why, they've none." "Say you so, Senor?—look!—yon long-neck'd flock, Each bird of it on one foot, ends the matter; Ay—there they stand,—as firm as any rock, I swear by ev'ry dish I ever broke, or platter." Straight to the flock, flight, covey, (we've no name In Albion, to designate such game.) Rush'd Ayala, whose hearty psho! psho! psho! Took the cranes off one leg,—discovering ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 13, No. 362, Saturday, March 21, 1829 • Various

... Dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; And gather gear by ev'ry wile That's justify'd by Honour: Not for to hide it in a hedge, Not for a train attendant; But for the glorious privilege Of being Independent." ...
— Thrift • Samuel Smiles

... Almy Shaw!" Patience proclaimed, from the curtained archway between the rooms. "You know perfectly well, that the ev'dence against you is most in-crim-i-na-ting!" Patience ...
— The S. W. F. Club • Caroline E. Jacobs

... to Dandaloo, And all the cornstalks from the West, On ev'ry kind of moke and screw, Came forth in all their glory drest. The stranger's horse, as hard as nails, Look'd fit to ...
— The Man from Snowy River • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson

... good an' hard. If dey sass back, er try t' run away, he mek 'em cross dey han's lak dis; den he pull 'em up, so dey toes jes' tetch de ground'; den he smack 'em crost de back an' rump wid a big wood paddle, fixed full o' holes. Know what dem holes be for? Ev'y hole mek a blister. Den he mek 'em lay down on de groun', whilst he bus' all dem blisters wid ...
— Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States - From Interviews with Former Slaves - Florida Narratives • Works Projects Administration

... last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown, and mossy cell, Where I may sit, and nightly spell Of ev'ry star the sky doth shew, And ev'ry herb that ...
— A Grammar of the English Tongue • Samuel Johnson

... smiling asleep, Slowly awaken'd, grow so full and deep In thy large eyes, that, overpower'd quite, I cannot veil, or droop my sight, But am as nothing in its light: As tho' [8] a star, in inmost heaven set, Ev'n while we gaze on it, Should slowly round his orb, and slowly grow To a full face, there like a sun remain Fix'd—then as slowly fade again, And draw itself to what it was before; So full, so deep, so slow, Thought seems to come and go In ...
— The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson • Tennyson

... salubrious of her lofty hills, The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales, And music of her woods—no works of man May rival these; these all bespeak a power Peculiar, and exclusively her own. Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast; 'Tis free to all—'tis ev'ry day renewed, Who scorns it, starves deservedly at home. He does not scorn it, who, imprisoned long In some unwholesome dungeon, and a prey To sallow sickness, which the vapours dank And clammy of his dark abode have bred Escapes ...
— The Task and Other Poems • William Cowper

... leave thee behind me, Oh! why did I leave thee at all, Ev'ry day that dawns, only can find me In sorrow, and tho' the sweet thrall Of my heart serves to cheer and to check me When sorrow or passion have sway, Yet I'd rather have thee to hen-peck[1] me, Than be from thy bower away; And, dear Judy, I'm ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. - Volume XIII, No. 369, Saturday, May 9, 1829. • Various

... the truth as they saw it. As for the Synod of South Carolina (organized 1824), the Tennessee Report of 1838 recorded the following protest: "Whereas the Synod of South Carolina has recently employed various scandalous means in order to bring the Ev. Luth. Tennessee Synod into disrepute, in particular by the annotations contained in a sermon delivered by Pastor Johannes Bachman, D. D., which was published with the approval and by the support of said Synod (the aforementioned sermon, unless its evil influence ...
— American Lutheranism - Volume 1: Early History of American Lutheranism and The Tennessee Synod • Friedrich Bente

... Goulburn, to no theme were fix'd. Not ev'n thy virtue is without its spots; With piety thy politics were mix'd, And now they courted Peel, now ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 1, September 5, 1841 • Various

... the thousand dies, That deck thy progress through the vaulted skies! The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays. Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake ...
— An Essay on the Slavery and Commerce of the Human Species, Particularly the African • Thomas Clarkson

... hath aw'd the stage, And frighten'd wives and children with her rage, Too long Drawcansir roars, Parthenope weeps, While ev'ry lady cries, and critick sleeps With ghosts, rapes, murders, tender hearts they wound, Or else, like thunder, terrify with sound When the skill'd actress to her weeping eyes, With artful sigh, the handkerchief applies, How griev'd ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding

... Oh, I got a warrant for ye, all right. Ev'rything's all right an' proper. Ye know Rufe Blent don't make no mistakes. He's ...
— Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island - The Old Hunter's Treasure Box • Alice Emerson

... favored by ev'ry element, With swelling sails make good the promised port, With all their wishes freighted! Yet ev'n these, Freighted with all their wishes, soon complain. Free from misfortune, not from nature free, They still are men; and when is man secure? As fatal time, as ...
— English Grammar in Familiar Lectures • Samuel Kirkham

... crested billow, On thy whiteness rests his eye, Thou art to his bark a pillow, Thou dost hear his ev'ry sigh. ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 579 - Volume 20, No. 579, December 8, 1832 • Various

... breathed some savage uncouth strain; And grant that yet an Austral Milton's song Pactolus-like flow deep and rich along, — An Austral Shakespeare rise, whose living page To nature true may charm in ev'ry age; — And that an Austral Pindar daring soar, Where not the Theban eagle reach'd before. And, O Britannia! shouldst thou cease to ride Despotic Empress of old Ocean's tide; — Should thy tamed Lion — spent his former might, — No longer roar the terror of the fight; — Should e'er arrive ...
— An Anthology of Australian Verse • Bertram Stevens

... Skilful, the one thing wanting to supply, Humour, that Soul of Comic Poesy. The Roman Fools were drawn so high ... the Pit Might take 'em now for Modern Men of Wit. But Molire painted with a bolder Hand, And mark'd his Oafs with the Fool's-Cap and Band: To ev'ry Vice he tagged the just Reproach, Shew'd Worth on Foot, and Rascals ...
— The Pretentious Young Ladies • Moliere

... EV'ORA, a city of Portugal, beautifully situated in a fertile plain 80 m. E. of Lisbon, once a strong place, and the seat of an archbishop; ...
— The Nuttall Encyclopaedia - Being a Concise and Comprehensive Dictionary of General Knowledge • Edited by Rev. James Wood

... life is like to this. For what's this life but care and strife? since first we came from womb, Our strength doth waste, our time doth hast and then we go to th' Tomb. O Bubble blast, how long can'st last? that always art a breaking, No sooner blown, but dead and gone ev'n as a word that's speaking, O whil'st I live this grace me give, I doing good may be, Then death's arrest I shall count best because it's thy degree. Bestow much cost, there's nothing lost to make Salvation sure, O great's the gain, though got with pain, comes by profession pure. The race is run, ...
— Anne Bradstreet and Her Time • Helen Campbell

... nor would I awst you to. (Shaking his head.) Naow, naow: it IS dinegerous. But hall the more call for a hescort if they should ev it hin their ...
— Captain Brassbound's Conversion • George Bernard Shaw

... envy rest, In me no taste for grandeur now is found; Consum'd by grief, with heavy ills oppress'd, Your wishes and desires will soon be crown'd. And you, my friends, who still have held me dear, Bethink you, that when health and heart are fled, And ev'ry hope of future good is dead, 'Tis time to wish our sorrows ended here; And that this punishment on earth is given, That my pure soul may rise to endless bliss ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 70, March 1, 1851 • Various

... and silent still remain'd the throng Whilst rapt attention own'd the power of song. Then loud as when the wintry whirlwinds blow From ev'ry voice the thundering plaudits flow; Darius smil'd, Apame's sparkling eyes Glanc'd on the King, ...
— Poems • Robert Southey

... ardent, and sincere; Gen'rous thy soul, to ev'ry suff'rer prov'd: Rest, sainted shade! blest with the heart-felt tear, On earth ...
— Poetic Sketches • Thomas Gent

... with more gentle speech I'll soothe his pride; Regain my freedom; reach my father's tents; There paint my countless woes. His kindling rage Shall wake the valleys into honest vengeance; The sudden storm shall pour on Barbarossa, And ev'ry glowing warrior steep his shaft In deadlier poison, to revenge my wrongs! ...
— The Universal Reciter - 81 Choice Pieces of Rare Poetical Gems • Various

... chance to live an' dew abeout what I want tew. The moose an' wolves an' wildcats hev all ben hunted eout o' that kentry. Thar wa'nt no kind ev a chance there. So ...
— Adele Dubois - A Story of the Lovely Miramichi Valley in New Brunswick • Mrs. William T. Savage

... his mother, Let me kiss his dear youthful brow; I will love him for his mother, And seek her blessing now. Kind friends have sooth'd his pillow, Have watched his ev'ry care; Beneath the weeping willow, Oh! lay ...
— Our campaign around Gettysburg • John Lockwood

... beauty left a ling'ring trace, Upon each feature there; Which, with sweet dignity and grace, Blended with ev'ry air. ...
— Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland • Abigail Stanley Hanna

... our bullicks perished when the drought was on the land, An' the burnin' heat that dazzles as it dances on the sand; When the sun-baked clay an' gravel paves for miles the burnin' creeks, An' at ev'ry step yer travel there a rottin' carcase reeks — But we pulled ourselves together, for we never used ter know What a feather bed was good for in those ...
— In the Days When the World Was Wide and Other Verses • Henry Lawson

... that season come, Escap'd from ev'ry care, Shall reach my refuge in the tomb, And sleep ...
— Poemata (William Cowper, trans.) • John Milton

... most surprised man I think I ever saw. For full ten minutes he stared at me with wide-open eyes. When at last he spoke, it was with difficulty, as if wanting words to express his astonishment. At last he blurted out, "Whar you bin all de time, ennyhaow? 'Cawse ef you bin hangin' on to dat ar wale ev'sence you boat smash, w'y de debbil you hain't all ter bits, hey?" I smiled feebly, but was too weak to talk, and presently went off again into a ...
— The Cruise of the Cachalot - Round the World After Sperm Whales • Frank T. Bullen

... a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at ev'n he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes! Melt not in weeping, While she lies sleeping, Softly, now ...
— Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age • Various

... off fair order like the raging tide; Law was no more, for, as the throng rush'd by, "Woe to my Lord Chief Justice!" was the cry. And he, rever'd by every muse so long, Whom tuneful Pope immortaliz'd in song, Than whom bright genius boasts no higher name, Ev'n he could find no sanctuary in fame; With brutal rage the Vandals all conspire, And rolls of science in one blaze expire. But England, like the lion, grows more fierce As dangers multiply, and foes increase; Her gen'rous sons, with ...
— A Lecture On Heads • Geo. Alex. Stevens

... swankin' with the best Where the little wimmen's flowin', With their veils 'n' ribbons blowin'- See their eyes of bloo 'n' brown Butterflyin' 'bout the town! Back at 'ome-oh, 'struth, it's good! Long, cold lagers from the wood, Ev'ry cobber jumpin' at you, Strangers duckin' in to bat you- "Good ole Jumbo, how're you?" "'Ello, ...
— 'Hello, Soldier!' - Khaki Verse • Edward Dyson

... "Miss Jemimy, I don't want my freedom; I 's no use fur it. Hain't I got de bes' mistus in de worl' an' de finest little marster? Hain't I got a gun an' a dog? Plenty to eat an' plenty to w'ar? A whole cabin to myse'f, an' Saturday ev'nin's to go a-huntin' an' a-fishin' ef I likes? De only thing I hain't got an' would like ter hab—dough dat's no fault uf yourn, Miss Jemimy—is a white skin. Ef I had a white skin, den might I hab my freedom an' know whar's my place an' who's my comp'ny. As I is, turn me out free an' ...
— Burl • Morrison Heady

... since so gen'rally, Custom hath made ev'n th'ablest agents err In these translations; all so much apply Their pains and cunnings word for word to render Their patient authors, when they may as well Make fish with fowl, camels with whales, engender, Or their tongues' speech ...
— Early Theories of Translation • Flora Ross Amos

... though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to ...
— Primitive Love and Love-Stories • Henry Theophilus Finck

... Good fortune is plum' showered on us. We've got a snug holler like this, one uv the finest homes a man could live in, an' round us is a wilderness runnin' thousands uv miles, chock full uv game, waitin' to be hunted by us. Ev'ry time the savages think they've got us, an' it looks too ez ef they wuz right, we slip right out uv thar hands an' the scalps are still growin' full an' free, squar'ly on top uv our heads. We shorely do git away always, an' it 'pears ...
— The Eyes of the Woods - A story of the Ancient Wilderness • Joseph A. Altsheler

... world; For every place shall be his place, And he shall recognize its face. At dawn he shall upon his path; No sword shall touch him, nor the wrath Of the ranked crowd of clamorous men. At even he shall home again, And lay him down to sleep at ease, One with the Night and the Night's peace. Ev'n Sorrow, to be escaped of none, But a more deep communion Shall be to him, and Death at last No more dreaded than the Past, Whose shadow in the brain of earth Informs him now and ...
— Georgian Poetry 1916-17 • Various

... joy to hear it!— Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit Do whatever by me is bid: I have watch'd with rigor All he used to do, And will now with ...
— Symphonies and Their Meaning; Third Series, Modern Symphonies • Philip H. Goepp

... to be reasoned down or lost, In high ambition, or a thirst for greatness; 'Tis second life, it grows into the soul, Warms ev'ry vein, and beats in ev'ry pulse; I feel it here; my resolution ...
— Elsie's children • Martha Finley

... pastime that more trivial minds find it; a thing, on the contrary, to be gone into with slow spelling, and face knitted up into savage sternness, especially now, when, as he gravely explained to Margret, "in HIS opinion the crissis was jest at hand, and ev'ry man must be seein' ef the gover'ment was carryin' out the views ...
— Margret Howth, A Story of To-day • Rebecca Harding Davis

... the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us, It wad fra many a blunder free us An' foolish notion. What airs in dress an' g'ait wad lea' us An' ev'n devotion." ...
— Yorkshire Ditties, Second Series - To which is added The Cream of Wit and Humour - from his Popular Writings • John Hartley

... truth is breaking, Full and clear on ev'ry hand; And the voice of mercy, speaking, Now is heard through all the land; Firm and fearless, See the friends ...
— The Liberty Minstrel • George W. Clark

... Dance we singing, Promise bringing Of the wealth of summer fair; Hearts beat lightly, Skies shine brightly, Youth and Hope are ev'rywhere. ...
— Indian Games and Dances with Native Songs • Alice C. Fletcher

... some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion; What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An' ev'n devotion! ...
— English Poets of the Eighteenth Century • Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum

... Southern fellers is probly my brothers, tho' you've occasionally had a cussed queer way of showin' it! It's over now. Let us all line in and make a country on this continent that shall giv' all Europe the cramp in the stummuck ev'ry time they look at us! ...
— The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 2 • Charles Farrar Browne

... the grove is cool and green, And clear the bubbling fountain flows, Still shines the night's resplendent queen, As erst in Paradise she rose: The grapes their purple nectar pour, To 'suage the heart that griefs oppress; And still the lonely ev'ning bow'r Invites and screens the ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis

... holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth: For they can raise sad souls above the earth And fix them there Free from the worlds anxieties and fear. Herbert and you have pow'r To do this: ev'ry hour I read you kills a sin, Or lets a vertue in To fight against it; and the Holy Ghost Supports my frailties, lest the day ...
— Waltoniana - Inedited Remains in Verse and Prose of Izaak Walton • Isaak Walton

... has some winter fruit that in December grew; My mither has a silk mantil the waft gaed never through; A sparrow's horn ye soon may find, there's ane on ev'ry claw, And twa upo' the gab o' it, and ye ...
— Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Second Series • Frank Sidgwick

... Keyser, 'e's to blame for most ev'rythin' happenin' nowadays. Reg'lar firebran' in ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, October 28, 1914 • Various

... every gallant tar, But one—bereft of ev'ry joy; Within a hammock's narrow bound, Lay stretch'd ...
— The Olden Time Series, Vol. 6: Literary Curiosities - Gleanings Chiefly from Old Newspapers of Boston and Salem, Massachusetts • Henry M. Brooks

... argy that a man Who does about the best he can Is plenty good enugh to suit This lower mundane institute— No matter ef his daily walk Is subject fer his neghbor's talk, And critic-minds of ev'ry whim Jest all git up and go ...
— It Can Be Done - Poems of Inspiration • Joseph Morris

... calapash, green fat, and calapee. Remember how you've feasted, stood inert for ages, until size immense you've gained. And think, how different is the service of Munchausen, where you o'er seas, cold, briny, float along the tide, eternal toiling like to slaves of Algiers and Tripoli. And ev'n on high, balloon like, through the heavens have journeyed late, upon a rainbow or some awful bridge stretched eminent, as if on earth he had not work sufficient to distress your potent servitudes, ...
— The Surprising Adventures of Baron Munchausen • Rudolph Erich Raspe

... time, ev'ry dammed stream busted away, and the waters dride up. And the boat ran ashore and got stuck fast, in one of them ...
— Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 17, July 23, 1870 • Various

... ain't nothin' to fret over," retorted Jason airily. "Besides, you've got 'em too—ev'ry one has; see!" He finished by snatching up the book and spreading before her horrified eyes the pictured figure with its ...
— The Tangled Threads • Eleanor H. Porter

... sat next him, and said, "Look, will yer, ev'ry feller's got his own partic'lar butter; I suppose that's to show yer can eat that much 'n no more. No, it ain't neither, for that pig of a Peory's just gittin' another helpin'!" "Yes," whispered Kitty, "an' the napkins is marked with big red letters. I wonder if that's so ...
— The Birds' Christmas Carol • Kate Douglas Wiggin

... git yo' traps all pack up an' I gwine take 'em ovah to Missy Stearne's place in de wheel- barrer. Den I gwine red up de house an' take de keys to Mass' Gimble, de agent. Den Polly an' me we go back to our own li'l' house in de lane yondeh. De Kun'l done 'range ev'thing propeh, an' we gwine ...
— Mary Louise • Edith van Dyne (one of L. Frank Baum's pen names)

... the distant vale my homeward way, I shall behold upon thy rugged breast, The parting sun sit smiling: me the while Escaped the crowd, thoughts full of heaviness May visit, as life's bitter losses press Hard on my bosom; but I shall beguile The thing I am, and think, that ev'n as thou Dost lift in the pale beam thy forehead high, Proud mountain! whilst the scattered vapours fly Unheeded round thy breast,—so, with calm brow, The shades of sorrow I may meet, and wear The smile unchanged of ...
— The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 • William Lisle Bowles

... of Rivers, solemn calm and slow, Flows tow'rd the Sea yet fierce is seen to flow, On each fan Bank, the verdant Lands are seen, In gayest Cloathing of perpetual Green On ev'ry Side, the Prospect brings to Sight The Fields, the Flow'rs, and ev'ry fresh Delight His lovely Banks, most beauteously are grac'd With Nature's sweet variety of Taste Herbs, Fruits and Grass, with intermingled Trees The Prospect ...
— Over the Border: Acadia • Eliza Chase

... I love this time of ev'n, When day in tender twilight dies; And the parting sun, as it falls from heaven, Leaves all its beauty on the skies. When all of rash and restless Nature, Passion—impulse—meekly sleeps, And loveliness, the soul's ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 1 July 1848 • Various

... contemplation roves each rocky dell, Or climbs the snow-topt mountain's cloudy height To watch the sinking shades of evening light; To view the foaming torrent's misty shower, To list' the brooding tempest's rising roar, Mark the blue mists the silvery moonbeams shroud, Or golden ev'ning edge the dusky cloud; Yet, till this hour my doubting heart has thought Thy glowing scenes by fancy's pencil wrought, Or drest in poetry's enchanting hues, And all the flatt'ring colours of the muse; But if in winter's storms thy beauties charm, If the cold breast ...
— The "Ladies of Llangollen" • John Hicklin

... have no bookin' ahead. Florette come an' talked to me again, an' she says again she wanted Freddy to be happy, an' git a better start'n she'd had an' all. 'An,' Bert,' she says, 'if anything ev' happens to me, you go an' give 'um the ...
— O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1921 • Various

... in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th' world an' all of. Jack was a nice feller. By ginger, it hurt like thunder t' see ol' Jack jest git knocked flat. We was a-standin' purty peaceable fer a spell, 'though there was men runnin' ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin' like that, 'long come a big fat feller. He began t' peck at Jack's elbow, an' he ses: 'Say, where 's th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no attention, ...
— The Red Badge of Courage - An Episode of the American Civil War • Stephen Crane

... returning, Robed in shining crystal white, Leaping, shouting, home to Zion, Happy in the ev'ning light."—Sel. ...
— The Gospel Day • Charles Ebert Orr

... ev'ry day, wi' buzz an' hum, Into ma garden voes do come; The waspies starm ma gabled wall An' into t' trenches t' grub do crawl. The blackbird, sparrer, tit, an' thrush Do commandeer each curran' bush, While slugs off lettuce ...
— The Bed-Book of Happiness • Harold Begbie

... Duncan fust come here," he says with a self-contained chuckle, "ev'rybody but me figgered he had stacks of money. Guess they be singin' a different tune, now, sinst he's been goin' round askin' ...
— The Fortune Hunter • Louis Joseph Vance

... fo' de lan'! 'F 'tain't Mis' McChesney! Well, mah sakes alive, Mis' McChesney! Ah ain't seen yo' since yo' married. Ah done heah yo' married yo' boss an' got a swell brownstone house, an' ev'thing gran'—" ...
— Half Portions • Edna Ferber

... in a primitive, almost savage way) in his Stabat Mater, the Eia, mater. The theme of this (a, page 318) is a descendant, with several of Wagner's subjects, and three or four at least of Sir Edward Elgar's, of the opening of Handel's "Ev'ry valley." Dvorak's form of it is quite original, but he never gets any further: he cannot develop his subject. He adds an echoing, antiphonal phrase; but even with this help he gets no further. At a first hearing of this really very ...
— Richard Wagner - Composer of Operas • John F. Runciman

... sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land! What fruits of fragrance blush on ev'ry tree! What goodly prospects o'er the hill expand; But man would mar them with ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 569 - Volume XX., No. 569. Saturday, October 6, 1832 • Various

... is vanish'd,—I am wholly thine. Mistaken Caiaphas! Ah! which blasphem'd; Thou, or thy pris'ner? which shall be condemn'd? Well might'st thou rend thy garments, well exclaim; Deep are the horrors of eternal flame! But God is good! 'Tis wondrous all! Ev'n he Thou gav'st to death, shame, torture, died for thee. Now the descending triumph stops its flight From earth full twice a planetary height. There all the clouds condens'd, two columns raise Distinct with orient veins, and golden blaze. One fix'd on earth, and one in sea, and round Its ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young

... That buy the merry madness of one hour With the long irksomeness of following time! O, how despised and base a thing is man, If he not strive to erect his grovelling thoughts Above the strain of flesh? but how more cheap, When, ev'n his best and understanding part, The crown and strength of all his faculties, Floats, like a dead drown'd body, on the stream Of vulgar humour, mixt with common'st dregs! I suffer for their guilt now, ...
— Cynthia's Revels • Ben Jonson

... Silver protested in a high voice of defensive complaint. "No'm, Miss Julia, I ain' lef no baskit on no front po'che! I got jus' th'ee markit baskits in the livin' worl' an' they ev'y las' one an' all sittin' right where I kin lay my han's on 'em behime my back do'. No'm, Miss Julia, I take my solemn oaf I ain' lef no——" But here she debouched upon the porch, and in spite of the darkness perceived herself ...
— Gentle Julia • Booth Tarkington

... my young days of fervid poesy He drew me to him with his strange far light,— He held me in a world all clouds and gleams, And vasty phantoms, where ev'n Man himself Moved like a phantom 'mid the clouds and gleams. Anon the Earth recalled me; and a voice Murmuring of dethroned divinities And dead times, deathless upon sculptured urn— And Philomela's long-descended pain Flooding the night—and ...
— Platform Monologues • T. G. Tucker

... dey'll chop us all to pieces an' take ouah jewl'ry an' money an' clo'es and ev'ything else we done got about us. Good Lawd, le's tu'n back, Miss Bev'ly. We ain' got no mo' show out heah in dese mountings ...
— Beverly of Graustark • George Barr McCutcheon

... she burst out, all at once, and the cry awoke Freddie. "Merry Christmas!" he repeated. "Merry Christmas, ev'rybody!" he roared out, at the ...
— The Bobbsey Twins - Or, Merry Days Indoors and Out • Laura Lee Hope

... knew," Riles confessed. "Not anythin' crooked, y' know, but something like—well, something like you're doin'. I've worked hard for ev'ry nickel I ever made, an' I reckon if there's easy money goin' I've a right t' ...
— The Homesteaders - A Novel of the Canadian West • Robert J. C. Stead

... with his body while she took a drink from a flask. Then he turned his face to the corner and drank. A moment later they were back on the floor, holding each other tight, drunkenly swaying... Finally the last strains, a wall of agony—"Ev-'ry one knows that I'm just Sec-ond-hand Rose—from ...
— The Plastic Age • Percy Marks

... same in other words: That man is noble who doth fear no fate Which may afflict humanity; but, like A gallant soldier, meets the charge half way, And takes his wounds a-jesting. Now ev'ry one of us, whom Nature whips, Must take it meekly; for she means our good; And learn to go ...
— The Scarlet Stigma - A Drama in Four Acts • James Edgar Smith

... long remember; how I wundered here and thare— Through the settin'-room and kitchen, and out in the open air— And the snowflakes whirlin', whirlin', and the fields a frozen glare, And the neghbors' sleds and wagons congergatin' ev'rywhare. ...
— Riley Songs of Home • James Whitcomb Riley

... have a delectable time; Though in previous years I've been hustled about, And they've driven me mad till I had to go out, Without flurry or worry this year I shall stay And know just where to look for my book ev'ry day; It's the finest of schemes; It's a blessing, a miracle; Spring of my dreams, I can't help growing lyrical Over this quite unbelievable thing— ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, March 31, 1920 • Various

... public crib, And find no sympathy for Caesar's plan To mould this commonwealth on model grand Perfected by the chivalry front which Both he and thou didst draw sweet childhood's milk. These men did quick condone the ev'ry act Which emanated from the Northern mind. Yearly were millions spent on bootless task Of feeding vacant minds on useless food Because unfitted to their various needs. "A little knowledge is a ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)

... think I doknowye. You're Mulcahy men, ev' moth's sonofye; and you've come to this 'ere meet'n' to put down free-ee-dom of speech. But yer carndoit. 'Peat it, yer ca-arn-doit. I ...
— Round the Block • John Bell Bouton

... Thou sit in glory Upon the great White Throne, And punish all the wicked, And recompense Thine own; When ev'ry word and deed and thought To righteous judgement ...
— The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book • Various

... we call it," said Henry. "We have one at the Grove ev'ry year. This time the two Sunday Schools is goin' to join and have a big time. You and Sister don't want to miss it. That Mr. Bronson's goin' to give a whole side o' beef, they tell me, to ...
— Hiram The Young Farmer • Burbank L. Todd

... you had time and cause enough To sicken of his lilies and his roses. Cast off, betray'd, defamed, divorced, forlorn! And then the King—that traitor past forgiveness, The false archbishop fawning on him, married The mother of Elizabeth—a heretic Ev'n as she is; but God hath sent me here To take such order with all heretics That it shall be, before I die, as tho' My father and my brother had not lived. What wast thou saying of this Lady ...
— Queen Mary and Harold • Alfred Lord Tennyson

... could, if we only could! Do you know, sometimes w'en I go down town, an' walk along the street, an' see the ladies there, I look at ev'ry one I meet, an' w'en a real nice beautiful one comes along, I say to myself, 'I wisht that lady was my mother,' an' w'en some other one goes by, I say, 'I wonder if that ain't my mother.' It don't do no good, you know, but it's kind ...
— Burnham Breaker • Homer Greene

... the Fairies is no more. Reason has banished them from ev'ry shore; Steam has outstripped their dragons and their cars, Gas has eclipsed ...
— The Arabian Nights - Their Best-known Tales • Unknown

... ev'rything he spies His bitter bane he passes; For naught escapes his eyes, Except that he an ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 5 • Various

... came an Irishman one day; As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ry one was gay, Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to ...
— Tommy Atkins at War - As Told in His Own Letters • James Alexander Kilpatrick

... too, we're some; Take rubber shoes and chewing gum; In cotton cloth, and woollen, too, In time we shall outrival you; Our ships with ev'ry wind and tide, With England's own will sail beside, In ev'ry port our flag unfurled, When the Stars and ...
— Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks - A Picture of New England Home Life • Charles Felton Pidgin

... A-tore by hitchen in a nail; Nor grieve an' hang thy head azide, A-thinken o' thy lam' that died. The flag's a-vleen wide an' high, An' ringen bells do sheaeke the sky; The fifes do play, the horns do roar, An' boughs be up at ev'ry door: They 'll be a-dancen soon,—the drum 'S a-rumblen now. Come, Fanny, come! Why father's gone, an' mother too. They went up leaene an hour agoo; An' at the green the young and wold Do stan' so thick as sheep in vwold: The men do laugh, the bwoys do shout,— Come out you mwopen ...
— Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect • William Barnes

... of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake: For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken'd—Man's forgiveness ...
— Problems of Immanence - Studies Critical and Constructive • J. Warschauer

... introduce a beast that ev'ryone adores— The Cowardly Lion shakes with fear 'most ev'ry time he roars, And yet he does the bravest things that any lion might, Because he knows that ...
— The Patchwork Girl of Oz • L. Frank Baum



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