"Rous" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... eternal shame!—All sense is fled, And ev'ry social pleasure with their virtues. Nor boast we more that wholesome plain economy Which made our ancestors so justly fam'd For honestly, and every gen'rous deed; But in its stead a splendid, wasteful vanity (Regardless of the toiler's hard-earn'd claims,) Pervades each rank, and all distinction levels: Too sure fore-runners ...
— The Female Gamester • Gorges Edmond Howard
... debble seed he hadn't finished Jake, he war gwine to gib him anudder dig, but jus den I drap de gun on his cocoanut, and he neber trubble us no more. 'Twar mons'rous hard work to git him out ob de swamp, 'cause he war jess like a dead man, and had to be toted de hull way; but he'm dar now, massa (pointing to the old cabin), and de ...
— Among the Pines - or, South in Secession Time • James R. Gilmore
... Otway, of Waller, of Butler, of Dryden, and of Denham, was in Scotland an age without a poet vigorous enough to survive in his writings his own generation. For even the greater part of the popular version of its Psalms, our Church was indebted to the English lawyer Rous. Here and there we may find in it the remains of an earlier and more classical time: its version of the hundredth Psalm, for instance, with its quaintly-turned but stately octo-syllabic stanzas, was written nearly ...
— Leading Articles on Various Subjects • Hugh Miller
... preservation urged thy stay, Or force, which those resistless must obey. If this is error, let me still remain In error wrapp'd—nor wake to truth again! Come then, sweet Hope, with all thy train of joy Nor let Despair each rapt'rous thought destroy; Indulgent Heav'n, in pity to our tears, At length will bless a parent's sinking years; Again shall I behold thy lovely face, By manhood form'd, and ripen'd ev'ry grace, Again I'll press ...
— The Eventful History Of The Mutiny And Piratical Seizure - Of H.M.S. Bounty: Its Cause And Consequences • Sir John Barrow
... such a heav'nly prize, "Ah! cruel SULTAN! who delay'st my joys! "While piercing charms transfix my am'rous heart, "I dare not snatch one kiss to ...
— Letters of the Right Honourable Lady M—y W—y M—e • Lady Mary Wortley Montague
... the beaming eye, Through Twelve successive Summers heav'd the sigh, The unaccomplish'd wish was still the same; Till May in new and sudden glories came! My heart was rous'd; and Fancy on the wing, Thus heard the language of ...
— The Farmer's Boy - A Rural Poem • Robert Bloomfield
... Believe it firm, because perhaps the day is mild and still; But when they find it turn with the first blast of fate, By gazing upward giddy grow, And think the church itself does so; Thus fools, for being strong and num'rous known, Suppose the truth, like all the world, their own; And holy Sancroft's motion quite irregular appears, ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... fate we bemoan,— In the sufferings of others forgetting thy own,— O'er thy dust, though no trophies nor columns we rear, Though the storm was thy requiem, the wild wave thy bier; Yet thy spirit still speaks from its home on the flood, Still speaks to the gen'rous, the brave, and the good; Still points to our children the path which you trod, Who lived for your country, and died ...
— Narratives of Shipwrecks of the Royal Navy; between 1793 and 1849 • William O. S. Gilly
... be less so? for what earthly good Can man possess which he may not enjoy? Parents, a prosp'rous country, friends, birth, riches. Yet these all take their value from the mind Of the possessor: he that knows their use, To him they're blessings; he that knows it not, To him misuse converts ...
— The Comedies of Terence • Publius Terentius Afer
... with envy's eye, beholds his merit; Madam, 'tis malice all, and false report. I know his noble heart, 'tis fill'd with honour; No trait'rous taint has touch'd his generous soul; His grateful mind still glows with pure affection; And all his thoughts are ...
— The Earl of Essex • Henry Jones
... Ungen'rous Sex!—To scorn us if we're kind; And yet upbraid us if we seem severe! Do you, t' encourage us to tell our mind, Yourselves put off disguise, and be sincere. You talk of coquetry!—Your own false hearts Compel our ...
— Clarissa, Volume 1 (of 9) • Samuel Richardson
... they had past The immeasurable space. Then on her ear The lonely song of adoration rose, Sweet as the cloister'd virgins vesper hymn, Whose spirit, happily dead to earthly hopes Already lives in Heaven. Abrupt the song Ceas'd, tremulous and quick a cry Of joyful wonder rous'd the astonish'd Maid, And instant Madelon was in her arms; No airy form, no unsubstantial shape, She felt her friend, she prest her to her heart, Their tears of rapture mingled. She drew back And ...
— Poems, 1799 • Robert Southey
... young, (whose tragedy divine Musaeus sung,) Dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none For whom succeeding times make greater moan. His dangling tresses, that were never shorn, Had they been cut, and unto Colchos borne, Would have allured the vent'rous youth of Greece To hazard more than for the golden fleece. Fair Cynthia wished his arms might be her sphere; Grief makes her pale, because she moves not there. His body was as straight as Circe's wand; Jove might have sipped out nectar from his hand. Even as delicious ...
— Hero and Leander • Christopher Marlowe
... this to reason—idle to complain; The WISE have oft been dup'd it is confest, And Solomon it seems among the rest. But gay Joconde felt nothing of the kind, A secret pleasure glow'd within his mind; He thought Astolphus wond'rous bliss had missed, And that himself alone the fair had kiss'd; A clod howe'er, who liv'd within the place, Had, prior ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine
... few ekals. He is a man of great pluck likewise. He has a fierce nostril, and I believe upon my soul that if it wasn't absolootly necessary for him to remain here and announce in his paper, from week to week, that "our Gov'ment is about to take vig'rous measures to put down the rebellion"—I b'lieve, upon my soul, this illustris man would enlist as a Brigadier Gin'ral, and git his Bounty. . . ...
— The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 2 • Charles Farrar Browne
... and transported Quakers,[d] Connecticut mildly enforced her laws against them, [69] and how mildly the following incidents will show. In 1658, John Rous and John Copeland, traveling preachers, reached Hartford. They were allowed to hold a discussion in the presence of the governor and magistrates upon "God is a Spirit." At its close, they were courteously informed that the laws of the colony forbade their remaining in it, and ...
— The Development of Religious Liberty in Connecticut • M. Louise Greene, Ph. D.
... sounds that might bestow Rest on the fever'd bed, All slumb'rous sounds and low Are mingled here and wed, And bring no drowsihed. Shy dreams flit to and fro With shadowy hair dispread; With wistful eyes that glow And silent robes that sweep. Thou wilt not hear me; no? Wilt thou ...
— Sleep-Book - Some of the Poetry of Slumber • Various
... bust an' the gas oozin' out, An' onless we can mennage in some way to stop it, Why, the thing's a gone coon, an' we might ez wal drop it. Brag works wal at fust, but it ain't jes' the thing For a stiddy inves'ment the shiners to bring, An' votin' we're prosp'rous a hundred times over Wun't change bein' starved into livin' on clover. Manassas done sunthin' tow'rds drawin' the wool O'er the green, anti-slavery eyes o' John Bull: Oh, warn't it a godsend, jes' when sech tight fixes Wuz crowdin' us mourners, to throw double-sixes! ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 54, April, 1862 • Various
... All-bounteous King, Where dost thou stay so long? Our sad hearts pine, Our spirits faint, for thee. Our weary eyes Scan all the blue expanse, where not a cloud Floats low to rest our vision. In vain we turn Or East or West, no vap'rous haze, nor view Of distant panorama, wins our souls To other worlds. All, all is hard and scant. Thy brother Spring is come. His favourite haunts the sheltering woods betray— The woods that, dark and cheerless yet, call thee. Tender hepaticas peep forth, and mottled leaves Of yellow ...
— Laura Secord, the heroine of 1812. - A Drama. And Other Poems. • Sarah Anne Curzon
... bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars, And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended, And at night the wond'rous glory of ...
— The Man from Snowy River • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson
... so savage that he'd ha' gone down and finished him off. I aren't a murd'rous sort o' man, Master Carey, but he tried to kill me, only he didn't hit hard enough, and I get thinking that there old ruffian won't be perfeck till he's quite finished. Well, sir, what's to be done? You're skipper now as t'others ...
— King o' the Beach - A Tropic Tale • George Manville Fenn
... yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... tell me, you and you and you, If it may hap you've ever heard Of all that wond'rous is and great The ...
— The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat • Thornton W. Burgess
... "remark those worthies, and especially that tall meagre youth in the blue frock-coat, and the buff waistcoat; he is Mr. Ritson, the De Rous (viz. the finished gentleman) of ...
— Pelham, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... say'st thou. What! to be prais'd, and hang? Effeminate Roman! shall such stuff prevail, To tickle thee, and make thee wag thy tail? Say, should a shipwreck'd sailor sing his woe, Wouldst thou be mov'd to pity, and bestow An alms? What's more prepost'rous than to see A merry beggar? wit in ...
— A Dialogue Concerning Oratory, Or The Causes Of Corrupt Eloquence • Cornelius Tacitus
... will own no other of all her num'rous brood But such as stand at Christ's right hand, acquitted through his Blood. The pious father had now much rather his graceless son should lie In hell with devils, for ...
— Woman's Life in Colonial Days • Carl Holliday
... am I, Who hath some long and dang'rous voyage been, And called to tell of his discovery, How far he sailed, what countries he had seen, Proceeding from the port whence he put forth, Shows by his compass how his course he steered, When east, when west, when south, and ...
— Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles - Idea, by Michael Drayton; Fidessa, by Bartholomew Griffin; Chloris, by William Smith • Michael Drayton, Bartholomew Griffin, and William Smith
... amongst other accomplished horsemen and horse-breeders, Lord Palmerston, the two ex-masters of the Royal Buckhounds, Earls Granville and Bessborough, the Marquis of Stafford, Vice-President of the Four-Horse Driving Club, and the Honourable Admiral Rous, the leading authority of the Jockey Club on all racing matters. The favourable report of these, perhaps, among the most competent judges of anything appertaining to horses in the world, settled the value of Mr. Rarey's lessons, and the list began to fill speedily; many of the ...
— A New Illustrated Edition of J. S. Rarey's Art of Taming Horses • J. S. Rarey
... thy sweet and wond'rous love Shall measure all my days: And as it never shall remove, So neither shall ...
— Gifts of Genius - A Miscellany of Prose and Poetry by American Authors • Various
... on his temples. **Chooses. . . . . . . . "Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way; The youngling cottagers retire to rest: The parent-pair their secret homage pay, And proffer up to Heaven the warm request, That He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... sight Of the beholders with confus'd delight; Thy green campaigns wide open to the view, And buildings where bright youth their fame pursue. Blest village! on whose plains united glows, A vast, confus'd magnificence of shows. Where num'rous crowds of different colours blend, Thick as the trees which from the hills ascend: Or as the grass which shoots in verdant spires, Or stars which dart thro' natures ...
— A Collection of College Words and Customs • Benjamin Homer Hall
... all the gentle morals, such as play Through life's more cultur'd walks, and charm the way; These far dispers'd, on tim'rous pinions fly, To sport and flutter in a ...
— Female Scripture Biographies, Vol. II • Francis Augustus Cox
... so gayly green, May num'rous herds and flocks be seen, And lasses chanting o'er the pail, And shepherds piping in the dale, And ancient faith that knows no guile, And industry imbrown'd with toil, And hearts resolv'd, and hands prepar'd, The ...
— The Expedition of Humphry Clinker • Tobias Smollett
... Ere another came, The visionary scene was wrapped in smoke Whose sulph'rous wreaths were crossed by sheets of flame; With every flash a bolt explosive broke, Till Roderick deemed the fiends had burst their yoke, And waved 'gainst heaven the infernal gonfalone! For War a new and dreadful language spoke, Never ...
— Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott • Sir Walter Scott
... moon hung like a silver crescent pendent from Venus' flaming orb, in a summer sky thick inlaid with patines of pure gold, I heard the lazy waves breaking like slumb'rous thunder upon the long, low beach, and said, "The sea is calling me!" and I went. Far out upon the long pier, where the waves could dash their spray like a shower of cool pearls in my face, I lingered long and listened ...
— Volume 1 of Brann The Iconoclast • William Cowper Brann
... by art. A second beauty in its nature lies, It gives not Things, but Beings to our eyes, Life, Substance, Spirit animate the whole; Fiction and Fable are the Sense and Soul. The common Dulness of mankind, array'd In pomp, here lives and breathes, a wond'rous Maid: The Poet decks her with each unknown Grace, Clears her dull brain, and brightens her dark face: See! Father Chaos o'er his First-born nods, And Mother Night, in Majesty of Gods! See Querno's Throne, by hands Pontific rise, And a Fool's Pandaemonium strike our ...
— An Essay on Satire, Particularly on the Dunciad • Walter Harte
... scene, they cried, And what a wond'rous sky! What joy 'twould be to kiss the Sun, And ...
— Home Lyrics • Hannah. S. Battersby
... within, who hears his hollow cough, And patt'ring of iris stick upon the threshold, Sends out her little boy to see who's there. The child looks up to view the stranger's face, And seeing it enlighten'd with a smile, Holds out his little hand to lead him in. Rous'd from her work, the mother turns her head, And sees them, not ill-pleas'd.—— The stranger whines not with a piteous tale, But only asks a little, to relieve A poor old soldier's wants.—— The gentle matron ...
— Poems, &c. (1790) • Joanna Baillie
... Carew Hazlitt has noted the fact that a copy of Zach. Ursinus' 'Summe of Christian Religion,' translated by H. Parry (1617), contains on the first leaf this note: 'Mary Rous her Booke, bought in Duck Lane bey Smithfelde, this ...
— The Book-Hunter in London - Historical and Other Studies of Collectors and Collecting • William Roberts
... gen'rous masters Do handsomely provide A store of meat and drink my boys, Come out and take a ride; For we are in our ribbons, And dress'd so neat and trim; Drink up my charming Sally, We'll fill it ...
— The Story of the Cambrian - A Biography of a Railway • C. P. Gasquoine
... Of dire combustions and cosfus'd events. New-hatch'd to th' woful time, the obscure bird Clamour'd the live-long night. Some say the earth Was fev'rous ...
— Notes to Shakespeare, Volume III: The Tragedies • Samuel Johnson
... variegated flower, That with courageous mien, Not heeding much stern Winter's power, Hast let thy face be seen At such a season, and amid such dearth Of vernal beauty, I would bid thee hail; For charms like thine to me have wond'rous ...
— The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales In Verse - Together With Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects • Thomas Cowherd
... The adult'rous Sargus doth not only change Wives every day, in the deep streams, but, strange! As if the honey of sea-love delight Could not suffice his ranging appetite, Goes courting she-goats on the grassy shore, Horning their ...
— The Complete Angler • Izaak Walton
... desire, Snow to the fight, but with its touches fire! Who sees thy yielding Queen, and would not be On any terms, the best, the happy he; Entranc'd we fancy all is extasy. Quote Ovid, now no more ye am'rous swains, Delia, than Ovid has more moving strains. Nature in her alone exceeds all art, And nature sure does nearest touch the heart. Oh! might I call the bright discoverer mine, The whole fair sex unenvied I'd resign; Give all my happy hours to Delia's charms, She who ...
— The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) - Vol. IV • Theophilus Cibber
... bird of Mars, at home Engag'd in foul domestic jars, And wasted with intestine wars, Inglorious hadst thou spent thy vig'rous bloom; Had not sedition's civil broils Expell'd thee from thy native Crete, And driv'n thee with more glorious toils Th' Olympic crown in Pisa's plain to meet. ...
— Memoirs of My Life and Writings • Edward Gibbon
... Rocks, the Dragon's late Abodes, The green Reed trembles, and the Bulrush nods. Waste sandy Vallies, once perplexd with Thorn, [8] The spiry Fir and shapely Box adorn: To leafless Shrubs the flow'ring Palms succeed, And od'rous Myrtle to the noisome Weed. The Lambs with Wolves shall graze the verdant Mead [9] And Boys in flow'ry Bands the Tyger lead; The Steer and Lion at one Crib shall meet, And harmless Serpents Lick ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... Bankes nor Damms, We ebbe downe dry to pebble-Anagrams; Dead and insipid, all despairing sit Lost to behold this great Relapse of Wit: What strength remaines, is like that (wilde and fierce) Till Johnson made good Poets and right Verse. Such boyst'rous Trifles Thy Muse would not brooke, Save when she'd show how scurvily they looke; No savage Metaphors (things rudely Great) Thou dost display, not butcher a Conceit; Thy Nerves have Beauty, which Invades and Charms; ...
— The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher in Ten Volumes - Volume I. • Beaumont and Fletcher
... Go forth this better land to win, With men and cattle not a few, And household gear and weapons too; And, best of all, with women dear, To comfort, counsel, check, and cheer. Thus far we've made a prosp'rous way, God speed ...
— The Norsemen in the West • R.M. Ballantyne
... Greatness in Mortality Can Censure 'scape: Back-wounding Calumny The whitest Virtue strikes. What King so strong, Can tye the Gall up in sland'rous Tongue? SHAKESPEAR. ...
— Two Poems Against Pope - One Epistle to Mr. A. Pope and the Blatant Beast • Leonard Welsted
... one form, whose ear can ne'er refuse The Muses' tribute, for he lov'd the Muse, (And when the soul the gen'rous virtues raise, A friendly Whig may chant a Tory's praise,) Full many a fond expectant eye is bent Where Newark's towers are mirror'd in the Trent. Perchance ere long to shine in senates first, If manhood echo what his youth rehears'd, Soon Gladstone's brows will bloom with ...
— The Grand Old Man • Richard B. Cook
... With no friendly hand to tend it, yet it grew midst slight and wrong, Taking root in other places,[AC]—growing green, and broad, and strong, Till its vigor knew no weakness, with its branches flower-fraught, Till a prosp'rous land it sheltered where th' oppressed a refuge sought, Till its fruit made all who labored 'neath its shade both bold and free, Till a people dwelt beneath it strong ...
— The White Doe - The Fate of Virginia Dare • Sallie Southall Cotten
... rear'd, (Mad and sweet came pipes and songs), Rous'd at last the wild soul glar'd, Spear-thrust with a ...
— Old Spookses' Pass • Isabella Valancy Crawford
... sculptor who saw thee stand, As thou standest now, on thy Native Strand, With the wild wind ruffling thine uncomb'd hair, And thy nostril upturn'd to the od'rous air, Would not woo thee to pause till his skill might trace At leisure the lines of that eager face; The collarless neck and the coal-black paws And the bit grasp'd tight in the massive jaws; The delicate curve ...
— Fly Leaves • C. S. Calverley
... Ormondo false, whose cruel hand Was armed and prest to give the trait'rous blow, With all his fellows mongst Godfredo's band Entered unseen, disguised that few them know: The thievish wolves, when night o'ershades the land, That seem like faithful dogs in shape and show, So to the closed folds in secret creep, And entrance ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our ...
— The Psalms of David - Imitated in the Language of The New Testament - And Applied to The Christian State and Worship • Isaac Watts
... without the last Enjoyment, for methinks if he were marry'd, he would be more out of Sight than he already is.' 'Ah, Madam,' return'd Frankwit, 'Love is no Camelion, it cannot feed on Air alone.' 'No but,' rejoyn'd Celesia, 'you Lovers that are not Blind like Love it self, have am'rous Looks to feed on.' 'Ah! believe it,' said Belvira, ''tis better, Frankwit, not to lose Paradice by too much Knowledge; Marriage Enjoyments does but wake you from your sweet golden Dreams: Pleasure is but a Dream, dear Frankwit, but a Dream, and to be waken'd.' 'Ah! Dearest, but unkind Belvira,' ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume V • Aphra Behn
... while us 'common folks' are satisfied with forefathers"—[this hit took with a great many present, raising a very general laugh]—"but if this Hugh's ancestors did pay anything for the land, if I was you, fellow-citizens, I'd be gin'rous, and let him have it back ag'in. Perhaps his forefathers gave a cent an acre to the king—may be, two; or say sixpence, if you will. I'd let him have his sixpence an acre back again, by way of shutting his mouth. No; ...
— The Redskins; or, Indian and Injin, Volume 1. - Being the Conclusion of the Littlepage Manuscripts • James Fenimore Cooper
... the dreadful spear to wield— Alas! their fearful limbs are fenc'd with care: And, what can valour, when th'extended shield[3] May leave, so oft, his gen'rous bosom bare? ...
— Elegies and Other Small Poems • Matilda Betham
... by thy fault? Hast thou against them some such crime conceiu'd, That their engrained hand lift vp in threats They should desire in thy hard bloud to bathe? And that their burning wrath which nought can quench Should pittiles on vs still lighten downe? We are not hew'n out of the monst'rous masse Of Giantes those, which heauens wrack conspir'd: Ixions race, false prater of his loues: Nor yet of him who fained lightnings found: Nor cruell Tantalus, nor bloudie Atreus, Whose cursed banquet for Thyestes plague ...
— A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and Antonius by Garnier • Philippe de Mornay
... may just notice his son EDWARD, and his grandson ATHELSTAN; the former of whom is supposed by Rous[242] (one of the most credulous of our early historians) to have founded the University of Cambridge. The latter had probably greater abilities than his predecessor; and a thousand pities it is that William of Malmesbury should have been so stern and squeamish as not to give us the substance ...
— Bibliomania; or Book-Madness - A Bibliographical Romance • Thomas Frognall Dibdin
... light, She meets thee, SYLVIA, and with glances, bright As lucid streams, when Spring's clear mornings rise. From Hymen's kindling torch, a yellow ray The shining texture of her spotless vest Gilds;—and the Month that gives the early day The scent od[o]rous[1], and the carol blest, Pride of the rising Year, enamour'd MAY, Paints its ...
— Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace • Anna Seward
... quick," said the shiftless one. "I said it wuz dang'rous 'cause I want it fur myself. It's got to be a cunnin' sort o' deed, jest the kind ...
— The Eyes of the Woods - A story of the Ancient Wilderness • Joseph A. Altsheler
... ever at my heart; Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my Muse began, with whom shall end, Ere since Sir Fopling's periwig was praise, To the last honours of the Butt and Bays: O thou! of bus'ness the directing soul! To this our head like bias to the bowl, Which, as more pond'rous, made its aim more true, Obliquely waddling to the mark in view: O! ever gracious to perplex'd mankind, Still spread a healing mist before the mind; And, lest we err by Wit's wild dancing light, Secure us kindly in our native night. ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, Number 358, August 1845 • Various
... Destruction's hand Dealt equal lot To Court and cot, My rock had turn'd to sand! I leant upon an oak, But in the hour of need, Alack-a-day, My trusted stay Was but a bruis-ed reed! A bruis-ed reed! Ah faithless rock, My simple faith to mock! Ah trait'rous oak, Thy worthlessness to cloak, Thy ...
— The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan - The 14 Gilbert And Sullivan Plays • William Schwenk Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
... idea fills my soul. I see them—yes, I see them now before me: The monstrous, ugly, barb'rous sons of whores. But ha! what form majestick strikes our eyes? [1]So perfect, that it seems to have been drawn By all the gods in council: so fair she is, That surely at her birth the council paused, And then at length cry'd out, ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, Too ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson in Nine Volumes - Volume IV: The Adventurer; The Idler • Samuel Johnson
... expressed the general feelings either of his own time or ours. It is interesting to turn to a very ordinary, it may be typical, Englishman who lived a century later, again in a period of war and also of quite ordinary and but moderately glorious war. John Rous, a Cambridge graduate of old Suffolk family, was in 1623 appointed incumbent of Santon Downham, then called a town, though now it has dwindled away almost to nothing. Here, or rather at Weeting or at Brandon where he lived, Rous began two years later, on the accession of Charles I, ...
— Essays in War-Time - Further Studies In The Task Of Social Hygiene • Havelock Ellis
... grant those hands may strive in vain With the salt-streaming wave, When 'gainst the wide-blown blasts thy bark shall strain To round Sarpedon's cape, the sandbank's treach'rous grave. ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... and how reviving To the Spirits of just men long opprest! When God into the hands of thir deliverer Puts invincible might To quell the mighty of the Earth, th' oppressour, The brute and boist'rous force of violent men Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue The righteous and all such as honour Truth; He all thir Ammunition And feats of War defeats With plain Heroic magnitude of mind And celestial vigour arm'd, Thir Armories and Magazins contemns, Renders ...
— Book of English Verse • Bulchevy
... Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, [sleek] O what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! [hurrying rush] I wad na be laith to rin an' chase thee [loath] Wi' ...
— Robert Burns - How To Know Him • William Allan Neilson
... Assembly, gave color to the charge that he abused his official position to improve his income. The worst accusation against him was that of conniving in trade with the French and Indians under pretence of exchanging prisoners. Six prominent men of the colony—Borland, Vetch, Lawson, Rous, Phillips, and Coffin, only three of whom were of New England origin—were brought to trial before the Assembly for trading at Port Royal; and it was said that Dudley, though he had no direct share in the business, found ...
— A Half Century of Conflict - Volume I - France and England in North America • Francis Parkman
... of dark-green moss, Whose softness grew of quiet ways (With all its deep, delicious floss) In slumb'rous suns of ...
— The Poems of Henry Kendall • Henry Kendall
... solid, well-composed discourse, What wond'rous energy! what mighty force! Still, friend to Truth, and strict to Reason's rules, He scorns the censure ...
— Notes and Queries, No. 28. Saturday, May 11, 1850 • Various
... gen'rous lord, and best of men that be; * And oh, thou lord of learning, grace and fair humanity, Thee-wards I come because my way of life is strait to me: * O help! and let me not despair thine equity to see. Deign thou ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 7 • Richard F. Burton
... by his intended bidder. 'T is pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are bought up, others by a warlike leader, Some by a place—as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash—but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
... chambers neat, And like the liquor and the meat, Will call again, and recommend The Angel Inn to every friend. And though the painting grows decay'd, The house will never lose its trade: Nay, though the treach'rous tapster,[2] Thomas, Hangs a new Angel two doors from us, As fine as daubers' hands can make it, In hopes that strangers may mistake it, We[3] think it both a shame and sin To quit the true old Angel Inn. Now this is Stella's case in fact, An angel's face a little ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The gen'rous pleasure to be charmed with wit. But in such lays as neither ebb, nor flow, Correctly cold, and regularly low, That shunning faults, one quiet tenor keep; We cannot blame indeed—but we may sleep. ...
— English Poets of the Eighteenth Century • Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum
... me, I do think you're 'ginnin' to be a peeler of the rale ring-tail specie,—I do, old Rusty, and thar's my fo'paw on it: you've got to be a man at last, a feller for close locks and fighting Injuns that's quite cu'rous to think on, and I'll lick any man that says a word agin you, I will, 'tarnal death to me): But I say, do you think I'm come so far atter madam, to gin up the holping her out of bondage to any mortal two-legg'd ...
— Nick of the Woods • Robert M. Bird
... beauty in the swelling upland green, On which the fleecy flock in sportive play, And mirth, and gambol innocent, are seen. What pleasure through the scented copse to stray, And hear the stock dove coo its am'rous lay, Or climb the steep hill's side, beneath whose height Dashing afar, like drifted snow, their spray; The waves of ocean with an angry might, Flash in the purple dawn, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 17, No. 476, Saturday, February 12, 1831 • Various
... with trait'rous kiss her Master stung, Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue; She, when apostles fled, could danger brave, Last at his cross, and ...
— Familiar Quotations • Various
... no buzz'd whisper tell: All eyes be muffled, or a hundred swords Will storm his heart, Love's fev'rous citadel: For him, those chambers held barbarian hordes, Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body ...
— Keats: Poems Published in 1820 • John Keats
... were still all dewy bright With love, and kept all phantom fear aloof From the poor girl by magic of their bright, The while it did unthread the horrid woof Of the late darkened time—the murd'rous spite Of pride and avarice—the dark pine roof In the forest—and the sodden turfed dell, When, without any word, ...
— The Mysteries of All Nations • James Grant
... Wee, sleekit, cowrin' tim'rous beastie. Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou needna start awa' sae hasty. Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin and chase thee, ...
— One Thousand Secrets of Wise and Rich Men Revealed • C. A. Bogardus
... flash of eager wing, Flitting, twinkling by the wall, And pleadings sweet and am'rous call,— Ah, now I ...
— Bird Stories from Burroughs - Sketches of Bird Life Taken from the Works of John Burroughs • John Burroughs
... your bright Designs, And where you point the varying Soul inclines: See! Love and Friendship, the fair Theme inspires We glow with Zeal, we melt in soft Desires! Thro' the dire Labyrinth of Ills we share The kindred Sorrows of the gen'rous Pair; Till, pleas'd, rewarded Vertue we behold, Shine from the Furnace ...
— The Life and Romances of Mrs. Eliza Haywood • George Frisbie Whicher
... find; * And wake from sleep and dreams if still to sleep inclined! Or victory win and rise and raise thee highmost high * And gain, O giddy pate, the food for which thy soul hath pined; Or into sorrow thou shalt fall with breast full strait * And ne'er enjoy the Fame that wooes the gen'rous mind, Nor is there any shall avail to hinder Fate * Except the Lord of Worlds who the ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 6 • Richard F. Burton
... and suck the blood Enrich'd by gen'rous wine and costly meat; On well-filled skins, sleek as thy native mud, Fix thy light pump, and press thy freckled feet. Go to the men for whom, in ocean's halls, The oyster breeds ...
— Masterpieces Of American Wit And Humor • Thomas L. Masson (Editor)
... do, do you!' says the trey-full boy. 'Which you-all is a heap too sanguine. Do you reckon I gives up the frootes of a trey- full—as hard a hand to hold as that is? You can go ten to one I won't: not this round-up! Sech requests is preepost'rous!' ...
— Wolfville Days • Alfred Henry Lewis
... thy capes like sunset's purple coves, Shallow the channel glides through silent oyster groves, Round Kent's ancient isle, and by beaches brown, Cleaving the fruity farms to slumb'rous Chestertown. ...
— Tales of the Chesapeake • George Alfred Townsend
... to the taste. Sap'rophyte. A plant that lives on decaying matter. Scab'rous. Rough. Scis'sile. Easily split. Sep'arating. Spoken of gills when they easily separate from the stem. Ses'sile. Stemless. Sin'uate. Wavy, A gill that has a sudden curve near the stem. Sor'did. Dingy. Spore. The same body that answers to ...
— Among the Mushrooms - A Guide For Beginners • Ellen M. Dallas and Caroline A. Burgin
... see you ain't ben in pol'tics long. Wall, whut I've got t' say is this: I used t' work fer this party off 'n' on,—this party whose name I ain't a-mentionin'. He wuz in pol'tics too. Likewise run a quarry an' s'm'other things t' num'rous t' mention. 'Twas in the quarry I worked, mostly erbout 'lection time. Cur'ous, ain't it, whut good pay a feller'll git fer light work erbout 'lection time? Wall, this year I ain't hed proper treatment. This party 'lows money is tight, an' he's filled his quarry up with dagoes, damned dagoes." ...
— The Henchman • Mark Lee Luther
... dydd uppe the scaffold goe, As uppe a gilded carre 350 Of victorye, bye val'rous chiefs Gayn'd ynne the ...
— The Rowley Poems • Thomas Chatterton
... expected it of HER—losin' her own boy as she did, an' bein' jest naturally so sweet an' lovin'-hearted. But HIM—that's diff'rent. Now, you know jest as well as I do what Mr. Holly is—every one does, so I ain't sayin' nothin' sland'rous. He's a good man—a powerful good man; an' there ain't a squarer man goin' ter work fur. But the fact is, he was made up wrong side out, an' the seams has always showed bad—turrible bad, with ravelin's all stickin' out every which way ter ...
— Just David • Eleanor H. Porter
... For us, with only love to guide, Our lord assumes an eagle's speed, And, like a lion, dares to bleed: Nor yet by wintry skies confin'd, He mounts upon the rudest wind, From danger tears the vital spoil, And with affection sweetens toil. Ah! cease, too vent'rous, cease to dare; In thine, our dearer safety spare. From him, ye cruel falcons stray; And turn, ye fowlers, far away, —All-giving Pow'r, great source of life, Oh! hear the parent, hear the wife: That life thou lendest from above, Though little, ...
— The Governess - The Little Female Academy • Sarah Fielding
... from his brother Esau fled, He by the hand of providence was led To Padan-aram, in Assyria, where He serv'd his uncle Laban twenty year; During which time he was in all things blest, And with a num'rous issue 'mongst the rest: Amongst whom none so pleasing in his sight As Joseph was, who was his chief delight: Who by the time that Jacob was return'd Into the land, where's fathers had sojourn'd, Was full arrived at seventeen years of age; ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... ain't much o' a skollur; but I'd stake a pack o' beaver plew agin a plug o' Jeemes River, thet this hyur manurscrip wur entended for yurself, an nob'dy else. Thur's writin' upon it—thet's clur, an mighty kew'rous ink I reck'n thet ur. Oncest ov a time I kud 'a read write, or print eythur, as easy as fallin' off a log; for thur wur a Yankee fellur on Duck Crik thet kep a putty consid'able school thur, an the ole 'oman—thet ur Mrs Rawlins—hed this child put thro' a reg'lar ...
— The War Trail - The Hunt of the Wild Horse • Mayne Reid
... Sire— The crown upon your brows may flourish long, And that your arm may in your God be strong! O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway, And all with love and readiness obey! But how shall we the British king reward! Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord! Midst the remembrance of thy favours past, The meanest peasants most admire the last* ...
— Religious and Moral Poems • Phillis Wheatley
... of mine Is yet a maiden and an innocent hand, Not painted with the crimson spots of blood. Within this bosom never enter'd yet The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought. ...
— The House of the Whispering Pines • Anna Katharine Green
... youth she views; No spreading moles the boistrous tide command; The tow'rs, the forts, begun, unfinish'd stand: The mighty structure threat'ning from on high 120 Hangs interrupted—all inactive lie Unbrac'd,—the vast machines that thro' the air, Lab'ring, the pond'rous mass, aloft, suspended bear. ...
— The Fourth Book of Virgil's Aeneid and the Ninth Book of Voltaire's Henriad • Virgil and Voltaire
... little way, Now claws him back in cruel play, Or bites through his soft ear; At length, exerting all his strength, He made a leap of wond'rous length, And got away ...
— Surprising Stories about the Mouse and Her Sons, and the Funny Pigs. - With Laughable Colored Engravings • Unknown
... want their wonted year, The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown, An od'rous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mock'ry set. The spring, the summer, The chiding autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is ...
— Johnson's Notes to Shakespeare Vol. I Comedies • Samuel Johnson
... agin England, and hir iron heel, and it was resolved to free Ireland at onct. But it was much desirable before freein her that a large quantity of funds should be raised. And, like the gen'rous souls as they was, funs was lib'rally contribooted. Then arose a excitin discussion as to which head center they should send 'em to—O'Mahony or McRoberts. There was grate excitement over this, but it was finally resolved to send half to ...
— The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 7 • Charles Farrar Browne
... dull dreamer to a manlier fire; Whose martial voice, by martial deeds sustain'd, Denounc'd the age when shameful peace remain'd; Let thy brave spirit yet among us dwell, And linger where thy form in valour fell: Proudly before th' invader's fury mass'd, Behold thy country's cohorts, rous'd at last! It was not for thy mortal eye to see Columbia arm'd for right and liberty; Thine was the finer heart, that could not stay To wait for laggards in the vital fray, And ere the millions felt thy sacred heat, Thou hadst thy gift to Freedom made complete. But while thou sleepest ...
— Writings in the United Amateur, 1915-1922 • Howard Phillips Lovecraft
... why do you look awry, You are a wond'rous Stranger; You walk about, you huff and pout, As if you'd burst with Anger: Is it for that your Fortune's great, Or you so Wealthy are? Or live so high there's none a-nigh That can with you compare? But t'other Day I heard one say, Your Husband durst not ...
— Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6 • Various
... Rous'd by the magic of the charming air, The yawning dogs forego their heavy slumbers; The ladies listen on the narrow stair, And Captain Andrew straight forgets his numbers. Cats and mice give o'er their battling, Pewter plates on shelves ...
— Boswell's Correspondence with the Honourable Andrew Erskine, and His Journal of a Tour to Corsica • James Boswell
... of heaven, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour, The bad affright, afflict the best! The gen'rous spark extinct revive; Teach me to love and to forgive; Exact my own defects to scan: What others are to feel; and know myself ...
— English Grammar in Familiar Lectures • Samuel Kirkham
... remark that mine isn't. I sarved Readypenny out at Westminster 'lection the other day. He got into our coach to go to the poll, and I wouldn't draw an inch. I warn't agoing to take up a plumper for Rous. ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... been a pirate if he had got none. Sir Walter Raleigh strove, but missed the plate, And therefore died a traitor to the State. Endeavour bears a value more or less, Just as 'tis recommended by success: The lucky coxcomb ev'ry man will prize, And prosp'rous actions always pass ...
— An Essay Upon Projects • Daniel Defoe
... free-hearted, and free-handed, and gin'rous. This is the way with women; when they take up a fri'ndship, they do nothing by halves, but are as willing to part with their property as if it had no value in their eyes. However, while I thank you both, just as much as if the bargain was made, and Rivenoak, or any of the other vagabonds, ...
— The Deerslayer • James Fenimore Cooper
... glorious place In the empyrean hovering While all is but a treach'rous face Foul swamps and quagmires covering. Thy sin, that whelmed this earth in days of yore, Shall draw upon it quenchless fire With flaming torrents wildly rushing o'er - A prey to conflagration ...
— The Visions of the Sleeping Bard • Ellis Wynne
... of Scotland has been fortunate in her painters; another, and a still better portrait was to be made of the "wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie," by the great poet ...
— A Literary History of the English People - From the Origins to the Renaissance • Jean Jules Jusserand
... and dint of wit. Theirs was the giant race, before the flood; And thus, when Charles returned, our empire stood. Like Janus he the stubborn soil manured, With rules of husbandry the rankness cured, Tamed us to manners, when the stage was rude, And boist'rous English wit with art indued. Our age was cultivated thus at length; But what we gained in skill we lost in strength. Our builders were with want of genius curst; The second temple was not like the first: Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel ...
— The Comedies of William Congreve - Volume 1 [of 2] • William Congreve
... go so far for it just now, For through my limbs there creeps a lang'rous ease Like that which ...
— The Scarlet Stigma - A Drama in Four Acts • James Edgar Smith
... how he drew Twombley-Crane as the first one that he had to unload a kind and gen'rous act on, and how I made him give up the picture that he'd gloated over so long? Well, J. Bayard can't seem to get over the way that turned out. Here he'd been forced into doin' something nice for a ...
— Shorty McCabe on the Job • Sewell Ford
... Stranger than all the wond'rous whole, Flowers, fields, and sunset skies— To see within our infant's eyes The awakening ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy |
