"Er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... unbounded wealth which the eye cannot see, hidden stores of gold procurable only by manual labour, and fortune-making possibilities awaiting whosoever has the courage to reveal them. The propagation of these fallacious notions always allures to the new territory a crowd of ne'er-do-wells, amongst the bona fide workers, who ultimately become loafers preying upon the generosity of the toilers. This class was not wanting in the Philippines; some had followed the army; others who had finished their term of voluntary military service elected to remain in the visionary El ...
— The Philippine Islands • John Foreman
... with the men, but there was a reason for that; for I was rather severe with them, and imposed as strict a discipline on them as that to which I had been accustomed at West Point. The greater part of them were ne'er-do-wells and adventurers picked up off the beach at Greytown, and they were a thoroughly independent lot, reckless and courageous; but I doubt if they had ever known authority or restraint, unless it was the restraint of a jail. With the men of my own troop I got on well enough, for they saw I ...
— Captain Macklin • Richard Harding Davis
... did he swear to him by God That he would not steal his crown. The emperor threw his crown under his cap, Beside them left the bird of ill omen, And plunged into the blue sea. St. John froze over the sea, With a twelve-fold ice-crust he froze it o'er, Seized the golden crown, flew on high to heaven. And the bird of ill omen began to caw. The emperor, at the bottom of the sea, divined the cause, Raced up, as for a wager, Brake three of the ice-crusts with his head, Then back turned he again, took a stone upon his ...
— A Survey of Russian Literature, with Selections • Isabel Florence Hapgood
... see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; Oh! say, does that star-spangled ...
— Scouting For Girls, Official Handbook of the Girl Scouts • Girl Scouts
... Gods what cruell happ! poore Antonie, Alas hast thou this sword so long time borne Against thy foe, that in the ende it should Of thee his Lord the cursed murthr'er be? O Death how I bewaile thee! we (alas!) So many warres haue ended, brothers, frends, Companions, coozens, equalls in estate: And must it now to ...
— A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and Antonius by Garnier • Philippe de Mornay
... some good with his icy tread, For he keeps the corn-seeds warm in their bed, He dries up the damp which the rain had spread, And renders the air more healthy; He taught the boys to slide, and he flung Rich Christmas gifts o'er the old and young, And when cries for food from the poor were wrung, He opened the purse ...
— Happy Days for Boys and Girls • Various
... there English hearts, of mould humane. Justice would strengthen, cruelty restrain. And is it all a figment of false pride? Such horrors do our vaunting annals hide Beneath a world of words, like flowers that wave In tropic swamps o'er a malarious grave? ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., Nov. 22, 1890 • Various
... lies! In manhood's early bloom The Christian hero found a Pagan tomb: Religion, sorrowing o'er her favorite son, Points to the glorious trophies which he won. Eternal trophies, not with slaughter red, Not stained with tears by hopeless captives shed; But trophies of the Cross. For that dear Name Through ...
— A Handful of Stars - Texts That Have Moved Great Minds • Frank W. Boreham
... what engines doth he make! Behold! how he engageth all his wits, Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets; Yet fish there be that neither hook nor line, Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine; They must be grop'd for, and be tickled too, Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er ...
— Mystic London: - or, Phases of occult life in the metropolis • Charles Maurice Davies
... can tell what your thoughts will do In bringing you hate or love, For thoughts are things, and their airy wings Are swift as a carrier dove. They follow the law of the universe— Each thing must create its kind, And they speed o'er the track to bring you back Whatever went out ...
— The Heart of the New Thought • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... huebsch Leben zimmern, Must ums Vergangne dich nicht bekuemmern, Und waere dir auch was verloren, Musst immer thun wie neu geboren; Was jeder Tag will, sollst du fragen, Was jeder Tag will, wird er sagen; Musst dich an eignem Thun ergetzen, Was andre thun, das wirst du schaetzen; Besonders keinen Menschen hassen, Und das Uebrige ...
— Critical Miscellanies (Vol. 3 of 3) - Essay 5: On Pattison's Memoirs • John Morley
... By whate'er of soft expression Thou hast taught to lovers' eyes, Faint denial, slow confession, Glowing cheeks and stifled sighs; By the pleasure and the pain, By the follies and the wiles, Pouting fondness, sweet disdain, Happy tears ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 1 (of 4) - Contibutions to Knight's Quarterly Magazine] • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... and needle now good-bye, With slates I aim at riches; The scissors will I ne'er more ply, Nor make, but ...
— Men of Invention and Industry • Samuel Smiles
... coin) is my last dollar, the remains o' my fortin', Silas, an' this here bit o' paper that I'm rappin' round it, is my last will an' testimonial. You'll not refuse to give it to my only friend on arth, Hunky Ben, for I've no wife or chick to weep o'er my grave, even though they knew where it was. You'll do this for me, Silas, ...
— Charlie to the Rescue • R.M. Ballantyne
... Island; but not Flow-er Island. Flour-ladened flatboats wrecked there in the days o' yo' grandfather, Eliphalet Hayle, whose own boats they might 'a' been, only Hayles ain't never been good at losin' boats. But his'n or not, can you suspicion they wuz flow-er-ladened? ...
— Gideon's Band - A Tale of the Mississippi • George W. Cable
... thy art, To know thyself, and in thyself to be Whate'er love, hate, ambition, destiny, Or the firm, fatal purpose of the heart Can ...
— The Poet's Poet • Elizabeth Atkins
... the blasts o'er the tops of the mountain, And bare is the oak on the hill; Slowly the vapors exhale from the fountain, And bright gleams the ice-bordered rill; All nature is seeking its annual rest, But the slumbers of ...
— The Spy • James Fenimore Cooper
... Ritz. We have courage, both of us—my daughter and I—as you may have observed for yourself; but courage is a different thing from rashness. We have been enjoying a very pleasant and not unlucrative time for the last six weeks, with the—er—natural result that there are several ladies and gentlemen in London whom I would just as soon avoid. The Ritz is one of those places where one might easily come ...
— An Amiable Charlatan • E. Phillips Oppenheim
... us stories, Whom, as I think, they called—Py—Pythagories, I'm sure 'tis some such Latin name they give 'em, And we, who know no better, must believe 'em. Now to these men, say they, such souls were given, That after death ne'er went to hell nor heaven, But lived, I know not how, in beasts; and then When many years were past, in men again. Methinks, we players resemble such a soul, That does from bodies, we from houses stroll. Thus Aristotle's soul, of old ...
— Love for Love • William Congreve
... "Oh, I—er—I was out at the time," said Lord Dreever. "But something frightened the feller," he went on hurriedly, "and he made a bolt for ...
— The Intrusion of Jimmy • P. G. Wodehouse
... face I ne'er have seen." And I thought, too, I could read in Maud's face a sort of a sad look, as if the shadder Pride, and Fate, held above her, wuz sort o' shadin' her now. Miss Blanche Nevins done first rate, and I'd loved to ...
— Samantha at the World's Fair • Marietta Holley
... wife had the car. I had driven out with Mr. Sanderson, but he was called away by a long distance message. I lingered at the club for a while, chatting and—er—having a cool drink or two, then ...
— Murder at Bridge • Anne Austin
... talk so, Elbert," said Mrs. 'Ero Edwards. "Yore mother was a woman, an' from 'er comes all you know, I'm thinkin', an' all you are. Women is pals with women, an' men is pals with men. It's only when men an' women gets ...
— This Is the End • Stella Benson
... Absorb the factious and the cold;— Absorb dull minds, who, in despair, The standard grasp of worldly care, Which none can quit who once adore— They love, confide, and hope no more; Seek not for truth, nor e'er aspire To nurse that immaterial fire, From whose most healthful warmth proceed Each real joy and generous deed; Which, once extinct, no toil or pain Can kindle into life again, To light the then unvarying eye, ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham
... barrier mount, the leafy mount, the inner mount, be dense with leafage; What e'er one wills, ...
— The Yotsuya Kwaidan or O'Iwa Inari - Tales of the Tokugawa, Volume 1 (of 2) • James S. De Benneville
... "Two skips an' er jump" to their destination. Washington's howls arouse the Overland camp. The colored boy suddenly disappears. The night vigil of the Overland Riders is ...
— Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders Among the Kentucky Mountaineers • Jessie Graham Flower
... roots exposed in midair." High-tide or low- tide, there is little difference in the water; the river, be it broad or narrow, deep or shallow, looks like a pathway of polished metal; for it is as heavy weighted with stinking mud as water e'er can be, ebb or flow, year out and year in. But the difference in the banks, though an unending alternation between two ...
— Travels in West Africa • Mary H. Kingsley
... to you, Ye prams and boats, which, o'er the wave, Were doom'd to waft to England's shore Our hero chiefs, our soldiers brave. To you, good gentlemen of Thames, Soon, soon our visit shall be paid, Soon, soon your merriment be o'er 'T is but ...
— Memoirs of the Court of St. Cloud, Complete - Being Secret Letters from a Gentleman at Paris to a Nobleman in London • Lewis Goldsmith
... for the house and the use of Carolina and three saddle-horses interest you, Mr. Farrel? From our conversation of this morning, I judge you have abandoned hope of redeeming the property, and during the year of the redemption period, six thousand dollars might—ah—er—" ...
— The Pride of Palomar • Peter B. Kyne
... loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor play by ...
— Little Women • Louisa May Alcott
... military duty this year, and did not think of asking for a leave of absence, as one or two of his less fortunate friends did, who were cast away in that tremendous storm which happened towards the close of November, that "which of late o'er pale Britannia past" (as Mr. Addison sang of it), and in which scores of our greatest ships and 15,000 of our seamen ...
— The History of Henry Esmond, Esq. • W. M. Thackeray
... men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their minds to some unmeaning task-work give, Dreaming of naught beyond their prison wall; And so, year after year, Fresh products of their barren labor fall From their tired hands, and rest Never yet comes more near. Gloom settles slowly down over their breast, ...
— Humanity in the City • E. H. Chapin
... one loves, excepting in extreme seclusion and privacy. If you meet your dearest chum who has just come out of the Transvaal War by the skin of his teeth, it is not permitted you to say more than: "Ah—er—how d'ye do. Got back, then, old man?" and at parting from one's nearest relative, perhaps for the remainder of his life, one must hide the grief that racks the heart, with an enquiry as to whether he has got a comfortable berth and ...
— At Love's Cost • Charles Garvice
... against you? I should have brought a dozen. Yet it was at me you struck. Whate'er they did ...
— The Wanderer's Necklace • H. Rider Haggard
... of the field is o'er, The trumpets sleep, and cannons cease to roar; When every dismal echo is decay'd, And all the thunder of the battle laid; Attend, auspicious prince, and let the Muse In humble accents milder thoughts infuse. Others, in bold prophetic ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
... were brave shall be braver—they shall love with a love more fair; They shall hear, o'er a worldwide battlefield, the Voice of their God in the air; They shall have the real saints for their comrades—Magdalene, Peter, and Paul; They shall fight unembittered, and never again ...
— New York Times Current History; The European War, Vol 2, No. 4, July, 1915 - April-September, 1915 • Various
... as the earth thy gospel stands, My Lord, my Hope, my Trust; If I am found in Jesus' hands, My soul can ne'er ...
— Mary S. Peake - The Colored Teacher at Fortress Monroe • Lewis C. Lockwood
... King Diderik, Deep musing thereupon; At length he cried: “Whate’er betide I’ll help thee, ...
— King Diderik - and the fight between the Lion and Dragon and other ballads - - - Translator: George Borrow • Thomas J. Wise
... frankly assured you, Mr. Stanton," he went on, "that I am not aware of having met you before the other night—Christmas Eve, I think it was—at the theatre with my very good friend Farnham. But you evidently wish me to see that you still firmly believe I am—er—mistaken. Am I not stating the case correctly? But it is certainly far from flattering to me that you should have almost completely forgotten me, to say ...
— The House by the Lock • C. N. Williamson
... Their forms revealed in the clear lake beneath, Which bears upon its breast a bark canoe, Cautiously guided by a sinewy arm. High in the heavens, three eagles proudly poise, Keeping their mountain eyrie still in view, Although their flight has borne them far away. Upon the cliff which beetles o'er the pool, Two Indians, peering from the brink, appear, Clad in the gaudy dress their nature craves— Robes of bright blue and scarlet, but which blend In happy union with the landscape round. Near by a wigwam stands—a fire within Sends out a ruddy glow—and from its roof, Cone-shaped, ...
— Oonomoo the Huron • Edward S. Ellis
... needn't bother to come over here," he stammered. "I-I shouldn't like to peck you. You-er-you seem to be a very ...
— The Tale of Turkey Proudfoot - Slumber-Town Tales • Arthur Scott Bailey
... no actual evidence that the forgery was made by the young man, although he—er—presented the checks, and pursued an unusual course. He took the amount in notes. The second amount he took partly in notes, and paid the rest into his account, which has since gone down to a few dollars. ...
— The Scarlet Feather • Houghton Townley
... the Beak on to 'em presently,' said Ike, darkly, 'if they come a-trying to lay claims on my Poll parrot. You just shut up, Urb. Now then, you four little gells, get out er this.' ...
— The Phoenix and the Carpet • E. Nesbit
... in vain beneath this lofty shade I danced awhile, frail plaything of the seas; Unfit to brave the ampler main with these; Yet, by the instinct which their souls obeyed, Less steadfast, o'er the trackless wave I strayed, And follow still their ...
— Personality in Literature • Rolfe Arnold Scott-James
... afraid detectives in real life don't wear false beards. It's a pretty mean occupation, I fancy. Do you seriously think you are—er—fitted for it?" ...
— The Net • Rex Beach
... another By some word or deed? Can I scatter blessings O'er a soul's sore need? If I can, then let me Now, within today, Help the one who needs ...
— The Lilac Lady • Ruth Alberta Brown
... royal maiden who reigned beyond the sea: From sunrise to the sundown no paragon had she. All boundless as her beauty was her strength was peerless too, And evil plight hung o'er the knight who dared her love to woo. For he must try three bouts with her; the whirling spear to fling; To pitch the massive stone; and then to follow with a spring; And should he beat in every feat his wooing well has sped, But ...
— The Travels of Marco Polo, Volume 2 • Marco Polo and Rustichello of Pisa
... wonder e'er beheld, Since ages hoar began, The angels saw the highest place Given to a ...
— Hymns from the Greek Office Books - Together with Centos and Suggestions • John Brownlie
... sputtered, plunging his head in again and again. "Fill 'er up once more!" he said, wiping off his face with a big red handkerchief. "Now, I shouldn't wonder if it would help ...
— Corporal Cameron • Ralph Connor
... [gh].—Dr. Todd, in his Apology for the Lollards, published by the Camden Society, alludes to the pronunciation of the old letter [gh] in various words, and remarks that "it has been altogether dropped in the modern spelling of [gh]er, 'earth,' fru[gh]t, 'fruit,' [gh]erle, 'earl,' abi[gh]d, 'abide.'" The Doctor is, however, mistaken; for I have heard the words "earl" and "earth" repeatedly pronounced, ...
— Notes and Queries, 1850.12.21 - A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, - Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc. • Various
... day you saw the maid, And woe's the song she sang the sea, In hell her long black hair she'll braid, For ne'er a soul ...
— Margarita's Soul - The Romantic Recollections of a Man of Fifty • Ingraham Lovell
... quivering o'er the topmast wave she rides, Whilst beneath the enormous gulf divides. Now launching headlong down the horrid vale, Becalmed, she hears no more the howling gale; Till up the dreadful height again she flies, Trembling beneath the current of ...
— In Eastern Seas - The Commission of H.M.S. 'Iron Duke,' flag-ship in China, 1878-83 • J. J. Smith
... pistol clenched in his failing hand, With the death mist spread o'er his fading eyes He saw the sun go down on the sand, And he ...
— The Red True Story Book • Various
... the 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 my stead. I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to let him lack ...
— The Ontario Readers: The High School Reader, 1886 • Ministry of Education
... too bad. He said slowly: " You see those mountains over there? Well, troops have been seen there and the captain of this battery thinks they are Turks. If they are Turks the road to Arta is distinctly-er-unsafe." ...
— Active Service • Stephen Crane
... their reception, and the howl of pain as they start upon the grand rush is in anticipation of the end. A raid can sometimes be brought to an end with a good stout club that will knock a dog senseless at each blow; but there is nothing like the ip-er-ow-ter, the Esquimau dog whip, to bring them to their senses. The ip-er-ow-ter has a handle made of wood, bone, or reindeer horn, about twelve or eighteen inches long, and a lash from eighteen to thirty ...
— Schwatka's Search • William H. Gilder
... deed. If there were any all-embracing harmony, one soul through all, he did not see it. Knowles—that old skeptic—believed in it, and called it Love. Even Goethe himself, what was it he said? "Der Allumfasser, der Allerhalter, fasst und erhaelt er nicht ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 51, January, 1862 • Various
... moan, ye dying gales! The saddest of your tales Is not so sad as life! Nor have you e'er began A theme so wild as man, Or with such ...
— Captain Brand of the "Centipede" • H. A. (Henry Augustus) Wise
... maddened him. He had played the part of an idiot, and all because there had been born within him a love of adventure and the big, free life of the open. No wonder some of his old club friends regarded him as a scapegrace and a ne'er-do-well. He had thrown away position, power, friends and home as carelessly as he might have tossed away the end of a cigar. And all—for this! He looked about his cramped quarters, a half sneer on his lips. He ...
— Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police • James Oliver Curwood
... infinitive of the first conjugation, and also the past participle. It answers to the French forms in -er and -e. As the first conjugation is a so-called "living" conjugation, it is the ...
— Frederic Mistral - Poet and Leader in Provence • Charles Alfred Downer
... the glen" they calls 'er, for she lives in the holler down there, a bit by on the town ...
— A Dozen Ways Of Love • Lily Dougall
... was winning garlands in the palaestra. But at that time the best master of rhetoric and argument was the best man, and my father, who himself could shine in the senate as an ardent and elegant orator, looked upon me as a half idiotic ne'er-do-weel, until one clay a learned client of our house presented him with a pebble on which was carved an epigram to this effect: 'He who would see the noblest gifts of the Greek race, should visit the house of Herophilus, for there he might admire strength and vigor of ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival; Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him! From a Tartar's skull they had stripp'd the flesh, As ye peel the fig when its fruit is fresh; And their ...
— Short Studies on Great Subjects • James Anthony Froude
... German plain Once my own, but ne'er again, Thou wilt be to mem'ry dear Till they place me on ...
— Roumania Past and Present • James Samuelson
... is a rider And broncos he breaks, But he's given up riding And all for my sake, For he found him a horse And it suited him so That he vowed he'd ne'er ...
— Arizona Nights • Stewart Edward White
... "It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister's—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation ...
— Anna the Adventuress • E. Phillips Oppenheim
... hero-blood e'er runs to waste, But springs eternal, Fountain pure and chaste, For cleansing of men's souls from earthly grime. Life knows no waste. The Reaper tolls in vain, In vain piles high his grim red harvesting,— His dread, red harvest of the slain! God's wondrous husbandry is oft obscure, But, without ...
— 'All's Well!' • John Oxenham
... in the texture fine That's woven through organic rock and grass, And that which thrills man's heart in every line, As o'er its web God's weaving ...
— Under the Trees and Elsewhere • Hamilton Wright Mabie
... knows most rhymes An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes: Knows 'bout Giunts, an' Griffuns, an' Elves, An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers therselves! An', wite by the pump in our pasture-lot, He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got, 'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can Turn into me, er 'Lizabuth Ann! Aint he a funny old Raggedy Man? ...
— Children's Literature - A Textbook of Sources for Teachers and Teacher-Training Classes • Charles Madison Curry
... MR. PENNE—Er—no—"his," if you please. It is the love scene in the garden. (Dictates.) "Rose from his knees where, blushing with youth's bewitching coyness, she had rested for a moment after Cortland had declared his love. The hour was ...
— Rolling Stones • O. Henry
... "Why—er—ginger pop! that's so, old hoss, what? Mebbe now the shoe's on the other foot, an' it's the blamed sloop that's got us held up. Would it be proper to set the bally boat afire and see all this hot stuff go up in ...
— Eagles of the Sky - With Jack Ralston Along the Air Lanes • Ambrose Newcomb
... he, "the wager is none of thine, and get thee gone, straightway, or, by all the saints of heaven, I'll baste thy sides until thou wilt ne'er be able to walk again." "Knowest thou not," said another, "that thou hast killed the King's deer, and, by the laws of our gracious lord and sovereign King Harry, thine ears should be shaven close ...
— The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood • Howard Pyle
... large paper down on the ground. That was to show them, he said, that the ground was to belong to the Indians and the white people to-geth-er. ...
— Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans • Edward Eggleston
... this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man?... Away, burn all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be ...
— British Socialism - An Examination of Its Doctrines, Policy, Aims and Practical Proposals • J. Ellis Barker
... "Where'er thou stand'st, I'll level at that place My gushing blood, and spout it at thy face; Thus not by marriage we our blood will join; Nay, more, my arms shall ...
— Among My Books - First Series • James Russell Lowell
... that most execrable of lady-killers, "can I trust you?—can you be my friend in spite of my having been such a very sad dog? But money—what can one do without money in this world? 'Had I a heart for falsehood framed, it would ne'er have injured you'—if I had not been so cursedly hard up! And indeed, now, if you would but condescend to forgive and forget, perhaps some day or other we may be Darby and Joan—only, you see, just at this moment I am really not worthy of such a Joan. You know, of course, that I ...
— What Will He Do With It, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... confidential maid, Bunny, to help us in our business, and I don't want to take a third party in at random. If you had a wife I could trust her. You could stay married as long as we needed her, and then, following the Newport plan, you could get rid of her and marry me later—that is—er—provided I was willing to marry you at all, and I am not so sure that I shall not be some day, when I ...
— Mrs. Raffles - Being the Adventures of an Amateur Crackswoman • John Kendrick Bangs
... speakest, Stands midst these ages as, on the wide ocean, The last spared fragment, of a spacious land, That in some grand and awful ministration Of mighty nature has engulfed been, Doth lift aloft its dark and rocky cliffs O'er the wild waste around, and sadly frowns In lonely majesty. CONSTANTINE PALEOLOGUS, ...
— Waverley Volume XII • Sir Walter Scott
... love thee as a sister loves a brother kind and dear, And feel a sister's thrilling pride whene'er thy praise I hear; And I have breathed a sister's prayer for thee at Mercy's throne, And ne'er a truer, purer love might sister's ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 444 - Volume 18, New Series, July 3, 1852 • Various
... complexion. So thin, so almost transparent was the skin, that the veins seemed hardly hidden, and a very slight emotion was sufficient to suffuse it with a tint that needed to fear no rivalry with the rose. No heaven could be bluer than the soft eyes that seemed "to love whate'er they looked upon," and whether dimmed with the tear of pity, or flashing with mirth, revealed a pure, but not a timid spirit. But among features which all were beautiful, if one could be called more beautiful than another, it was the mouth, and ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... and gone. We meet no more below, Short is the cheat of Fancy o'er the tomb. Oh! might I hope to equal bliss to go, To meet thee, angel, ...
— Memoir of Jane Austen • James Edward Austen-Leigh
... Willm Paint{er} confesseth that all those things that stande nowe charged upon Thearle of Warrewicke by the twoe bookes delivered by M{r.} Coniers and M{r.} Bartholme Vodoington were in truthe taken out of the Quenes stoare in the Towre of London and other places, ...
— The Palace of Pleasure, Volume 1 • William Painter
... eagerly the fiend O'er bog, or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or ...
— The Iliad of Homer (1873) • Homer
... "Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind ...
— Goldsmith - English Men of Letters Series • William Black
... wormed his swift way through the noisy multitudes upon the Bridge he several times said to himself—clinging to the thought as if it were a particularly pleasing one—"He grumbled, but he WENT—he went, yes, because he thought Miles Hendon asked it, sweet lad—he would ne'er have done it for another, I know ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... in the chiming hour Of goblets, after all, That thoughts of old Hellenic Power Upon the heart should fall. Go home—and ponder o'er the hoard When night makes silent earth: The Gods the Roman most adored, He worshipp'd at the hearth. Then, drink and swear by Greece, that there Though Rhenish Huns may hive, In Britain we the liberty She ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine—Vol. 54, No. 333, July 1843 • Various
... you true (whoe'er it may displease), He died of the Physician—a disease That long has reigned, and eager of renown, More than a plague depopulates the town. Inflamed with wine, and blasting at a breath, All its prescriptions are receipts for death. Millions of mischiefs by its rage ...
— The Dramatic Works of John Dryden Vol. I. - With a Life of the Author • Sir Walter Scott
... my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or ...
— Fletcher of Madeley • Brigadier Margaret Allen
... shall I cease to think of thee, On whose fair head the Golden Fleece Too soon, too soon, returns to Greece— Oh, why to Athens e'er depart? Come back, come back, and bring ...
— Robert Louis Stevenson, an Elegy; And Other Poems • Richard Le Gallienne
... wind All unseen gan passage find, That the shepherd, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alas, my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth is apt to pluck a sweet. [Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee;] Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for ...
— Pastoral Poetry and Pastoral Drama - A Literary Inquiry, with Special Reference to the Pre-Restoration - Stage in England • Walter W. Greg
... waved not through an Eastern sky, Beside a fount of Araby It was not fanned by southern breeze In some green isle of Indian seas, Nor did its graceful shadows sleep O'er stream of Africa, ...
— The Young Lady's Mentor - A Guide to the Formation of Character. In a Series of Letters to Her Unknown Friends • A Lady
... delicate matter, sir, and I didn't want anything to do with it, but we don't always have our own way, you know. Er—the editor ...
— The Colossus - A Novel • Opie Read
... world is short,— Long and various the report,— To love and be beloved: Men and gods have not outlearned it; And how oft soe'er they've turned it, 'Tis not ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. II, No. 8, June 1858 • Various
... make, especially married women. As much delicate management is required of them, they have as much financiering to do as any minister plenipotentiary of them all. Let a woman once have an object in view, and 'o'er bog, or steep, through strait, rough, dense or rare; with head, hands, or feet, she pursues her way, and swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies;' ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. II. July, 1862. No. 1. • Various
... "Well, er, since you put it to me that way, Ned, I guess, after all it must have been imagination. You see my brain was filled with all sorts of stuff, and when that gun went bang! it struck me I was being fired at, so I ducked ...
— Boy Scouts on Hudson Bay - The Disappearing Fleet • G. Harvey Ralphson
... not that I die unmov'd; I mourn the doom that sets me free, As I think, betroth'd—belov'd, On all the joys I lose in thee! To form my boys to meet the fray, Where'er the Gothic banner streams; To guard thy night, to glad thy day, Made all the bliss of AGNAR'S dreams— Dreams that must now be all forgot, Earth's joys have ...
— Antonina • Wilkie Collins
... moonlight's gleams O'er the sparkling waters pass, Who is sitting by the youth, Singing on the soft green grass? Shall the maiden tell her name, When though all unknown it be, Her heart is glowing with her shame, And her cheeks burn anxiously, First, let the youthful knight ...
— The Two Captains • Friedrich de La Motte-Fouque
... "Where'er I go I am alone Who once, through thee, had all the world. My breast is one whole raging pain For that which was, and now is flown Into the Blank where life is hurled Where all is not, nor ...
— The House on the Borderland • William Hope Hodgson
... my lonesome, I'm as apt as not to put the muzzle o' my gun in my mouth an' blow the top o' my head off—that's how I feel most o' the time. I tell you what you do, Dan: you jest put these here on me an' take me down to Garyville—er plumb on to Asheville—an' draw your money. That'll square up things fer you an' that pore ...
— Southern Lights and Shadows • Edited by William Dean Howells & Henry Mills Alden
... best of all you never slugged, lost your temper or did anything mean; Oh come thou mighty one, go not away, The team thou must not fail: Stay where thou art, please, Heffelfinger, stay, And still be true to Yale— Linger, yet linger, Heffelfinger, a truly civil engineer. His trust would ne'er surrender; unstrap thy trunks, Excuse this scalding tear. Still be Yale's best defender! Linger, oh, linger, Heffelfinger. Princeton and Harvard, there is cause to fear Will dance joy's double shuffle when of thy Western flight they ...
— Football Days - Memories of the Game and of the Men behind the Ball • William H. Edwards
... "Oh! er—I see! The fact is," the stranger went on, "I was passing here and noticed this outer door open, which seemed a little queer. I used to know the people who lived here—very well indeed—and I have been wondering whether the house was still in their possession. It seemed ...
— The Boarded-Up House • Augusta Huiell Seaman
... was very willing to watch the cakes, but he had far greater things to think about. How was he going to get his army to-geth-er again? And how was he going to drive the fierce Danes out of the land? He forgot his hunger; he forgot the cakes; he forgot that he was in the woodcutter's hut. His mind was busy making plans ...
— Fifty Famous Stories Retold • James Baldwin
... fair things, before whose might oppression quailed and hung its head, and in whose shadow peace and mercy rested. 'Twas long ago, but this good steel is bright and undimmed as ever. Ha! mark it, boy—those eyes o' thine shall ne'er behold its equal!" ...
— Beltane The Smith • Jeffery Farnol
... had a dying Fall. Oh, it came o'er my Ear like the sweet South, That breathes upon a Bank of Violets, Stealing and ...
— Preface to the Works of Shakespeare (1734) • Lewis Theobald
... demanded across the table, and Micky said, "Oh—er—yes, thanks," hurriedly. As long as the meal was unfinished Esther would have to stay in the room, he thought; she could not very well leave before; but in this he was mistaken, for Esther put her cup down almost at ...
— The Phantom Lover • Ruby M. Ayres
... like some folks I wouldn't want bitters—though made outer the simplest yarbs of the yearth, with jest enough sperrit to bring out the vartoos—ez Deacon Stoer's Balm 'er Gilead is—what yer meaning? Ef I was like some folks I could lie thar and smoke in the lap o' idleness—with fourteen beds in the house empty, and nary lodger for one of 'em. Ef I was that indifferent to havin' invested my fortin in the good ...
— Jeff Briggs's Love Story • Bret Harte
... the buzzing tram-car dips Adown Commercial Road, Till you may see the masts of ships, With all their canvas stowed, Stand o'er the house-tops, high Against blue sky; And thus Romance ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914 • Various
... gravely, "as we all seem in ignorance about the real meaning of this extraordinary word, you are wrong in condemning it as an insult. It may be—er—a ...
— Rossmoyne • Unknown
... balconies, what mean they with their tapestry so fine? And why are garlands wreathed around the arch of Constantine? What mean those banners streaming bright o'er tower and glittering dome, Ye ladies fair and gentlemen, that throng the streets ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 449 - Volume 18, New Series, August 7, 1852 • Various
... of Oliver having died, as before truthfully stated, first prophesying that his son would grow up a ne'er-do-well, this son took his new-found wife up to the Fen Country to live with his mother and sister. That he would be Lord Protector of the Farm seems quite the proper thing to say, but that he was dutiful, modest, teachable, ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 9 - Subtitle: Little Journeys to the Homes of Great Reformers • Elbert Hubbard
... servile imitating crew, What their vain blust'ring, and their empty noise, Ne'er seek: but still thy noble ends pursue, Unconquer'd by the rabble's venal voice. Still to the Muse thy studious mind apply, Happy in temper as ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell
... "I'm—er—afraid you don't quite understand, sir," mumbled the little solicitor, glancing uneasily over his shoulder. "If what Mr. Chase says is true, we've got a precious short time to live. Well, we've—we've concluded to get all we can out of the time ...
— The Man From Brodney's • George Barr McCutcheon
... with a mind Unaw'd, ungovern'd, unconfin'd; 100 Best humour'd man, worst politician, Most dangerous, desp'rate state physician; Thy manly character why stain 105 By canting, when 'tis all in vain? For thy tumultuous reign is o'er; THE PEOPLE'S ...
— No Abolition of Slavery - Or the Universal Empire of Love, A poem • James Boswell
... stands on yon plain, Right sore exposed to wind and rain; And on it the sun shines never at morn, Because it was built in the widow's corn; And its foundations can never be sure, Because it was built on the ruin of the poor. And or an age is come and gane, Or the trees o'er the chimly-taps grow green, We kinna wen where the ...
— Strange Pages from Family Papers • T. F. Thiselton Dyer
... joy is e'er our woe and shame, With hard persistence plays her mocking game; Bestowing favors all inconstantly, Kindly to others now, and now to me. With me, I praise her; if her wings she lift To leave me, I resign her every gift, And, cloaked about in my own virtue's pride, ...
— Horace and His Influence • Grant Showerman
... in Washington sent this thing down without any covering instructions, but it has to be opened in a hurry in a thin atmosphere. Er—I'd like you to stay on the intercom for a while in case it blows up in my face or something." He tried to laugh, but all that came ...
— Warning from the Stars • Ron Cocking
... it's I blarny'd Catty to the skies, and then egged her on, and aggravated her against the McBrides, till I left her as mad as e'er a one in Bedlam—up to any thing! And full tilt she's off to Flaherty's, the publican, in her blue jock—where she'll not be long afore she kicks up a quarrel, I'll engage; for she's sarching the house for Honor McBride, who is not in it—and giving bad language, I warrant, to ...
— Tales And Novels, Vol. 8 • Maria Edgeworth
... country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day!— A world is at our feet as ...
— Fair Italy, the Riviera and Monte Carlo • W. Cope Devereux
... my bat, I sell my ball, I sell my spinning-wheel and all; And I'll do all that e'er I can To follow the eyes ...
— Games For All Occasions • Mary E. Blain
... 'ere wot sore 'er fice to fice in the next street; an' followed 'er and 'eard the door go; an' w'en 'e come back wiv 'is pals, ...
— The Shadow of the Rope • E. W. Hornung
... looked even thinner, paler, and more eerie than she had in the yard. "Sit down," he said, motioning her to a bench. But he remained standing, his hands shoved far into the top of his wide, yellow, goatskin "chaps," his quid rolling from side to side. "W'y, I thought you 's a spook," he laughed, "er a will-o'-th'-wisp—one. Want a drink er somethin' to eat? Got lots o' nice coffee. Guess ...
— The Biography of a Prairie Girl • Eleanor Gates
... going over to salute Mr. Boffin. "'But in spite of all temptations to belong to other nations, I'm an Am- er-i-can,'" he sang, under his breath. Through the mysterious workings of some sixth sense, Mr. Boffin perceived approaching trouble ...
— Old Rose and Silver • Myrtle Reed
... of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; The first true ...
— English Literature, Considered as an Interpreter of English History - Designed as a Manual of Instruction • Henry Coppee
... (With much spirit and humour—lightly). This opens with a roguish and catching tune which is brilliantly worked out with much variety, droll humour, and masterly skill. The piece has, of course, an affinity with From Uncle Remus (Woodland Sketches, Op. 51), since Br'er Rabbit is Uncle Remus' chief hero; but the maturity and masterly handling of the material in Of Br'er Rabbit is unquestionably finer than anything in the earlier piece. MacDowell had much affection for his Br'er Rabbit creation, and it is certainly one of the most delightful of ...
— Edward MacDowell • John F. Porte
... and snowstorms girt around, Where fire and earthquake rend the shattered ground,— Here once o'er furthest ocean's icy path The Northmen fled a tyrant monarch's wrath: Here, cheered by song and story, dwelt they free, And held unscathed ...
— The Discovery of America Vol. 1 (of 2) - with some account of Ancient America and the Spanish Conquest • John Fiske
... on some silent shore Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er. ...
— Familiar Quotations • John Bartlett
... went walking, walking, M'en allant promener, Beside the fountain fair, Jai trouve l'eau si belle I found its waves so lovely, Que je m'y suis baigne. I stayed to bathe me there. Il y a longtemps que je 'Tis long and long I have t'aime, loved thee, Jamais je ne t'oublierai!" I'll ne'er forget ...
— Rosin the Beau • Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
... daughter when she married your father. Both her parents died, years ago. They only had a lease of the place they lived in, and I really cannot tell you anything whatever about them. There was a son, who would, I suppose, succeed to any property his father left; but he was a ne'er-do-well, and was seldom at home, and I have never seen ...
— At the Point of the Bayonet - A Tale of the Mahratta War • G. A. Henty
... on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. ...
— The Elson Readers, Book 5 • William H. Elson and Christine M. Keck
... Explanation of an antique Gem Cat-Pie Legend Authors The Critic The Dilettante and the Critic The Wrangler The Yelpers The Stork's Vocation Celebrity Playing at Priests Songs Poetry A Parable Should e'er the loveless day remain A Plan the Muses entertained The Death of the Fly By the River The Fox and Crane The Fox and Huntsman The Frogs The Wedding Burial Threatening Signs The Buyers The Mountain Village Symbols ...
— The Poems of Goethe • Goethe
... dumbly with the coverlet. Colonel Mant cleared his throat. The Efficient Baxter scowled. "Er—Freddie, my dear boy, I fear we ...
— Something New • Pelham Grenville Wodehouse
... And breathe o'er gentle hearts her worth. Needless the task: but should she see One hearty wish from you and me, A moment's pain it may assuage,— A rose-leaf ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 6, Issue 35, September, 1860 • Various
... bare wages and the munificent sum of 5 pounds to take him back to Cairo. On board there was a doctor and plenty of servants, and yet he abandons the man here on Mustapha's hands. I have brought Er-Rasheedee here (the sick man) as poor Mustapha is already overloaded with strangers. I am sorry the name of Yahoodee (Jew) should be made to stink yet more in the nostrils of the Arabs. I am very well, ...
— Letters from Egypt • Lucie Duff Gordon
... the town she troll'd by him; A lang half-mile she could descry him; Wi' kindly bleat, when she did spy him. She ran wi' speed; A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam' nigh him Than ...
— The Book of Household Management • Mrs. Isabella Beeton
... night-breeze!—not a lonely sound Steals through the silence of this dreary hour; O'er these high battlements Sleep reigns profound, And sheds on all, his sweet oblivious power. On all but me—I vainly ask his dews To steep in short forgetfulness my cares. Th' affrighted god still flies when Love pursues, Still—still denies the ...
— A Sicilian Romance • Ann Radcliffe
... those who frequent the markets, are choicest fruit to the walker. But it is remarkable that the wild apple, which I praise as so spirited and racy when eaten in the fields or woods, being brought into the house, has frequently a harsh and crabbed taste. The Saunter-er's Apple not even the saunterer can eat in the house. The palate rejects it there, as it does haws and acorns, and demands a tamed one; for there you miss the November air, which is the sauce it is to be eaten with. Accordingly, when Tityrus, seeing ...
— Wild Apples • Henry David Thoreau
... natives. Affairs were a chaos. The region, grown historic as the Transvaal, had been told to arrange its future as it would. The Orange Free State had been kicked outside the British line of empire, with a solatium in money, in the manner that an angry father bids adieu to a ne'er-do-well son. A white man in South Africa hardly knew what flag he was living under, or, indeed, if he could claim any. Panda, on the Zululand frontier, growled over his assegai and knobkerry. Moshesh, the Basuto, hung grimly on the face of Thaba Bosego, a Mountain of Night in very ...
— The Romance of a Pro-Consul - Being The Personal Life And Memoirs Of The Right Hon. Sir - George Grey, K.C.B. • James Milne
... dog hit upon a covey. I took a shot and was beginning to reload, when suddenly there was a loud crackling behind me, and a man on horseback came towards me, pushing the bushes apart with his hands. 'Sir... pe-ermit me to ask,' he began in a haughty voice, 'by what right you are—er—shooting here, sir?' The stranger spoke extraordinarily quickly, jerkily and condescendingly. I looked at his face; never in my life have I seen anything like it. Picture to yourselves, gentle readers, a little flaxen-haired man, with a little turn-up red nose and long red moustaches. ...
— A Sportsman's Sketches - Volume II • Ivan Turgenev
... she pondered the matter o'er, A fox came walking along the shore; With a pleasant smile he bowed his head, "Good-evening, Mrs. Goose!" he said. "Good-evening, Mr. Fox!" quoth she, Looking across at him tremblingly, And, fearing he had not had his tea, Pushed a ...
— St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, May, 1878, No. 7. - Scribner's Illustrated • Various
... "the leddy what come jest a dey or too before yoo saled? Well, shees heer yit and I like 'er best ov al. She ain't to say real lively, yoo no, but shese good compny, and ken talk good on most enny sub-jick, and she ain't abuv spending a 'our with old Debby now'n then either. She is thee wun what is riting ...
— All Aboard - A Story for Girls • Fannie E. Newberry
... For rest and peace he hankers, Amari aliquid His joys aesthetic cankers: Whate'er he sees, he knows He has to write upon it A paragraph of prose Or ...
— Lyra Frivola • A. D. Godley
... that will not die For lack of leafy screen; And Christian hope can cheer the eye That ne'er saw vernal green. Then be ye sure that love can bless Even in this crowded loneliness, Where ever-moving myriads seem to say, Go! thou art naught to us, nor we to ...
— Lucy Raymond - Or, The Children's Watchword • Agnes Maule Machar
... his mustache and essayed extenuation. "It was—er—unworthy of me, of course; foolish—pig-headed—tricky, I suppose. I got mad. I'd nothing to sell, and the declaration is a farce when they examine after it. So I left them to find what they chose. I'm terribly sorry, for you seem to hate it so. But it's an idiotic ...
— The Law-Breakers and Other Stories • Robert Grant
... of inhabitants. 2. Ex-cur'-sion, a pleasure trip. In'ci-dents, things that happen, events. 5. War'rant, to declare with assurance. 6. Cap-sized', upset. 7. Ven'er-a-ble, deserving of honor and respect. 8. ...
— McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... "They cut a chunk er beef and drop 't into a pot to bile, and bile her three days, and then don't have noth'n' else ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 10, No. 58, August, 1862 • Various |
