"O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... around thee, when the sail, O'er wide Atlantic billows, onward bore Thy freight of joys, and the expanding gale Pressed the glad bark toward ...
— International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. I, No. 6 - Of Literature, Art, And Science, New York, August 5, 1850 • Various
... one: our unity Is indissoluble by act of thine, For were this mortal being ended, And our freed spirits in the world above, Love, passing o'er the grave, would join us there, As once he joined us here: And the sad memory of the life below Would but unite as closer evermore. No act of thine may loose Thee from the eternal bond, Nor shall Revenge have power To disunite ...
— Cord and Creese • James de Mille
... attention was diverted by coming round the corner to where there was a view of Anscombe Bay, when he immediately began to fight his battles o'er again, and show where they had been groping in the mud and seaweed in pursuit of sea-urchins, and ...
— The Long Vacation • Charlotte M. Yonge
... and sole, upon a plumed spray That o'er the general leafage boldly grew, He summed the woods in song; or typic drew The watch of hungry hawks, the lone dismay Of languid doves when long their lovers stray, And all birds' passion plays that ...
— Bird Day; How to prepare for it • Charles Almanzo Babcock
... Answers, it expects new joys; Youth, untaught by pleasures past, Thinks to find some that will last; Manhood counts its honours o'er, And resolves to gather more; While old age sits idly by, ...
— Memoirs of James Robert Hope-Scott, Volume 2 • Robert Ornsby
... and, darkening still, aspire To where afar rich orange lustres glow 160 Round undistinguished clouds, and rocks, and snow: Or, led where Via Mala's chasms confine The indignant waters of the infant Rhine, Hang o'er the abyss, whose else impervious gloom [46] His burning eyes with fearful light ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1 of 8 • Edited by William Knight
... many years ago, love, Since you came courting me? Through oak-tree wood and o'er the lea, With rosy cheeks and waistcoat gay, And mostly not a word to say,— How many years ago, love, How ...
— Verses for Children - and Songs for Music • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... ..."Strew me o'er With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave; embalm Then lay ...
— Infelice • Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
... poet so studious of fitness of language as Tennyson would hardly, I suspect, have thrown off such words on such an occasion haphazard. If the analogy is to be inexorably criticised, may it not be urged that, having in his mind not the mere passage 'o'er life's solemn main,' which we all are taking, with or without reflection, but the near approach to an unexplored ocean beyond it, he was mentally assigning to the pilot in whom his confidence was fast the status of the navigator of old days, ...
— Adventures in Criticism • Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... fellow-feeling O'er them stealing, Made them kind; "Touch of nature" that is dental Makes no ...
— Punch Volume 102, May 28, 1892 - or the London Charivari • Various
... ye are still immortal, although no longer ye hover o'er Olympus. The Crescent glitters on your mountain's base, and Crosses spring from out its toppling crags. But in vain the Mufti, and the Patriarch, and the Pope flout at your past traditions. They are married to man's memory by the sweetest ...
— The Young Duke • Benjamin Disraeli
... form leapt O'er the fence and crept Through the ditch, with his thief's heart quaking; But the face of the maid No hint betrayed That she noticed the brambles shaking, Till she saw him clear Of her one wild fear— The chance ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, March 14, 1917 • Various
... moon o'er the plain, red sinks the sun in the west, Look, wizards, and bid them farewell! We count you by hundreds, you who cried for a curse on the king. Ha! soon ...
— Nada the Lily • H. Rider Haggard
... sea! the calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort, And unseen Mermaids' pearly song Comes bubbling up, the weeds among. Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar; To sea, to sea! the ...
— Flag and Fleet - How the British Navy Won the Freedom of the Seas • William Wood
... greatest wit and tease— Who treats his friends like Paddy Whack, his love for them to prove; And Tully great, whose talent flows in just as great a groove; Then Hodder, of the "Morning Herald," sheds the light he brings, And Albert Smith the mighty—and the Poet's self who sings. O'er these our ancient Nestor rules, who lived when lived Queen Anne, And even knew old Japhet—or 'twas so ...
— The History of "Punch" • M. H. Spielmann
... law, that states collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress; crowning ...
— Remember the Alamo • Amelia E. Barr
... sending you, dear flowers, Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold graves where you lie; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell, And you softly smile that 't is so, As ...
— Flower Fables • Louisa May Alcott
... the Amazon, folding her arms in a defiant manner, while through the open door they could now hear distinctly the cobbler's subdued and singularly toneless voice meandering on—"O'er earth's green fields, ...
— Herb of Grace • Rosa Nouchette Carey
... author landed at Alexandria, there were many scenes and sounds to dispel all romantic notions; among these "a yelling chorus of donkey boys shrieking, 'Ride, sir!—donkey, sir!—I say, sir!' in excellent English. The placid sphinxes, brooding o'er the Nile, disappeared with that wild shriek of the donkey boys. You might be as well impressed with Wapping as with your ...
— Heads and Tales • Various
... manse into the clachan to bid him farewell, and I met him just coming from his mother's door, as blithe as a bee, in his sailor's dress, with a stick, and a bundle tied in a Barcelona silk handkerchief hanging o'er his shoulder, and his two little brothers were with him, and his sisters, Kate and Effie, looking out from the door all begreeten; but his mother was in the house, praying to the Lord to protect her orphan, as she afterwards told me. All the weans of the clachan ...
— The Annals of the Parish • John Galt
... memory here's a health, And to his gallant tars, And, may our British seamen bold Despise both wounds and scars; Make France and Spain, And all the main, And all their foes to know, Britons reign o'er the main While the stormy ...
— Routledge's Manual of Etiquette • George Routledge
... day, and feasting o'er, and come was evening hour, The time was nigh when new made brides retire to nuptial bower, 'Our Castle's wont,' a bride's man said, 'hath been both firm and long— No guest to harbour in our halls till he shall ...
— The Betrothed • Sir Walter Scott
... has caused be made, All such as high born damsels wear; Then away rode he o'er hill and lea To seek King ...
— Hafbur and Signe - a ballad • Thomas J. Wise
... the dusk and dew of night Fell softly o'er the plain, As though o'er man's dread work of death The angels wept again, And drew night's curtain gently round A thousand beds ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 8 • Various
... hung By silver Avon's holy shore, Till twice a hundred years roll'd o'er, When SHE, the bold enchantress, came With fearless hand and heart on flame,— From the pale willow snatched the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure, Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspiring strain Deem'd their ...
— The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851 • Various
... high elevation. To the east and southeast of the top of this mountain lies the great Jordan valley with the mountains of Moab in the background. It was from one of these peaks, Mount Nebo, that Moses viewed the landscape o'er. Only about fifteen miles to the northeast lies the Sea of Galilee, also called the Sea of Tiberias and Lake of Gennesaret. One cannot see the water in this lake, but the depression where it lies is ...
— Birdseye Views of Far Lands • James T. Nichols
... dear father, stop home with us pray! Poor mother's deserted, she said, And she wept o'er your absence one night, till away From our home to your lodge-room I sped. A man with a red collar came out and smiled, And patted my cheeks, cold and blue, And I told him I was a good Templar's child, And was ...
— Alvira: the Heroine of Vesuvius • A. J. O'Reilly
... but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er: Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from ...
— The Children's Portion • Various
... the brave old band, we gather here once more, With smiling eye and clasping hand, to fight our battles o'er. To quaff from out the brimming cup of old-time memory, And bright relight the pathway of our old Tennessee. As myriad sparks of war's romance our meetings warm inspire; The heady fight, the anxious march, the jolly bivouac fire; The days of doubt, of hope, ...
— The Battle of Atlanta - and Other Campaigns, Addresses, Etc. • Grenville M. Dodge
... made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art ...
— Creative Chemistry - Descriptive of Recent Achievements in the Chemical Industries • Edwin E. Slosson
... Jill-o'er-the-ground is purple blue, Blue is the quaker-maid, The wild geranium holds its dew Long in the boulder's shade. Wax-red hangs the cup From the huckleberry boughs, In barberry bells the grey moths sup, Or where the choke-cherry ...
— Modern Prose And Poetry; For Secondary Schools - Edited With Notes, Study Helps, And Reading Lists • Various
... into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair: If I try to escape, they surround me; They ...
— The Recreations of A Country Parson • A. K. H. Boyd
... Mary, From thy bright throne above; Send down upon thy children One holy glance of love! And if a heart so tender With pity flows not o'er, Then turn, O Mother Mary, And ...
— The Beth Book - Being a Study of the Life of Elizabeth Caldwell Maclure, a Woman of Genius • Sarah Grand
... carriage at last! She turned back with a beaming face, and rustled up the aisle as though she were the heroine of the occasion. A flutter of expectation went through the church. The organist plunged abruptly into "The Voice that Breathed o'er Eden." ...
— The Tidal Wave and Other Stories • Ethel May Dell
... done and said When Britain first, at Heaven's command When cats run home, and light is come When daffodils begin to peer, When daisies pied and violets blue, When Hercules did use to spin When icicles hang by the wall When love with unconfined wings When o'er the hill the Eastern star When the British warrior queen When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye 's come hame When this old cap was new When we two parted Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle Where the bee sucks, there lurk I While larks with little wing Who is ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... courtly leaves of strawberries, old England's grace and glory, Emblazoned o'er the castle-keeps that moulder nigh and hoary, What comfort for your drooping days, what balm in dire dejection, That yonder orchid spruce extends his shelter ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, April 2, 1892 • Various
... dog-star's ray, Some, too early mown, doth lay; Some in graceful shocks doth stand Nodding farewell to the land That did give it life and birth; Some is borne, with shout and mirth, Drooping o'er the groaning wain. Through the deep embowered lane; And the happy cottaged poor, Hail it, as it glooms their door, With a glad, unselfish cry, Though ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, - Issue 268, August 11, 1827 • Various
... I turn me not to view its bonds, For I will never feel them. Italy, Thy late reviving Roman soul desponds Beneath the lie this state-thing breathed o'er thee. Thy clanking chain and Erin's yet green wounds Have voices, tongues to cry aloud for me. Europe has slaves, allies, kings, armies still, And Southey lives to sing them ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
... sons of Sparta, who at Phoebus' shrine Your humble vows prefer, attentive hear The god's decision. O'er your beauteous lands Two guardian kings, a senate, and the voice Of the concurring people, lasting laws Shall ...
— Ideal Commonwealths • Various
... Singing, smiling, dimpling down To a mossy nook and brown, Under bending boughs of May; Where the nodding wind-flower grows, And the coolwort's lovely pink, Brooding o'er the brooklet's brink Dips and blushes ...
— The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems • Kate Seymour Maclean
... burst of sweet music, the listeners hear, The stars and the angels give warning— He is coming in beauty, this joyful New Year, O'er the flower-strewn ...
— Threads of Grey and Gold • Myrtle Reed
... of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the ...
— The Children's Own Longfellow • Henry W. Longfellow
... I have it, as I told you, here; mean time we must put on a seeming kindness, call them our benefactors and dear brethren, pipe them within the danger of our net, and then we'll draw it o'er them: When they're in, no mercy, ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18) - Amboyna; The state of Innocence; Aureng-Zebe; All for Love • John Dryden
... your tea, lad?' for it were all ready for him on the table. Still he doesn't speak, but just gets up and goes to the door, and then to the hearth- stone, and then he claps his head on his hands as though he were fretting o'er summat. 'Aren't you well, Sammul?' says I. 'Quite well, mother,' says he, very short like. So I just turns me round to go out, when he jumps up and says, 'Mother:' and I could see by the tears in his eyes that he were very full. 'Mother,' says he again, and then he crouches him down again. You ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... nurse The tender unsown increase, and from heaven Shed on man's sowing the riches of your rain: And thou, even thou, of whom we know not yet What mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon, Whether to watch o'er cities be thy will, Great Caesar, and to take the earth in charge, That so the mighty world may welcome thee Lord of her increase, master of her times, Binding thy mother's myrtle round thy brow, Or as the boundless ocean's God thou come, Sole dread of seamen, till ...
— The Georgics • Virgil
... the pleugh; The blackening trains o' craws to their repose The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes; This night his weekly moil is at an end; Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... Their sepulchre how narrow! I clothed them all in shrouds of rhyme And many sad and solemn songs O'er them I sang from ...
— Foma Gordyeff - (The Man Who Was Afraid) • Maxim Gorky
... tied up outside, and leisurely drove into the picturesque old town which lay at the head of the valley. All along the main street he met many acquaintances, and with each he found it necessary to stop and have a talk, indeed with two he had a modest half-pint. At length, however, his labour o'er, he arrived at Mr. Quest's office, that, as all the Boisingham world knows, was just opposite the church, of which Mr. Quest was one of the churchwardens, and which but two years before was beautifully restored, mainly owing to his efforts and generous contributions. Driving up to the ...
— Colonel Quaritch, V.C. - A Tale of Country Life • H. Rider Haggard
... saddest day hath gleams of light, The darkest wave hath bright foam near it. And, twinkles o'er the cloudiest night, Some solitary star ...
— The World As I Have Found It - Sequel to Incidents in the Life of a Blind Girl • Mary L. Day Arms
... soft, and warm; As over his shoulder she bent, the light Of her brilliant eyes upon his page Soon filled his soul with mild delight, And the good old chap forgot his age. And the good St. Anthony boggled his eyes So quickly o'er his old black book,— Ho! Ho! at the corners they 'gan to rise, And he couldn't ...
— The Mark of the Beast • Sidney Watson
... Prince over him, "O knight, the bravest, best, Thy plumes are dyed in hero's blood— Henceforth they are my crest!" And still they wave o'er England's crown, And teach the young and brave, When all is lost but honor, then ...
— Harper's Young People, October 19, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... magician's mantle cover All this day-world from my sight, That for aye thy form may hover O'er ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... little White Cup, Our Lady of the Field; We will watch o'er you and keep you and from all danger shield; You are prettier than the Daisy with her yellow eye so bright, You are like a waxen blossom in ...
— Sandman's Goodnight Stories • Abbie Phillips Walker
... Thy last match is o'er; Thy bat, ball, and wicket, Are needed no more. To thy sister we turn, For her coming we pray: Her worshippers burn For ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 1, 1892 • Various
... Be he an angel or a man, you both, And thou especially wouldst gladly show Substantial services in just requital. Now to an angel what great services Have ye the power to do? To sing his praise - Melt in transporting contemplation o'er him - Fast on his holiday—and squander alms - What nothingness of use! To me at least It seems your neighbour gains much more than he By all this pious glow. Not by your fasting Is he made fat; not by your squandering, rich; Nor by your transports is his glory exalted; Nor by your faith ...
— Nathan the Wise • Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
... mother thy wailing can hear, No mother can hasten to banish thy fear; For the slave-owner drives her, o'er mountain and wild, And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor child! Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal The anguish that none but a mother can feel, When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod On her child, who is stricken ...
— The Anti-Slavery Harp • Various
... She o'er all Hearts and Toasts must reign, Whose Eyes outsparkle bright Champaign; Or (when she will vouchsafe to smile,) The Brilliant ...
— The Merry-Thought: or the Glass-Window and Bog-House Miscellany. Part 1 • Samuel Johnson [AKA Hurlo Thrumbo]
... trance keeps troth: For Helen is in Egypt all the while, Learning great magic from the Wife of Thoth. Throned white and high on red-rose porphyry, And coifed with golden wings, she lifts her eyes O'er Nile's green lavers where most sacredly The Pattern of the myriad Lotos lies, Unto those clear horizons jasper-pale Her heavenly Brethren ...
— The Hours of Fiammetta - A Sonnet Sequence • Rachel Annand Taylor
... "And o'er the hills and far away, Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Through all the world ...
— Judy • Temple Bailey
... flag the breeze has kissed; Through ages long the morning sun Has risen o'er the early mist The flags of men to look upon. And some were red against the sky, And some with colors true were gay, And some in shame were born to die, For Flags of hate must pass away. Such symbols fall as men depart, Brief is the reign of arrant might; The vicious and ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... a sound of revelry by night, And proud Glencaid had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women ...
— Bob Hampton of Placer • Randall Parrish
... an act of grace, A mark of honor to their race. And as to shepherds, one may swear, The fate your majesty describes, Is recompense less full than fair For such usurpers o'er our tribes." ...
— Classic French Course in English • William Cleaver Wilkinson
... some most pure and noble face, Seen in the thronged and hurrying street, Sheds o'er the world a sudden grace, A flying odor sweet, Then passing leaves the cheated sense Balked with a ...
— A Man's Value to Society - Studies in Self Culture and Character • Newell Dwight Hillis
... up the street that is Vigo Or alight on the Lane that is Mark; You may let your incredulous eye go O'er each Crescent and Corner and Park; You may hunt through the humblest of alleys Or the giddiest haunts of the town, And Kelly's, who're "safe" as the Palace, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 150, January 5, 1916 • Various
... Barton to his daughter, "what's come o'er thee and Jem Wilson? You were great friends ...
— The World's Greatest Books, Vol IV. • Editors: Arthur Mee and J.A. Hammerton
... dead swallow The fly shall follow O'er Burra-panee, Then we will forget The wrongs we have ...
— George Borrow - The Man and His Books • Edward Thomas
... objects I indulge my sight, And turn where Eastern pomp gives gay delight; See the vast train in various habits drest, By the bright scimitar and sable vest, The proud vizier distinguish'd o'er the rest; Six slaves in gay attire his bridle hold, His bridle rich with gems, and stirrups gold; His snowy steed adorn'd with costly pride, Whole troops of soldiers mounted by his side, These top the plumy crest Arabian courtiers guide. With artful duty, all decline their eyes, No bellowing ...
— Letters of the Right Honourable Lady M—y W—y M—e • Lady Mary Wortley Montague
... castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which hear the vine; And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine And scattered cities ...
— The Youthful Wanderer - An Account of a Tour through England, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany • George H. Heffner
... think it over for a moment and you will see that it is as old as the hills. It is merely a systematisation on a scientific basis of the method mothers have intuitively practised since the world began. "Sleep, baby, sleep. Angels are watching o'er thee,"—what is this but a particular suggestion? How does a wise mother proceed when her little one falls and grazes its hand? She says something of this kind: "Let me kiss it and then it will be well." She kisses it, and with her assurance that the pain has gone the child runs happily ...
— The Practice of Autosuggestion • C. Harry Brooks
... meekly clings to it. The aim of all Is how to shine: e'en they, whose office is To preach the Gospel, let the gospel sleep, And pass their own inventions off instead. One tells, how at Christ's suffering the wan moon Bent back her steps, and shadow'd o'er the sun With intervenient disk, as she withdrew: Another, how the light shrouded itself Within its tabernacle, and left dark The Spaniard and the Indian, with the Jew. Such fables Florence in her pulpit hears, Bandied about more frequent, than the names ...
— The Divine Comedy, Complete - The Vision of Paradise, Purgatory and Hell • Dante Alighieri
... warlike men wielding bright weapons, Wearing grey corslets and boar-adorned helmets, Who o'er the water-paths come with your foaming keel Ploughing the ocean surge? I was appointed Warden of Denmark's shores; watch hold I by the wave That on this Danish coast no deadly enemy Leading troops over sea should land to injure. None have here landed yet more frankly ...
— Hero-Myths & Legends of the British Race • Maud Isabel Ebbutt
... The tower which long has stood The crash of tempests, and the warring winds, Shook by the sure but slow destroyer, Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 207, October 15, 1853 • Various
... bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, White late-bare earth proud of her clothing springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her songbook making; And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth: While grief her heart oppresseth, For Tereus' force o'er her ...
— Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age • Various
... of magic power To give him life and zest, Some animating heart-given dower Whose wealth is interest. Few, few there are who know the force That dormant lies in many a brain, Who trace inertia to its source Or see how mind o'er mind may reign. ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape, He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape. 'Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough, One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.' And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing ...
— The Man from Snowy River • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson
... steal; Sometimes, on joyous wing, to Heaven it soars, Sometimes, like Philomel, its woes deplores. For, oh! this a song that ne'er can die, It seeks the heart of all humanity. In the deep cavern and the darksome lair, The sea of ether o'er the realm of air, In every nook my song shall still be heard, And all creation, with sad yearning stirred, United in a full, exultant choir, Pray thee to grant the singer's fond desire. E'en when the ivy o'er my grave hath grown, Still ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... within two spears' length of each other's grip upon the rim of the vale; and hot with haste the one, and with fear the other, they dash along the rugged path of Kealia, and rush downward to the sea. They bound o'er the fearful path of clinkers. Their torn feet heed not the pointed stones. The elder seeks the shelter of the taboo; and now, both roused by the outcries of a crowd that swarm on the bluffs around, they put forth their remaining strength and strive who shall gain first ...
— Hawaiian Folk Tales - A Collection of Native Legends • Various
... "how beautiful, how brave;" Still, still, her oaths thy Constance keeps; The laurel decks the victor's grave, O'er thine ...
— The Loyalists, Vol. 1-3 - An Historical Novel • Jane West
... from Ravenswood Came Injuns o'er the plain, And seized upon that beauteous maid And rent ...
— Love-Songs of Childhood • Eugene Field
... as he goes Leathern-gaitered o'er the snows, From his hat and from his nose Knocks the ice; And the panes are frosted o'er, And the lawn is crisp and hoar, As has been ...
— Fly Leaves • C. S. Calverley
... by her side, Along the gay parterre; And look where the loud laugh proclaims The cits and their cameleon dames, The gaudy Cheapside fair, Drest in all colours o' the shop, Fashion'd for the Easter hop, To grace the civic feast, Where the great Lord Mayor presides O'er tallow, ribands, rags, and hides, The sultan o' the east. The would-be poet, Ch-s L-h,{54} Comes saunt'ring with his graces three, The little gay coquettes. After, view the Cyprian corps Of well-known traders, many score, From Bang to Angel M-tz, A heedless, giddy, ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle
... thought! I'll figure by the letters that I brought How glad you are to see me. Only one? And that one from a lady? I'm undone! That, lightly skimmed, you'll think me such a bore, And wonder why I did not bring you four. It's ever thus: a woman cannot get So many letters that she will not fret O'er one that did not come." "I'll prove you wrong," I answered gayly, "here upon the spot! This little letter, precious if not long, Is just the one, of all you might have brought, To please me. You have heard me speak, I'm ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... O'er classic ground my humble feet did plod, My bosom beating with the glow of song; And high-born fancy walk'd with me along, Treading ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 12, - Issue 343, November 29, 1828 • Various
... o'er the iron road, We hurry by some fair abode; The garden bright amidst the hay, The yellow wain upon the way, The dining men, the wind that sweeps Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps - The gable grey, the hoary roof, Here now—and now so far aloof. How sorely then ...
— The Roots of the Mountains • William Morris
... love! I know how, wasted, broken, The trusting heart learns its sad lesson o'er— Counting the roses Passion's lips have spoken, Amid the thorns that ...
— International Weekly Miscellany Vol. I. No. 3, July 15, 1850 • Various
... instant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young doctor of Rome; his name is Balthazar. I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Antonio the merchant: we turned o'er many books together: he is furnished with my opinion: which, bettered with his own learning, the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend, comes with him, at my importunity, to fill up your grace's request in ...
— The Ontario Readers: The High School Reader, 1886 • Ministry of Education
... of every land the pride; Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside. Where shall that land, that ...
— With the Guards' Brigade from Bloemfontein to Koomati Poort and Back • Edward P. Lowry
... Drowsing o'er my sainted briar, Dreaming dreams of Heart's Desire, Dreaming 'neath the August sun, Thus my meditations run— What if that great Ember bright Were a monster Pipe alight, Or the glowing from afar Of some Fire-God's ...
— The Smoker's Year Book • Oliver Herford
... which, intercepting the clear light, Hangs o'er thy eyes, and blunts thy mortal sight, ...
— Essays and Tales • Joseph Addison
... she hovers o'er the web the while, Reads, as it grows, thy figured story there; Now she explains the texture with a smile, And now the woof interprets with ...
— Wyandotte • James Fenimore Cooper
... inflammation, which no cooling herb Or medicinal liquor can asswage, Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp. Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er To death's benumming opium as my only cure, Thence faintings, swoonings of despair, And ...
— David Elginbrod • George MacDonald
... brave old flag drooped o'er him,— A fold in the hard hand lay; He looked perchance on the play,— But the scene was a shadow before him, For his ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... ere that fever leaves the granite veins, Down thunders o'er the waste a torrid sea: Now Flood, now Fire, alternate despot reigns,— Immortal foes ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 7, No. 44, June, 1861 • Various
... me no terror holds, Yet one fear presses on my mind, That death should on me helpless play A satire of the bitter kind. For much I fear that o'er my corpse The scalding tears of friends shall flow, And that, too late, they should with zeal Fresh flowers upon my body throw. That fate sardonic should recall The ones I loved to my cold side, And make me lying in the ground, The object of love ...
— Virgin Soil • Ivan S. Turgenev
... the streamlet, As o'er the bridge we lean; We watch its hurried ripples We mark its golden green. Oh, the men of the north are stalwart, And the norland lasses fair; And cheerily breathes around us The bracing norland air. We smoke our black old meerschaums, We smoke from morn till night, While cheerily ring ...
— Two Knapsacks - A Novel of Canadian Summer Life • John Campbell
... more, my bold associates, welcome. Mark What cheery aspects look upon our landing: The face of Nature dimples o'er with smiles, The heav'ns are cloudless, whiles the princely sun, As glad to greet us in his fair ...
— The Indian Princess - La Belle Sauvage • James Nelson Barker
... returned with olive branch to her: Her lamp burned dimly, yet its flick'ring light, Guided the wanderer thro' the lengthen'd night. Oft in her weary search, she paused the while, To catch one gleam of hope—one favour'd smile; But the dim mists of ignorance still threw, Their blighting influence o'er the famish'd few, Who deigned to look upon that lustrous eye, Which ...
— Forty Centuries of Ink • David N. Carvalho
... dreams you will,— Beckon up the rocky slope and summon o'er the hill,— Summon us to do and dare all the deeds of yore Till the battle ceases, and ...
— Oklahoma Sunshine • Freeman E. (Freeman Edwin) Miller
... her sable curtain spreads, And darkness falls on sea and land, In silent beauty, o'er our heads, The ...
— Hymns from the East - Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the - Holy Eastern Church • John Brownlie
... my inflexible desire! Before the eyes of all the soldiery I wronged the holy code of war; and now By my free death I wish to glorify it. My brothers, what's the one poor victory I yet may snatch from Wrangel worth to you Against the triumph o'er the balefullest Of foes within, that I achieve at dawn— The insolent and disobedient heart. Now shall the alien, seeking to bow down Our shoulders 'neath his yoke, be crushed; and, free, The man of Brandenburg shall take his stand Upon the mother soil, for it ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IV • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... sighed the maids assembled; Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled; And when I coughed all thought the end was near! I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me - For I was loved beyond all other men. Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me - Ah me, I was ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... that is blown o'er thy locks, Thou heedst not, nor the roar of the gale; Sleep babe, sleep the sea, And sleep my sea ...
— The Interdependence of Literature • Georgina Pell Curtis
... lavish bounty scatters? But yet, ye great triumvirate—I fear To call you back to earth, for ye debas'd With vile impurities the comic muse, And made her delicate mouth pronounce such things As would disgust a Wilmot in full blood, Or shock an Atheist roaring o'er his cups[13] O shameful profligate abuse of powers, Indulg'd to you for higher, nobler purposes, Than to pollute the sacred fount of virtue, Which, plac'd by heaven, ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor - Vol. I. No. 3. March 1810 • Various
... alone. Above, the heavens were spread; below, the flood Was murmuring in its caves; the wind had blown Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead shone. A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains; Before its blue and moveless depths were flying Grey mists, poured forth from the unresting fountains Of darkness in the north—the day was dying. Sudden the sun shone forth; its beams were lying Like boiling gold on Ocean, ...
— Olive - A Novel • Dinah Maria Craik, (AKA Dinah Maria Mulock)
... and the listless shuffling of the feet of others, who, having, as they sanguinely thought, completely mastered their tasks, had nothing further to occupy their time until "the gaudy pageant" should be "o'er"—the whole thing, really, was ...
— She and I, Volume 2 - A Love Story. A Life History. • John Conroy Hutcheson
... he inherited a splendid constitution, with an unlimited capacity for enjoyment, and we have a fair idea of Henry Fielding at that moment of his career, when with passions "tremblingly alive all o'er"—as ...
— Fielding - (English Men of Letters Series) • Austin Dobson
... faith I venture on his word, My doubts are o'er, the vict'ry won, He said the altar sanctifies, I just ...
— Sanctification • J. W. Byers
... sitting with the slave-whip o'er him swung, From the tortured truths of freedom the lie of slavery wrung, And the solemn priest to Moloch, on each God-deserted shrine, Broke the bondman's heart for bread, poured the bondman's blood for wine— While the multitude in blindness to a far-off ...
— The Underground Railroad • William Still
... Then o'er his broider'd trousers, And jacket flower'd fair, The skin of a hart he donneth The maiden ...
— The Serpent Knight - and other ballads - - - Translator: George Borrow • Thomas J. Wise
... All o'er the cavern'd rock a sprouting vine Laid forth ripe clusters. Hence four limpid founts Nigh to each other ran, in rills distinct, Huddling along with many a playful maze. Around them the soft meads profusely bloom'd ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... MIMI. | | Love alone o'er hearts has sway Heart to heart and soul to soul | Ah Love! to thee do we surrender. Love binds us in his fetters. | (yielding to her lover's (placing his arm around MIMI embrace) Love now shall rule our hearts ...
— La Boheme • Giuseppe Giacosa and Luigi Illica
... I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen When, after execution, judgment hath Repented o'er his doom. ...
— Measure for Measure • William Shakespeare [Collins edition]
... alabaster flight Neath the full beams of the mistaken sun O'er gazing crowds, till at th' unwonted sight Some unexpected sportsman with a gun Brought down the bird, all fluff, mid sounding cheers: Mourn, maidens, mourn, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, March 18, 1914 • Various
... the wide waters, I've trod the lone strand, I've triumphed in battle, I've lighted the brand, I've borne the loud thunder of death o'er the foam; Fame, riches, ne'er found them,—yet ...
— Jacob Faithful • Captain Frederick Marryat
... mighty, that we dare Scorn your grim power—till we glimpse the flare Of burning Death 'mid holiness of Birth. What is our godliness and wisdom worth Against your strength embattled unaware? You are the Master, ever, everywhere, Deadly and gentle o'er the wide ...
— The True Story of Our National Calamity of Flood, Fire and Tornado • Logan Marshall
... but it is difficult for the modern reader, familiar with the sight, if not the texture, of "the purple patches," and unattracted, perhaps demagnetized, by a personality once fascinating and always "puissant," to appreciate the actual worth and magnitude of the poem. We are "o'er informed;" and as with Nature, so with Art, the eye must be couched, and the film of association removed, before we can see clearly. But there is one characteristic feature of Childe Harold which association and familiarity have been powerless ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... "By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews In vestments for the-chase arrayed The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the ...
— Canada • J. G. Bourinot |
