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More "E'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... village door, The oaks were shattered on the green; Woe was the hour, for nevermore That hapless Countess e'er was seen. ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... or no storm, Donald meant to go over the bay that evening to see Nancy Sherman. He was thinking of her as he played 'Annie Laurie,' for Nancy was more beautiful than the lady of the song. 'Her face, it is the fairest that e'er the sun shone on,' hummed Donald—and oh, he thought so, too! He did not know whether Nancy cared for him or not. He had many rivals. But he knew that if she would not come to be the mistress of his new house no one else ever should. So he ...
— The Story Girl • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... one long term, or e'er her trial came, Here Brownrigg lingered ... Dost thou ask her crime? She whipped two female 'prentices to death, And hid ...
— Collections and Recollections • George William Erskine Russell
... neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share In all the famous bubbles that amuse John Bull. A tunnel underneath the sea, from Calais straight to Dover, sir, That qualmish folks may cross by land from shore to shore, With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come over, sir, Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous bore. Amongst the many scheming folks, I take it he's no ninny, sir, Who bargains with the Ashantees to fish the coast of Guinea, sir; For, secretly, 'tis known, that ...
— The English Spy • Bernard Blackmantle
... he done, had he e'er hugged th' ocean With swimming Drake or famous Magelan, And kiss'd that unturn'd cheeke of our old mother, Since so our Europe's world he ...
— In a Green Shade - A Country Commentary • Maurice Hewlett
... space with backward step I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one, Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech. When him in that great desert I espied, "Have mercy on me!" cried I out aloud, "Spirit! or living man! what e'er thou be!" ...
— The Vision of Hell, Part 1, Illustrated by Gustave Dore - The Inferno • Dante Alighieri, Translated By The Rev. H. F. Cary
... Should he e'er be inclined his Tutors and Deans to look with contempt upon (Observing the maxims of Raleigh and Drake, who never thought much of a Don), Let him think there are things in the nautical line that even a Don can ...
— Lyra Frivola • A. D. Godley
... each day, like some celeschil mill, E'er since I met that shyin' little peach. 'Er bonzer voice! I 'ear its music still, As when she guv that promise fer the beach. An', square an' all, no matter 'ow yeh start, The commin end ...
— The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke • C. J. Dennis
... thee. Ay, if it be love to live whole nights on the memory of a glance,—on a smile,—on the indelible impress of thy form. Here,—here! But no living thing that I have loved;—no being that e'er looked on me with kindliness and favour, that has not been marked out for destruction. Oh, that those eyes had ne'er looked upon me! Thou wert happy, and I have lingered on thy footstep till I have dragged thee to the same gulph where all hope—all joy that e'er stole in ...
— Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2) • John Roby
... gives its cheer to midnight and to me. And now with noiseless step sweet Memory comes, And leads me gently through her twilight realms. What poet's tuneful lyre has ever sung, Or delicatest pencil e'er portrayed The enchanted, shadowy land where Memory dwells? It has its valleys, cheerless, lone, and drear, Dark-shaded by the lonely cypress tree. And yet its sunlit mountain tops are bathed In heaven's own blue. Upon its craggy cliffs, Robed in the dreamy ...
— From Canal Boy to President - Or The Boyhood and Manhood of James A. Garfield • Horatio Alger, Jr.
... be very apt to not get e'er a chuck or a chucken off of me—not the feather of a one," said Mrs. M'Gurk, resentfully, "plenty of other things I have to do besides wastin' me time waitin' for people that don't know their own minds from one minyit to the next, and makin' a fool of meself star-gazin' ...
— Strangers at Lisconnel • Barlow Jane
... Ah, gentlest word E'er breathed in human ear! "I am thy Savior and thy Lord; Dear child, ...
— The Mountain Spring And Other Poems • Nannie R. Glass
... anything with your cowardly nature and lying tongue; but prove that you were not the man who came in the dead of night and poisoned the drink waiting for me, which was taken by my nurse. You can prove—yes, as God is my judge, you shall prove it, in the prisoner's dock, e'er you ...
— Madame Midas • Fergus Hume
... love shall come like visitant of air, Safe in secret power from lurking human snare; What loves me no word of mine shall e'er betray, Though for faith unstained my life must ...
— The Three Brontes • May Sinclair
... oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted 15 By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted ...
— Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... support; nor firmest hope Can dissipate the dread of cold neglect; Yet I, strange fate! though jealous, though disdained, Absent, and sure of cold neglect, still live. And amidst the various torments I endure, No ray of hope e'er darted on my soul, Nor would I hope; rather in deep despair Will I sit down, and, brooding o'er my griefs, Vow everlasting absence ...
— Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... pretending Love is immortal, pipe the truth! Empty your books of lies, the ending Of no passion can be—Youth. "Heaven," you breathe, "will join the broken?" Come, was the Infinite e'er wed, That He must evermore be ...
— Many Gods • Cale Young Rice
... indeed is ratified: Yet faithful ears have heard this offer made, And weighty was the conference that ensued, And long, not dubious; for what mortal e'er Refused alliance with illustrious power? Though some have given its enjoyments up, Tired and enfeebled by satiety. His friends and partisans, 'twas his pretence, Should pass uninterrupted; hence his camp Is open every day to enemies. ...
— Count Julian • Walter Savage Landor
... in doubt and fear, Dost watch, with straining eyes, the fated boy— The loved of heaven! come like a stranger near, And clasp young Moses with maternal joy; Nor fear the speechless transport and the tear Will e'er betray thy fond and hidden claim, For Iphis knows not yet ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... roe-like maidens with breasts high raised * And with charms of the straightest stature bedight: Their eyes prey on the lion, the Desert's lord. * And sicken the prostrate love- felled plight: Whomso their glances shall thrust and pierce * Naught e'er availeth mediciner's might: Here Al-Hayfa scion of noble sire * E'en craven and sinner doth fain invite; And here for the drunken wight there abide * Five pardons[FN198] and bittocks of bread to bite. My desire is the maiden ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 5 • Richard F. Burton
... nor hell shall e'er remove His favorites from his breast; Safe on the bosom of his love Shall they for ...
— Mary S. Peake - The Colored Teacher at Fortress Monroe • Lewis C. Lockwood
... the Hero cried, 'That e'er to chase or battle more These limbs the sacred steed bestride That once my Maker's image bore; If not a boon allow'd to thee, Thy Lord and mine its Master be, My tribute to the King, From whom I hold, as fiefs, since birth, Honor, renown, the goods of earth, ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... with curse be fraught, In which thy heart I sought, If I, in love bestowing, Instead of gladness knowing, A bitter grief have bought: "My soul that hour e'er blesses," A rosy mouth confesses, "Thy love is all I crave, Then heav'n itself I ...
— Contemporary American Composers • Rupert Hughes
... as e'er from faeryland Came to us straight with favour in his eyes, Of wondrous seed that led him to the prize Of fancy, with the magic rod in hand. Ah, there in faeryland we saw him stand, As for a while he walked with smiles and ...
— Robert Louis Stevenson - a Record, an Estimate, and a Memorial • Alexander H. Japp
... hundred gross of long tagged laces, to fill up the vacancies of his time, which he had learned to do for that purpose, since he had been in prison. There, also, I surveyed his library, the least, but yet the best that e'er I saw—the Bible and the Book of Martyrs.[245] And during his imprisonment (since I have spoken of his library), he writ several excellent and useful treatises, particularly The Holy City, Christian ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... of Franklin and of Penn, Of Fox and Scott, all worthy men. The Lives of Pope, of Young and Prior, Of Milton, Addison, and Dyer; Of Doddridge, Fenelon and Gray, Armstrong, Akenside, and Gay. The Life of Burroughs, too, I've read, As big a rogue as e'er was made; And Tufts, who, I will be civil, Was worse than an incarnate devil. —Written by ...
— Whittier-land - A Handbook of North Essex • Samuel T. Pickard
... Jose-Don, of course,— A true Hidalgo, free from every stain Of Moor or Hebrew blood, he traced his source Through the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain; A better cavalier ne'er mounted horse, Or, being mounted, e'er got down again, Than Jose, who begot our hero, who Begot—but that's to come——Well, ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 6 • Lord Byron
... are joined in heart and hand, A gallant and courageous band, If e'er a foe dares look awry, We'll one and all poke out ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er — For the Sons of God upturned the sod And ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... battle's angry daughters. Allfather for the fight prepares; Allfather Assembles us with murky wink: I saw him, The mighty Thor; wroth was he, and his hammer Was in his hand. He stood by Gevar's dwelling: He spoke to me, and soon as e'er I answer'd He vanished, thundering in the eastern heavens. It is not sport, nor any childish quarrel, Be ye assured, makes Thor descend ...
— The Death of Balder • Johannes Ewald
... cruel, go To her who has inflam'd your Heart, but know, That now Melissa (justly enrag'd) Will soon raise all th' Infernal Monsters up, All ugly Harpies shall approach, Cerberus and Furies, Fire and Flames appear. And e'er you close my Rival in your Arms, Replete with Anguish I shall ...
— Amadigi di Gaula - Amadis of Gaul • Nicola Francesco Haym
... the sand lies white upon the shore, And little velvet-fingered breezes blow, Dear sea, thy world-old wonder-song once more Sing to us e'er we go. ...
— The Miracle and Other Poems • Virna Sheard
... this unlucky womb! Alas the breasts that suckled thee! I would ha' laid thee in thy tomb Or e'er that witch had wived ...
— Margarita's Soul - The Romantic Recollections of a Man of Fifty • Ingraham Lovell
... me and shut the door! And I went wandering alone again— So lonely—O so very lonely then, I thought no little sallow star, alone In all a world of twilight, e'er had known Such utter loneliness. But that I wore Above my heart that gleaming tress of hair To lighten up the night of my despair, I think I might have groped into my grave Nor cared to wave The ferns above it with a breath of prayer. And ...
— Riley Love-Lyrics • James Whitcomb Riley
... small nest with much labor and pain. I'm a poor singing gentleman, Sirs, it is true, Though cockneys do often mistake me for you; But I keep Mrs. Blackbird, and four little eggs, And neither e'er pilfers, or borrows, or begs. Now have I not right on my side, do you see?" But they flew at and pecked him all down ...
— The Adventures of A Brownie - As Told to My Child by Miss Mulock • Miss Mulock
... forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ...
— Some Private Views • James Payn
... souls, Whose spirits bend when it controls,— Whose lives run on in one dull same, Plain honesty their highest aim. With him it merely can repress— Tailor o'er-cow'd—the pomp of dress; His spirit, unrepressed, can soar High as e'er folly rose before; Can fly pale study, learn'd debate, And ape proud fashion's idle state: Yet fails in that engaging grace That lights the practised courtier's face. His weak affected air we mark, And, smiling, view the would-be spark; Complete ...
— My Schools and Schoolmasters - or The Story of my Education. • Hugh Miller
... mind; 'The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth and in thy heart.' I had such a view of the willingness of Christ to save by faith as I never had before. Notwithstanding, I think, if I had been better acquainted with the way of salvation, I should e'er now have been able to claim the blessing through the merits of Christ. But it is so simple I overlooked it; and thought myself wiser than I was. Now I begin to see with the Psalmist how ignorant I am, even 'as a beast' before the ...
— Religion in Earnest - A Memorial of Mrs. Mary Lyth, of York • John Lyth
... true men to extinguish their lights, that thieves and robbers may work their deeds in darkness!—Ay, the curfew;—Reginald Front-de-Boeuf and Philip de Malvoisin know the use of the curfew as well as William the Bastard himself, or e'er a Norman adventurer that fought at Hastings. I shall hear, I guess, that my property has been swept off to save from starving the hungry banditti, whom they cannot support but by theft and robbery. My faithful slave ...
— Ivanhoe - A Romance • Walter Scott
... under the sky there is not for me, A kindred soul or sympathy, Must I stand alone in Life's busy crowd A living heart in a death-like shroud, And the voice of my wailing o'er sand and stone, Must it die on the waves as they e'er roll on." ...
— Honor Edgeworth • Vera
... adoration now Upon the barren sands they bow. What tongue of joy e'er woke such prayer As bursts in desolation there? What arm of strength e'er wrought such power As waits to crown that feeble hour? When into life an infant empire springs, There falls the iron from the soul, There Liberty's young accents roll Up to ...
— Ten Great Events in History • James Johonnot
... What are you spinning? Seven hanks of yellow flax Into snow-white linen. What will you do with it Then, toad, pray? Make shifts for seven brides Against their wedding-day. Suppose e'er a one of them Refuses to be wed? Then she shall not see the jewel I wear in ...
— Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard • Eleanor Farjeon
... with thee, To the most woeful end e'er mother kneel'd: If thou dishonour thus thy husband's bed, Be thy life short as are the ...
— The White Devil • John Webster
... lagg'd behind; She reason'd, without plodding long, Nor ever gave her judgment wrong. But now a sudden change was wrought; She minds no longer what he taught. Cadenus was amazed to find Such marks of a distracted mind: For, though she seem'd to listen more To all he spoke, than e'er before, He found her thoughts would absent range, Yet guess'd not whence could spring the change. And first he modestly conjectures His pupil might be tired with lectures; Which help'd to mortify his pride, Yet gave him not the heart to chide: ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... June, Friday 1804 Set out early and had not proceeded far e'er we wheeled on a Sawyer which was near injuring us Verry much, passed a plain on the L. S. a Small Isd. in the midle the river riseing, water verry Swift Passed a Creek on the L. S. passed between ...
— The Journals of Lewis and Clark • Meriwether Lewis et al
... to make a British seaman," he growled—"guts and gumption. Maybe you've got both, as your father had afoor you. We're like to see e'er the day's out." ...
— The Gentleman - A Romance of the Sea • Alfred Ollivant
... Through all the years of this life, to lead, From joy to joy; for she can so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, * * * * * Nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... god of my fainting soul! In dreams thou comest to me; And, dreaming, I play with the lotus bowl, And sing old songs to thee; And hear from afar the Memnonian strain, And calls from dear Simbel; And wake to a passion of grief and pain That e'er ...
— Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ • Lew Wallace
... if you did e'er in earnest Seek some virginal innocence to cherish, Touch not lewdly the mistress ...
— The Poems and Fragments of Catullus • Catullus
... say that none e'er saw an eyrie, or nest of sakers; if you'll believe me, I saw no less than eleven, and I'm sure ...
— Gargantua and Pantagruel, Complete. • Francois Rabelais
... If e'er in social jars you join, Seek this, and let them cease: Let all your quarrels end in smoke, And ...
— Tobacco; Its History, Varieties, Culture, Manufacture and Commerce • E. R. Billings
... the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay: 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone that fades so fast; But the tender bloom of heart is gone e'er youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess: The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shivered ...
— Lady Byron Vindicated • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... Cassandra not. Me, only me, thou lovest, Unworthy of thy love. Thou hast no blame, Save that thou art my husband, in the world! Of trustful sleep, to death's arms by my hand? And where then shall I hide me? O perfidy! Can I e'er hope for peace? O woful life— Life of remorse, of madness, and of tears! How shall Aegisthus, even Aegisthus, dare To rest beside the parricidal wife Upon her murder-stained marriage-bed, Nor tremble for himself? Away, away,— Hence, horrible instrument of all my guilt And harm, ...
— Modern Italian Poets • W. D. Howells
... Author of my Shame; who has expos'd me under a Gibbet, in the Publick Market-Place—Oh!—I am deaf to all Reason, blind to natural Affection. I renounce her, I hate her as my mortal Foe, my Stop to Glory, and the Finisher of my Days, e'er half my Race ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume V • Aphra Behn
... be full of wealth and my wealth I ne'er bestow, * A palsy take my hand and my foot ne'er rise again! Show my niggard who by niggardise e'er rose to high degree, * Or the ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... the saddest thing, When friendship proves unfit, For lots of sadness it will bring, When e'er you ...
— Turn About Eleanor • Ethel M. Kelley
... unto the tree: Cold winter comes; it falls; let be! So I for thee will pine. My fate pursues me to the tomb. Thou fliest? Even in its gloom Thou art not free. What follows in thy steps? Thy shade? Ah, no! my soul in pain, sweet maid, E'er watches thee. ...
— Prince Zilah, Complete • Jules Claretie
... hands hath bound her, Not a chain hath e'er been round her; Silver star hath sealed her brow, Holy as ...
— Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse • Richard Doddridge Blackmore
... to moan, In sorrow deep and sad, Like a camel all alone, Departing to Baghdad; My soul I beg you tell me whether, Once parted friends e'er met together? ...
— The Women of the Arabs • Henry Harris Jessup
... can," said the widow; "betther bail than e'er a Lynch or Daly—not but what the Dalys is respictable—betther bail, any way, than e'er a Lynch in Galway could show, either for sessions or 'sizes, by night or by ...
— The Kellys and the O'Kellys • Anthony Trollope
... 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, ...
— Horace and His Influence • Grant Showerman
... driv'n From Trojan Shores, the Fugitive of Heav'n, Came to th' Italian and Lavinian Coast; Much o'er the Earth was He, and Ocean tost, By Heavenly Powers, and Juno's lasting Rage; Much too He bore, long Wars compell'd to wage; E'er He the Town could raise, and of his Gods, In Latium settle the secure Abodes; Whence in a long Descent the Latins come, The Albine Fathers, and ...
— Letters Concerning Poetical Translations - And Virgil's and Milton's Arts of Verse, &c. • William Benson
... shouts of victory for laurels won Give place to grief for Lawrence, Valor's son. The warrior who was e'er his country's pride Has for that country bravely, ...
— The Mentor: The War of 1812 - Volume 4, Number 3, Serial Number 103; 15 March, 1916. • Albert Bushnell Hart
... loss in our vast body shews So small, that half have never heard the news; Fame's out of breath e'er she can fly so far To tell 'em all that you have ...
— Among My Books - First Series • James Russell Lowell
... maiden - prithee, tell me true (Hey, but I'm doleful, willow, willow waly!) Have you e'er a lover a-dangling after you? Hey, willow waly O! I would fain discover If you have a lover? ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... trips, as o'er her arm she slings Her cleanly pail, some favorite lay she sings As sweetly wild, and cheerful, as the horn. O happy girl! may never faithless love, Or fancied splendor, lead thy steps astray; No cares becloud the sunshine of thy day, Nor want e'er urge thee from thy cot to rove. What tho' thy station dooms thee to be poor, And by the hard-earn'd morsel thou art fed; Yet sweet content bedecks thy lowly bed, And health and peace sit smiling at thy door: Of ...
— Poetic Sketches • Thomas Gent
... to him the youthful knight, No truer e'er was seen; He built her a grave in the church, and gave The ...
— The Return of the Dead - and Other Ballads • Thomas J. Wise
... when Heaven's high dome Woke in my soul a wondrous thrill— When every leaf in Nature's tome Bespoke Creation's marvels still; When morn unclosed her rosy bars, Woke joys intense; but naught e'er bade My soul leap up like ye bright ...
— The Story of a Summer - Or, Journal Leaves from Chappaqua • Cecilia Cleveland
... your threats shall take me from the king!— Nor questioning my counsels and commands, How with the honour of the state it stands; That I lost Rhe and with such loss of men, As scarcely time can e'er repair again; Shall aught affright me; or the care to see The narrow seas from Dunkirk clear and free; Or that you can enforce the king believe, I from the pirates a third share receive; Or that I correspond with foreign states (Whether the king's foes or confederates) ...
— Curiosities of Literature, Vol. II (of 3) - Edited, With Memoir And Notes, By His Son, The Earl Of Beaconsfield • Isaac D'Israeli
... die we'll go to Benton, Whup! Whoo, haw! The greatest man that e'er land saw, Gee! Who this little airth was sent on Whup! Whoo, haw! To tell a 'hawk from ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume V. (of X.) • Various
... hapless thraldom of disastrous love. Full well he knew some idol's musky hair, Had to his youthful heart become a snare, But still unnoted was the gushing tear, Till haply he had gained his private ear:— "In ancient times, no hero known to fame, Not dead to glory e'er indulged the flame; Though beauty's smiles might charm a fleeting hour, The heart, unsway'd, repelled their lasting power. A warrior Chief to trembling love a prey? What! weep for woman one inglorious day? Canst thou for love's effeminate control, Barter the glory of a warrior's soul? ...
— Persian Literature, Volume 1,Comprising The Shah Nameh, The - Rubaiyat, The Divan, and The Gulistan • Anonymous
... Encircling with its silvery bands, She binds together many lands. To cure disease dame Nature brings Her remedy in mineral springs; Water without, water within, Equally good for stout or thin; And more than man can e'er devise Invigorates and purifies. Travel the world from end to end, You ne'er will ...
— Intestinal Ills • Alcinous Burton Jamison
... how can a modest young man E'er hope for the smallest progression,— The profession's already so full Of ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume IV. (of X.) • Various
... heads, things dumb, things loquacious, Things with tails, and things tail-less, things tame, and things pugnacious; Rats, lions, curs, geese, pigeons, toadies and donkeys, Bears, dormice, and snakes, tigers, jackals, and monkeys: In short, a collection so curious, that no man E'er since could with NOAH compare as a show-man At length, JOHNNY BULL, with that clever fat head of his, Design'd a much stranger and comical edifice, To be call'd his "NEW HOUSE"—a queer sort of menagerie To hold all his beasts—with an eye to the Treasury. Into this he has cramm'd such ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. ...
— On The Art of Reading • Arthur Quiller-Couch
... tender steps he trod, To see if he could spy The man that did him so molest; Which he with heavy eye Had soon beheld, and said, Alas! my own sweetheart, I now do doubt, if e'er we buss, It must be ...
— The Sources and Analogues of 'A Midsummer-night's Dream' • Compiled by Frank Sidgwick
... of mettle—Ah! my friend, Such passion smolders in his breast That when awakened it will send A thrill of rapture wilder than E'er palpitated heart of man When flaming at its mightiest. And there's a fierceness in his ire— A maddened majesty that leaps Along his veins in blood of fire, Until the path his vision sweeps Spins out behind him like a thread Unraveled from the reel of time, As, wheeling on ...
— The Complete Works • James Whitcomb Riley
... mar our skill, fam'd Linois, thou hast found A certain way,—by fighting ships on ground; Fix deep in sand thy centre, van, and rear, Nor e'er St. Vincent, Duncan, Nelson, fear. While, o'er the main, Britannia's thunder rolls, She leaves to thee ...
— Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez, Vol. I • Sir John Ross
... the garden and the rural seat Preside, which shining through the cheerful land In countless numbers blest Britannia sees; O, lead me to the wide-extended walks, The fair majestic paradise of Stowe! Not Persian Cyrus on Ionia's shore E'er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art By genius fired, such ardent genius tamed By cool judicious art, that in the strife All-beauteous ...
— Flowers and Flower-Gardens • David Lester Richardson
... them the 'Vanguard' leads, but with a sudden tack The Spaniards double swiftly on their trail; Now Jervis overshoots his mark, like some too eager pack, He will not overtake them, haste he e'er so greatly back, But Nelson and the 'Captain' ...
— In Flanders Fields and Other Poems - With an Essay in Character, by Sir Andrew Macphail • John McCrae
... song I e'er had wrought, Still have I loved and laughed and fought; So let them pass, these songs of mine; I sting too ...
— Dreams and Dust • Don Marquis
... lovely e'er his race be run, Along Morea's hills, the setting sun Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light. O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave that trembles as it flows. On old Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness ...
— The Life of Lord Byron • John Galt
... lord and vassal dear Thou dost incline a pitying ear To fellow-men in pain; And be he wounded, sick, or broke, No brother knight doth e'er invoke ...
— Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions - Vol. I • Slason Thompson
... Virtue to advance To all the joys this island could afford, The greatest mistress, and the kindest lord; Who with the royal mix'd her noble blood, And in high grace with Gloriana[2] stood; 20 Her bounty, sweetness, beauty, goodness, such, That none e'er thought her happiness too much; So well-inclined her favours to confer, And kind to all, as Heaven had been to her! The virgin's part, the mother, and the wife, So well she acted in this span of life, That though few years ...
— Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham • Edmund Waller; John Denham
... the south and west, but ranging on the other sides up into the lofty summits which bar the route into Gurais and the Tilail. The mountain chain is not really continuous, the river Pohru, which drains the valley, finding outlet to the west e'er it bends sharply to the south and enters the Wular ...
— A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil • T. R. Swinburne
... other. "Well, we'll talk more about that just now. Deborah, ye see, is widow Cartwright's wench; and a good wench she is too, as e'er clapped clog on a foot. She comes in each morn, and sees as fire's all right, and fills kettle for my breakfast. Then at noon she comes in again to see as all's right. And after mill's loosed, she just looks in and sets all straight. ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... will never show himself, Who could not with his beams e'er melt me so; My dripping locks,—they would become an elf, Who in a beaded ...
— The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics • Various
... knelt down beside the maid And on her breast a hand unfelt he laid, And drew the gown from off her dainty feet, And set his fair cheek to her shoulder sweet, And kissed her lips that knew of no love yet, And wondered if his heart would e'er forget The perfect arm that ...
— The Earthly Paradise - A Poem • William Morris
... don't want none to tell me that, squoire. Tho', squoire, it's better to me nor a ten pun' note to hear you say so. I allays had a leaning to you, squoire; but I'll more nor lean to you, now. I've said all through she was good, and if e'er a man in Bungay said she warn't—; well, I ...
— The Way We Live Now • Anthony Trollope
... so," answered Lord Stafford with a proud look. "She hath spirit and courage to a rare degree in a maid. I know no lad of her age that can equal her in hunting or hawking. No tercelet for her, but the fiercest goshawk that e'er seized ...
— In Doublet and Hose - A Story for Girls • Lucy Foster Madison
... reached his listening ear e'er, senseless, Majnun fell as one by lightning struck. A short time, fainting, thus he lay; recovered, then he raised his head to heaven and thus exclaimed: "O merciless! what fate severe is this on one so helpless? Why such wrath? Why blast ...
— Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers • W. A. Clouston
... is a man to live meanwhile. And suppose we were to make shift for a month or five weeks, and have all our money coming, and have no tommy out of the shop, what would the butty say to me? He would say, 'do you want e'er a note this time' and if I was to say 'no,' then he would say, 'you've no call to go down to work any more here.' And that's ...
— Sybil - or the Two Nations • Benjamin Disraeli
... thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart. But these thou must renounce, if lust of wealth E'er win its way to thy corrupted heart; For ah! it poisons like a scorpion's dart; Prompting the ungenerous wish, the selfish scheme, The stern resolve, unmoved by pity's smart, The troublous day, and long distressful dream. Return, my roving Muse! ...
— The Minstrel; or the Progress of Genius - with some other poems • James Beattie
... the stage! to whom both Players and Plays Must sue alike for pardon or for praise, Whose judging voice and eye alone direct The boundless power to cherish or reject; If e'er frivolity has led to fame, And made us blush that you forbore to blame— If e'er the sinking stage could condescend To soothe the sickly taste it dare not mend— All past reproach may present scenes refute, 60 And censure, wisely loud, be justly mute![42] Oh! since your fiat stamps ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7) • Lord Byron
... it was one of them police. They do be coming here a'most every day, till one's heart faints at seeing 'em. I'd go away if I'd e'er a place to ...
— The Vicar of Bullhampton • Anthony Trollope
... politic brightly breaks But storms, by Jove engendered, may e'er Night Enfolds her sable mantle for repose, Wither the budding dreams that fill our breasts, And deep within the cave of darkness cast Ambitions holy which now swell ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
... man at rest, As e'er God with His image blest; The friend of man, the friend of truth, The guide of age, the guide of youth. Few hearts like his in virtue warmed; Few heads with knowledge so informed:— If there be ...
— Adventures and Recollections • Bill o'th' Hoylus End
... him to his foes: Oh, deed of deathless shame! I charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet With one of Assynt's name, Be it upon the mountain side, Or yet within the glen, Stand he in martial gear alone, Or backed by armed men; Face him as thou wouldst face a man That wronged thy sire's renown; Remember of what blood ...
— A Book For The Young • Sarah French
... harsh exacting lord was he, To grasp more than his folks could give; But, mild howe'er a king may be, His majesty, you know, must live; And no man e'er a bumper filled, Until the jovial prince had swilled His share! Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! The ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 458 - Volume 18, New Series, October 9, 1852 • Various
... to squander e'er Have Norsemen bold, He came self-bidden 'mongst us here," Thus Carl was told; "If we can drive him back agen, We now must try!" And it was Peter Colbiornsen Made that reply. Thus for Norroway fight ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... to wash the dishes, And also dry them, too. It makes your paws so soft and white, I really think—don't you? Some folks are awful fussy, When e'er they dust or sweep. They'd rather pile the dirt all up ...
— Buddy And Brighteyes Pigg - Bed Time Stories • Howard R. Garis
... Jesus, can it be? Wait we till all things go from us or e'er we go to thee? Ay, sooth! We feel such strength in weal, thy love may seem withstood: But what are we in agony? Dumb, ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 5, March, 1858 • Various
... rein, For the good steed, his labors o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more; Then, touched with pity and remorse, He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse. 'I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, ...
— The Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... of old, As the Queen of our festival meeting; Now Chloe is lifeless and cold; You must go to the grave for her greeting. Her beauty and talents were framed To enkindle the proudest to win her; Then let not the mem'ry be blamed Of the purest that e'er was a sinner!' ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... the Sea-boy's head, He, who can save or can destroy, Snatch'd up to Heav'n the purest soul That e'er adorn'd a ...
— The Olden Time Series, Vol. 6: Literary Curiosities - Gleanings Chiefly from Old Newspapers of Boston and Salem, Massachusetts • Henry M. Brooks
... heavens, if within your blue, Old God is still alive and mighty, Unseen by me alone, ye pray For me and for my doom e'er bleeding! My lips no more are fraught with hymns, No brawn in arm, no hope in heart.... How ...
— The Shield • Various
... I know will soon be wearie Of any book, how grave so e'er it be, Except it have odd matter, strange and merrie, Well sauc'd with lies and glared all ...
— Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists • Washington Irving
... 'tis but a moment's pause E'er on that dim and distant shore, The heroes of thy Fallen Cause Will meet again to part no more To the sound of muffled drum. To the sound of ...
— Poems for Pale People - A Volume of Verse • Edwin C. Ranck
... designed your lordling's slave, By nature's law designed; Why was an independent wish E'er planted in ...
— The Condition, Elevation, Emigration, and Destiny of the Colored People of the United States • Martin R. Delany
... some sic fremit soun'," said old Elspie, rather scornfully. "I ken it was no sae far frae muggins [mugwort]. Mrs Sophy, my dear, ha'e ye e'er suppit muggins in May? 'Tis the finest thing going for keeping a lassie in gude health, and it suld be drinkit in the spring. Atweel, what's her name wi' ...
— Out in the Forty-Five - Duncan Keith's Vow • Emily Sarah Holt
... Champion's Belt is ready to resign; Nor may his foe the final fall decline. So "Greek meets Greek" in wrestling rig once more. Not AJAX or ULYSSES sly of yore, Nor modern STEAD MAN, JAMESON, or WEIGHT, Was e'er more eager for the sinewy fight. Much time is spent in "getting into grips." Mark how each wrestler crouches, feints, and slips! Mark how they circle round and round the ring, Like wary "pug," like tiger on the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 102, June 25, 1892 • Various
... "Well, we'll talk more about that just now. Deborah, ye see, is widow Cartwright's wench; and a good wench she is too, as e'er clapped clog on a foot. She comes in each morn, and sees as fire's all right, and fills kettle for my breakfast. Then at noon she comes in again to see as all's right. And after mill's loosed, she just looks in and sets all straight. And ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... still remember Their herald out of dim December,— The morning star of all the flowers, The pledge of daylight's lengthened hours, Nor, midst the roses, e'er ...
— Proserpina, Volume 2 - Studies Of Wayside Flowers • John Ruskin
... the water's might shrank up 1260 Within the rivers, and the ice bridged o'er The gleaming water-roads. The noble saint Abode blithe-hearted, planning valiant deeds, Bold and courageous in his misery, Throughout the wintry night; nor did he e'er, Dismayed by terror, cease to praise the Lord, And ever worship Him, as at the first, With righteous heart, until the radiant gem Of ...
— Andreas: The Legend of St. Andrew • Unknown
... worthy Sir! Think better of the sword! A sword, when swung in freedom's sacred cause, Becomes the Holy Word, of which you preach, The God, incarnate in reality. * * * * * And all great things, which e'er will come to pass Will owe their final ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. X. • Kuno Francke
... excitement at the presence of this distinguished guest in their midst. They had no doubt of the truth of his story, and one daughter of the house urged him to take prompt and decisive measures to recover his crown. As far as her feeble help could go it was freely at his service. The mouse has e'er now helped the lion; and this enthusiastic girl was not without hope that she might render some assistance in restoring to France her legitimate king. She became amanuensis and secretary to Nauendorff, compiled a statement from his words and documents, laid it before the lawyers, and they pronounced ...
— Celebrated Claimants from Perkin Warbeck to Arthur Orton • Anonymous
... at a tavern dine. One day and half 'tis requisite to rest From toilsome labor and a tempting feast. Henceforth let none on peril of their lives Attempt a journey or embrace their wives; No barber, foreign or domestic bred, Shall e'er presume to dress a lady's head; No shop shall spare (half the preceding day) A yard of riband or an ...
— Sabbath in Puritan New England • Alice Morse Earle
... Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife? How will he be ...
— Children's Literature - A Textbook of Sources for Teachers and Teacher-Training Classes • Charles Madison Curry
... partial Peacock saves his egg, No sheep e'er snaps if I attempt to touch her, Lambs like it when I lead them to the butcher! Each morn I milk my rams beneath the shed, While rabbits flutter twittering round my head, And, as befits a dairy-farmer's daughter, What milk I get I ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, March 15, 1890 • Various
... be cock-sure of the stuff you drink, if e'er a man did," said the boatbuilder, whose eye blazed yellow in this frothing season of ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought ...
— Jack Sheppard - A Romance • William Harrison Ainsworth
... I love shall come like visitant of air, Safe in secret power from lurking human snare; What loves me no word of mine shall e'er betray, Though for faith unstained my life must ...
— The Three Brontes • May Sinclair
... the maist contrary, conceited young man I e'er heard tell o'. Laird, as he wont come to us, I am ...
— Scottish sketches • Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
... fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,— A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king ...
— Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories - The Young Folks Treasury, Volume 1 • Various
... slain the best and bravest That e'er set a lance in rest; Of our holy faith the bulwark,— Terror of ...
— Legends of the Middle Ages - Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art • H.A. Guerber
... gauze-like mists so frequent at that season, was casting shadows, seemingly endless, from every object that intercepted his low rays, and chequering the whole landscape with that play of light and shade, which is the loveliest accessory to a lovely scene; and lovely was the scene, indeed, as e'er was looked upon by painter's or by poet's eye—how then should humble prose ...
— Warwick Woodlands - Things as they Were There Twenty Years Ago • Henry William Herbert (AKA Frank Forester)
... sadness. Estranged from hope and gladness, In this fast fading year; Ye with o'erburden'd mind, Made aliens from your kind, Come gather here. Let not the useless sorrow Pursue you night and morrow, If e'er you hoped, hope now— Take heart, uncloud your faces, And join in our embraces ...
— The Illustrated London Reading Book • Various
... our God One single thought on Indians e'er bestowed; To them his care extends, or even knew, Before Columbus told ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 88, February, 1865 • Various
... best blood turn To an infected jelly, and my name Be yok'd with his that did betray the best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read! ...
— The Winter's Tale - [Collins Edition] • William Shakespeare
... wight as e'er from faeryland Came to us straight with favour in his eyes, Of wondrous seed that led him to the prize Of fancy, with the magic rod in hand. Ah, there in faeryland we saw him stand, As for a while he walked with smiles ...
— Robert Louis Stevenson - a Record, an Estimate, and a Memorial • Alexander H. Japp
... the maid that is constant and kind, Who to charms bright as Venus's adds Diana's mind. I'll toast Britain's daughters—let all fill their glasses— Whose beauty and virtue the whole world surpasses. May blessings attend them, go wherever they will, And foul fall the man that e'er offers ...
— Routledge's Manual of Etiquette • George Routledge
... Beholding not the source of the effulgence. O thou benignant power that so imprint'st them! [89] Thou didst exalt thyself to give more scope There to the eyes, that were not strong enough. The name of that fair flower I e'er invoke Morning and evening utterly enthralled My soul to gaze upon the greater fire. And when in both mine eyes depicted were The glory and greatness of the living star Which conquers there, as here below it conquered, Athwart the heavens descended ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 • Various
... con its pages o'er and o'er; Its interlinings mark a score Of promises most potent, sweet, In verses many of each sheet; Albeit the gilding dull of age, And yellow-hued its every page, No book more precious e'er may be Than father's Bible is ...
— And Judas Iscariot - Together with other evangelistic addresses • J. Wilbur Chapman
... flaws begin to appear in the gem right from the start. It was rash of Master Lorimer to attempt such a difficult metre. Plucky, but rash. He should have stuck to blank verse. Tyre, you notice, two syllables to rhyme with "deny her" in line three. "What did fortune e'er deny her? Were not all her warriors brave?" That last line seems to me distinctly weak. I don't know how it ...
— A Prefect's Uncle • P. G. Wodehouse
... skill, fam'd Linois, thou hast found A certain way,—by fighting ships on ground; Fix deep in sand thy centre, van, and rear, Nor e'er St. Vincent, Duncan, Nelson, fear. While, o'er the main, Britannia's thunder rolls, She leaves to thee ...
— Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez, Vol. I • Sir John Ross
... thought we had it; yes, were sure we knew it all. "You may each one recite it." Hark! it was our teacher's call. Just imagine how we did it? You will guess it nearly right. And then to say it backward! Were you e'er in such a plight? Then we studied till (I mean it) e'en the paper on the wall, Each door, and sash, and picture frame, and objects one and all, In strokes and angles fairly danced before our very eyes, And in our dreams they haunted us ...
— Silver Links • Various
... strength man can not sail O'er ocean's troubled breast: God's hand alone can e'er prevail And bring ...
— Food for the Lambs; or, Helps for Young Christians • Charles Ebert Orr
... stood When the carriage I stopped, The gold and the jewels Its inmates would drop. No poor man I plundered Nor e'er did oppress The widows or orphans, ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various
... where once the garden smiled, And still, where many a garden-flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose, A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place; Unpractised he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than ...
— MacMillan's Reading Books - Book V • Anonymous
... brother! As the sailors sound With care the bottom, and their ships confine To some safe shore, with anchor and with line; So, by Jove's dread decree, the God of fire Confines me here the victim of Jove's ire. With baneful art his dire machine he shapes; From such a God what mortal e'er escapes? When each third day shall triumph o'er the night, Then doth the vulture, with his talons light, Seize on my entrails; which, in rav'nous guise, He preys on! then with wing extended flies Aloft, and brushes with his plumes the gore: But when dire Jove my liver doth restore, ...
— Cicero's Tusculan Disputations - Also, Treatises On The Nature Of The Gods, And On The Commonwealth • Marcus Tullius Cicero
... and if thou e'er return To see the small remainders in mine urn, When thou shalt laugh at my religious dust, And ask: where's now the colour, form and trust Of woman's beauty? and with hand more rude Rifle the flowers which the virgins strewed: Know I have prayed to Fury that some wind May blow my ...
— The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2 • Robert Herrick
... longer struggle; we have walked a wilder plain, And have met more troubles, trust me, than we e'er shall meet again! Can you think of all the dangers you and I are living through With a soul so weak and fearful, with the doubts I never knew? Dost thou not remember that the thorns are clustered with the rose, And that every Zin-like border may a pleasant land enclose? Oh, across ...
— The Poems of Henry Kendall • Henry Kendall
... What's here? Pop! At a bound, A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace, Is sitting before us, and washing his face With his little fat paws overlapping; Where does he hail from? Where? Why, there, Underground, From a nook just as cosey, And tranquil, and dozy, As e'er wooed to Sybarite napping (But none ever caught him a-napping). Don't you see his burrow so quaint ...
— On the Tree Top • Clara Doty Bates
... nursery spattered with mud, the back stairs like a street with clay an' rain, yourselves drenched an' drownded, an' your clothes spoiled. And into the bargain," added Nancy, with a quaver in her voice, "my spectacles broken into smash, an' I without e'er another pair to see my way ...
— Terry - Or, She ought to have been a Boy • Rosa Mulholland
... hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that, The honest man, though, e'er sae poor Is king ...
— At Home And Abroad - Or, Things And Thoughts In America and Europe • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... grapple with the blast, when the lightning cleaves the inky sky with forked flame and the earth rocks neath the thunder's angry roar. When the dark clouds roll muttering unto the East and the evening sun hangs every leaf and twig and blade of grass with jewels brighter than e'er gleamed in Golconda's mines; when the mock-birds renew their melody and every flower seems drunken with its own incense, I look upon the irisate glory that seems to belt the world with beauty and my heart beats high with hope that in years to be the storm-clouds ...
— Volume 12 of Brann The Iconoclast • William Cowper Brann
... said from smooth-faced ingle train (Anointed bridegroom!) hardly fain Hast e'er refrained; now do refrain! O Hymen Hymenaeus io, O ...
— The Satyricon, Complete • Petronius Arbiter
... the source is small—small every bliss, That e'er can dwell on such a place as this. Bleak, barren, sandy, dreary, and confined, Bathed by the waves and chilled by every wind; Without a flower to beautify the scene, Without a cultured shore—a shady green— ...
— Personal Memoirs Of A Residence Of Thirty Years With The Indian Tribes On The American Frontiers • Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
... "E'er across the main doth float A sad and solemn swell, The wild, fantastic, fitful note Of ...
— Bidwell's Travels, from Wall Street to London Prison - Fifteen Years in Solitude • Austin Biron Bidwell
... baser Muse can bide To sit and sing by Granta's naked side? They haunt the tided Thames and salt Medway, E'er since the fame of their late bridal day. Nought have we here but willow-shaded shore, To tell our Grant his ...
— Memoirs of the Court of Queen Elizabeth • Lucy Aikin
... the "Crane," Yea, and the "Serpents" twain floating deserted; Boldly had he fought e'er the wearer of the arm-rings, Stout-hearted in combat, into the sea plunged, And by swimming ...
— The Sagas of Olaf Tryggvason and of Harald The Tyrant (Harald Haardraade) • Snorri Sturluson
... Joyce's Country, and the graves of the mightiest men That ever had birth in Erin! Will their like e'er come again? Men of the thews of titans, of the strong, unwavering hand, Who wrested a meagre guerdon from the ...
— Sprays of Shamrock • Clinton Scollard
... What poet e'er could trace That at this fatal passage Came o'er Prince Tom his face; The wonder of the company, ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... live single, and enjoy it; I have made the Tour of Italy and France, have given my self the Accomplishment of both Sexes, and design to Visit, Game, Revel, dust the Park, haunt the Theatres, and out-flutter e'er a Fop i'the Nation; and I know not why a Lady that has the best Estate i'the County shou'd n't represent ...
— The Fine Lady's Airs (1709) • Thomas Baker
... an acre sown indeed With the richest royalest seeds, That the earth did e'er suck in, Since the first man dyed for sin: Here the bones of birth have cried, Though gods they were, as men they died." ...
— Notes & Queries, No. 47, Saturday, September 21, 1850 • Various
... home. But first, I would advise thee to bethink Thyself, how sin hath laid thee at the brink Of hell, where thou art lulled fast asleep In Satan's arms, who also will thee keep As senseless and secure as e'er he may, Lest thou shouldst wake, and see't, and run away Unto that Jesus, whom the Father sent Into the world, for this cause and intent, That such as thou, from such a thrall as this Might'st be released, and made heir of bliss. Now that thou may'st awake, the danger ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... mighty trump, one half conceal'd In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd, Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call Shall rattle in the centre of the ball; Th' extended circuit of creation shake, The living die with fear, the dead awake. Oh powerful blast! to which no equal sound Did e'er the frighted ear of nature wound, Tho' rival clarions have been strain'd on high, And kindled wars immortal thro' the sky, Tho' God's whole enginery discharg'd, and all The rebel angels bellow'd in their fall. Have angels sinn'd? and ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young
... in a trance, when e'er The languors of thy love-deep eyes Float on me. I would I were So tranced, so wrapt in ecstasies, To stand apart, and to adore, Gazing on thee ...
— She and I, Volume 1 • John Conroy Hutcheson
... with a smile whose blessing Would, like the patriarch's, soothe a dying hour; With voice as low, as gentle, and caressing As e'er won maiden's lips in ...
— Oak Openings • James Fenimore Cooper
... wing shall the raven flap O'er the false-hearted, His warm blood the wolf shall lap E'er life be parted, Shame and dishonor sit O'er his grave ever, Blessing shall hallow it ...
— The Gentleman from Everywhere • James Henry Foss
... where Weinsberg lies? As brave a town as any; It must have sheltered in its time Brave wives and maidens many: If e'er I wooing have to do, Good faith, ...
— Memoirs • Charles Godfrey Leland
... the dishes, And also dry them, too. It makes your paws so soft and white, I really think—don't you? Some folks are awful fussy, When e'er they dust or sweep. They'd rather pile the dirt all up In corners, in ...
— Buddy And Brighteyes Pigg - Bed Time Stories • Howard R. Garis
... nourished sadness, Estranged from hope and gladness, In this fast fading year. Ye with o'er-burdened mind Made aliens from your kind, Come gather here. Let not the useless sorrow Pursue you night and morrow, If e'er you hoped—hope now— Take heart: uncloud your faces, And join in our embraces ...
— Christmas: Its Origin and Associations - Together with Its Historical Events and Festive Celebrations During Nineteen Centuries • William Francis Dawson
... lie, were bound together, shore to shore, by a strange, mysterious tie. And two there are who, in their happy home, will oft look back upon that day, that 18th day of August, which gave to one of Britain's sons as fair and beautiful a bride as e'er went forth from the New England hills to dwell beneath a ...
— Maggie Miller • Mary J. Holmes
... home figurin' how ye can make some wan else pay ye'er taxes f'r ye. What is it to ye that me nevvew Terry is sleepin' in ditch wather an' atin' hard tacks an' coffee an' bein' r-robbed be leeber Cubians, an' catchin' yallow fever without a chanst iv givin' it to e'er a Spanyard. Ye think more iv a stamp thin ye do iv ye'er counthry. Ye're like th' Sugar Thrust. F'r two cints ye'd refuse to support th' govermint. I know ye, ...
— Mr. Dooley in Peace and in War • Finley Peter Dunne
... at the world. It has laughed long enough at me; and so I'll turn the tables. Ho! ho! ho! I've heard A better joke of Uncle Malatesta's Than any I e'er uttered. [Laughing. ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Francesca da Rimini • George Henry Boker
... discord's seeds they planted; Now civil war, In bloody car, Rode forth—and Desolation, Extended wide, Its horrid stride For mock emancipation. O Cabotia! Old England's child Cabotia! No rebel cloud[3] Did e'er enshroud ...
— Lady Rosamond's Secret - A Romance of Fredericton • Rebecca Agatha Armour
... his soul he sitteth joyless, Mournful in mood. He many times thinks 30 That no end will e'er come to the cares he endures. Then must he think how throughout the world The gracious God often gives his help And manifold honors to many an earl And sends wide his fame; but to some he gives woes. 35 Of myself and my sorrows ...
— Old English Poems - Translated into the Original Meter Together with Short Selections from Old English Prose • Various
... with the life he won, From death that day, in a hard-won battle? Shall I lay it down e'er the rising sun Looks down on the city's roar and rattle? Shall I lay it down e'er the midnight dim With horrible shadows is roofed and paved? No, I will make it so pure and sweet, That angels shall say with smiles ...
— Poems • Marietta Holley
... Did e'er fat Falstaff, wreathing 'neath his cup Of glorious sack, unable to reel home, Sit on thy breast, and give his fancy up, The all that wine had given pow'r to roam, And left the mind in gay, but dreamy talk, Wakeful in wit ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 357 - Vol. XIII, No. 357., Saturday, February 21, 1829 • Various
... the winter bloweth loud, And the earth is in a shroud, Frozen rain or sleety snow Dimming every dream below,— There is e'er a spot of green Whence the heavens may ...
— Yesterdays with Authors • James T. Fields
... ought to be sharply reprehended, who will not have their children come on by any strict method; but in this, as in all things, are so fond of making a noise in the world; and in such haste to compass their wishes, that they hurry them in publick e'er they have digested what they have read, and put children e'er they are well past their sucking-bottle, upon the good grace of speaking, than which even themselves confess, nothing is greater: Whereas if they would suffer them to come up by degrees, that their studies might be temper'd with ...
— The Satyricon • Petronius Arbiter
... the Lady that sits here In stony fetters fixed and motionless. Yet stay: be not disturbed; now I bethink me, Some other means I have which may be used, Which once of Meliboeus old I learnt, The soothest shepherd that e'er piped on plains. There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had ...
— L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas • John Milton
... the font at which God as His children received us; There stands the altar where His rich Mercy from hunger relieved us. There His blest word to us proclaim: Jesus is now and e'er the same, So is ...
— Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark • Jens Christian Aaberg
... of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant ...
— Graded Poetry: Seventh Year • Various
... own best treasure To our land from year to year; Blessings many without measure E'er attend ...
— Home Geography For Primary Grades • C. C. Long
... stanch old hound must yield to stancher pup; Here's one so tall as I, and twice so bold, Where I took only cuffs, takes good red gold. From pole to pole resound his wondrous works, Who slew more Spaniards than I e'er slew Turks; I strode across the Tavy stream: but he Strode round the world and back; and ...
— Westward Ho! • Charles Kingsley
... zeal, 'Tis all the angry slighted Muse can do In the pollution of these days; No province now is left her but to rail, And poetry has lost the art to praise, Alas, the occasions are so few: None e'er but you, And your Almighty Master, knew With heavenly peace of mind to bear (Free from our tyrant passions, anger, scorn, or fear) The giddy turns of popular rage, And all the contradictions of a poison'd age; The Son of God pronounced by the same ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... and my crown. They will bear witness that I am. And my kind coat of cotton and my golden shirt! And under that again there's a stiff pocket. (Slaps it.) Is there e'er a looking-glass in ...
— Three Wonder Plays • Lady I. A. Gregory
... thine their color; nature loves In those who from one father draw their blood In many points a likeness to preserve. Elec. Unworthy of a wise man are thy words, If thou canst think that to Mycenae's realms My brother e'er with secret step will come, Fearing Aegisthus. Then between our locks What can th' agreement be? To manly toils He in the rough Palaestra hath been train'd, Mine by the comb are soften'd; so that hence Nothing may be inferr'd. Besides, old man, Tresses like-color'd often may'st ...
— Story of Orestes - A Condensation of the Trilogy • Richard G. Moulton
... the Gospel I refuse, How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes? For all the Gentiles and the Jews Against me ...
— Divine Songs • Isaac Watts
... Highlands they were so rude, As leave them neither clothes nor food, Then burnt their houses to conclude; 'T was tit for tat. How can her nainsell e'er be good, To think ...
— Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete • Sir Walter Scott
... of this life, to lead, From joy to joy; for she can so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, * * * * * Nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... a' the way frae Scotland, just let my lord be doing, and see the credit he will get by it—and I would rather (mony thanks to you though, Master George) stand by a lick of his baton, than it suld e'er be said ...
— The Fortunes of Nigel • Sir Walter Scott
... Jaf. Could my nature e'er Have brook'd injustice, or the doing wrongs, I need not now thus low have bent myself To gain a hearing from a ...
— Venice Preserved - A Tragedy • Thomas Otway
... cold as charity, an' the poor woman plainly not in a state to go wanderin' about seekin' a place to lay her head; though to be sure there's plenty o' places for such like, only as the poor man said himself, they did want to get into a decent place, which it wasn't easy to get e'er a one as would take them in. They had three children with them, the smallest o' them pickaback on the biggest; an' it's strange, miss—I never could compass it, though I atten' chapel reg'lar—how it goes to yer heart I mean, to see one human bein' lookin' arter another! But my husban', as was natural, ...
— Weighed and Wanting • George MacDonald
... vernal heat And tepid sap luxuriantly strong. Winter has drawn aloof his snowy powers To the high peaks that domineer the plain, And, like a vanquished leader, grimly lowers, From a safe distance, on the victor's reign. E'er many months have passed, his arrowy showers And gusty ...
— Literary Tours in The Highlands and Islands of Scotland • Daniel Turner Holmes
... shall never merit that affliction, to be punished with a wife of birth, be a stag of the first head and bear my horns aloft, like one of the supporters of my wife's coat. S'death I would not be a Cuckold to e'er an illustrious whore ...
— The Comedies of William Congreve - Volume 1 [of 2] • William Congreve
... in our vast body shews So small, that half have never heard the news; Fame's out of breath e'er she can fly so far To tell 'em all that you have e'er ...
— Among My Books - First Series • James Russell Lowell
... must sell her all, and he won't let her do it, and wrote a letter like a prince (No room, sir), as fine a letter as ever you read (Hilloa, there! What! are you asleep?)—as ever you read on a summer's day. I didn't see it, but my mother told me it was as good as e'er a one of the old gentleman's sermons. "Mother," said he, "my sins be upon my own head. I can bear disgrace (How do, Mr. Wilkins?), but I cannot bear to see ...
— The Young Duke • Benjamin Disraeli
... unaccountable:—by yonder breaking day that opens in the east, opens to see my shame—I swear—by that great ruler of the day, the sun, by that Almighty Power that rules them both, I swear—I swear, Philander, charming lovely youth! Thou art the first e'er kindled soft desires about my soul, thou art the first that ever did inform me that there was such a sort of wish about me. I thought the vanity of being beloved made up the greatest part of the satisfaction; it was joy to see my lovers sigh about me, adore and praise me, and increase ...
— Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister • Aphra Behn
... tingled through the veins. Ere we retired The cock had crowed, and now the eastern sky Was kindling, not unseen, from humble copse And open field, through which the pathway wound, And homeward led my steps. Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld—in front, The sea lay laughing at a distance; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in Empyrean light; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn— Dews, vapors, and the melody of birds, And laborers ...
— The International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 7 - Of Literature, Art, and Science, August 12, 1850 • Various
... shall it shine Under green boughs, So long as May and June bring leaves and flowers, Couches of moss and fern and woven bowers, Still thine and mine, A golden house; And, perchance, e'er the winter that takes all, I, there alone in the deep listening wood, Shall hear thy lost foot-fall, And, scarce believing the beatitude, Shall know thee there, Wild heart to wild heart pressed, And wrap me in the ...
— A Jongleur Strayed - Verses on Love and Other Matters Sacred and Profane • Richard Le Gallienne
... lowering fate made prophecy of fear, And Atma knew the menace in the air, As ghostly shudderings of our fearful life Foretell the advent of th' assassin's knife. Low sank his heart before the augury (For life was dearer on this eventide Than e'er before), and all dismayed, he cried, "These are the heralds of calamity That bid me hence, for all too well I know The pensive pageantry of mortal woe; O Love, my Love, this sweetest love may flee But ever grief has cruel constancy, Late I bode me with dull-shrouded sorrow, ...
— Atma - A Romance • Caroline Augusta Frazer
... "He e'er-festooning every interval, As the adventurous spider, making light Of distance, shoots her threads from depth to height, From barbican to battlement; so flung Fantasies forth and in their centre swung Our architect,—the breezy morning fresh Above, and merry,—all his waving mesh ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 13, No. 79, May, 1864 • Various
... top, divines Whene'er the soil has golden mines; Where there are none, it stands erect, Scorning to show the least respect. As ready was the wand of Sid To bend where golden mines were hid. In Scottish hills found precious ore, Where none e'er looked for it before; And by a gentle bow divined, How well a Cully's purse was lined; To a forlorn and broken rake, Stood without motion like ...
— The Folk-lore of Plants • T. F. Thiselton-Dyer
... vow'd I was her all—her life— And proved, methought, her words by sighs; She long'd to hear me call her "wife," And fed on hope which love supplies. Ah! then I felt it had been sin To doubt that she could e'er belie Her vows!—I found 'twas only tin She sought, and love was all my eye! Was ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... or the like; no, faith, but quite contrary, for he was rather hardning them, and infusing a strong Portion of his own obstinacy, to fortifie 'em for their dubious Journey; and in few minutes after, possess'd with a stronger Spirit of Priesthood than e'er, for some past Ages there has been Example for, pronounc'd the Absolution, the extremest and most mysterious Grace the Church can possibly give to the most repentant Sinner, to wretches Justly condemn'd by Law to die, for the most horrible Crimes in nature, viz. the intended Murder ...
— Essays on the Stage • Thomas D'Urfey and Bossuet
... bright, And are dress'd so tight, That a man would swear you 're right, As arm was e'er ...
— The Beaux-Stratagem • George Farquhar
... little fern-plant, green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender, Waving in the wind, crept down so low; Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it; Playful sunbeams darted in and found it; Drops of dew stole down by night and crowned it; But no foot of man e'er came that way, Earth ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham
... his timbers they are gone, And he's a slave to tipple, No better sailor e'er was born ...
— Jacob Faithful • Captain Frederick Marryat
... Chance, Whom Fortune join'd with Virtue to advance To all the joys this island could afford, The greatest mistress, and the kindest lord; Who with the royal mix'd her noble blood, And in high grace with Gloriana[2] stood; 20 Her bounty, sweetness, beauty, goodness, such, That none e'er thought her happiness too much; So well-inclined her favours to confer, And kind to all, as Heaven had been to her! The virgin's part, the mother, and the wife, So well she acted in this span of life, That ...
— Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham • Edmund Waller; John Denham
... you little vagrant joy. Brush me from your delicate mimic world. Nothing of you now can e'er annoy, Since your beauty ...
— Nights in London • Thomas Burke
... the throat, just because they wanted a wheen dollars in the sporran. She had lived in the bonny glen of Tomanthoulick. Cot, an ony of the vermint had come there, her father wad hae wared a shot on them, and he could hit a buck within as mony measured yards as e'er a man of his clan, And the place here was so quiet frae them, they durst na put their nose ower the gutter. Shanet owed nobody a bodle, but she couldna pide to see honest folk and pretty shentlemen ...
— Chronicles of the Canongate • Sir Walter Scott
... a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb, And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts ...
— Hymns and Spiritual Songs • Isaac Watts
... more,' Quoth Oliver, 'than e'er before The eye of man hath seen An hundred thousand are a-field, With helm and hauberk, lance and shield, And pikes and pike-heads gleaming bright; Prepare for fight, a fiercer fight Than ever yet hath ...
— A Popular History of France From The Earliest Times - Volume IV. of VI. • Francois Pierre Guillaume Guizot
... won't'—William says—'it's Agnes I love and I'll be married to her or I won't be married to e'er of 'em.' All the time Edith sat quiet, dumb as a shovel, never a word, crying a bit; but they do say the young one went on like a... a ...
— The Best British Short Stories of 1922 • Various
... for skin a cloud most soft and bright, That e'er the midday Sun pierced through with light: Upon his cheeks a lively blush he spred; Washt from the morning beauties deepest red. An harmless flaming Meteor shone for haire, And fell adown his ...
— Milton • Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh
... To her who has inflam'd your Heart, but know, That now Melissa (justly enrag'd) Will soon raise all th' Infernal Monsters up, All ugly Harpies shall approach, Cerberus and Furies, Fire and Flames appear. And e'er you close my Rival in your Arms, Replete with Anguish I shall ...
— Amadigi di Gaula - Amadis of Gaul • Nicola Francesco Haym
... e'er bind thee? Can overseers quench thy flame? Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, Or threats thy Heaven-born spirit tame? Or threats thy Heaven-born spirit tame? Too long the slave has groaned, bewailing The power these heartless tyrants wield; Yet ...
— The Anti-Slavery Harp • Various
... Our glorious SEMPER EADEM,—this banner of our pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold: Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea;— Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day: For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread; High on St. Michael's mount it shone, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 20, No. - 580, Supplemental Number • Various
... of gentleness, The fair Anglaia's friend above all friends: O darling of the fascinating Loves By what dire envy moved did Death uproot Thy days e'er yet full blown, and what ill chance Hath robbed Savona of her noblest grace? She weeps for thee and shall for ever weep, And if the fountain of her tears should fail She would implore Sabete to supply Her need: Sabete, sympathizing stream, Who on his margin saw thee ...
— The Prose Works of William Wordsworth • William Wordsworth
... things dumb, things loquacious, Things with tails, and things tail-less, things tame, and things pugnacious; Rats, lions, curs, geese, pigeons, toadies and donkeys, Bears, dormice, and snakes, tigers, jackals, and monkeys: In short, a collection so curious, that no man E'er since could with NOAH compare as a show-man At length, JOHNNY BULL, with that clever fat head of his, Design'd a much stranger and comical edifice, To be call'd his "NEW HOUSE"—a queer sort of menagerie ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... with ardent hearts and eyes, The GUEST those galleys bring; In Wisdom's walks the more than Wise— 'Mid Kings the more than King! No nobler visitant e'er sought The Mighty's white-cliff'd isle, Where ALFRED ruled, where BACON thought, Where AVON'S waters smile: Hail to the tempest-vexed Man! Hail to the Sovereign-Sage! A wearier pilgrimage who ran Than the immortal Ithacan, Since first ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 349, November, 1844 • Various
... and help the needy, And comfort sorrow, where e'er you can! For truth's defence unto death be speedy, And win, as christian, and fall, as man! No worldly samples Of honors jading Shall wreath your temples With laurels fading; But bright, eternal, shall thee entrance The ...
— The Angel of Death • Johan Olof Wallin
... ador'd, that sadness to my sorrow lends, Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by! I give thee all: parents and kindred and friends; For I go where no slave before the oppressor bends, Where faith can never kill, and God reigns e'er on high! ...
— Lineage, Life, and Labors of Jose Rizal, Philippine Patriot • Austin Craig
... he was a seaman true, As brave and bold a tar As e'er was dressed in navy blue On board ...
— Poor Jack • Frederick Marryat
... "No day was e'er so bright, So black was never a night, As will your boots be, if you get Them blacked ...
— English as She is Wrote - Showing Curious Ways in which the English Language may be - made to Convey Ideas or obscure them. • Anonymous
... heawse; but he darted forrud, an' took no notice o' nobody. 'What's up now,' thought Betty; an' hoo ran after him. When hoo geet up-stairs th' owd lad had retten croppen into bed; an' he wur ill'd up, e'er th' yed. So Betty turned th' quilt deawn, an' hoo said. 'Whatever's to do witho, James?' 'Howd te noise!' said Thwittler, pooin' th' clooas o'er his yed again, 'howd te noise! I'll play no moor at yon shop!' an' th' bed fair wackert again; he 're i' sich a fluster. 'Mun I make tho a saup o' gruel?' ...
— Th' Barrel Organ • Edwin Waugh
... The king, with wonder and surprise, Will swear the seas grow bold, Because the tides will higher rise Than e'er they used of old, But let him know it is our tears Bring floods of grief to Whitehall stairs With a fa, ...
— How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves - Updated to 1900 • W.H.G. Kingston
... Wo's fusion of stones was e'er a myth inane, But from this myth hath sprung fiction still more insane! Lost is the subtle life, divine, and real!—gone! Assumed, mean subterfuge! foul bags of skin and bone! Fortune, when once adverse, how true! gold glows no more! In ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... where he first was bred; Conversing now with well dress'd kings and queens, 250 With gods and goddesses behind the scenes, He sweats beneath the terror-nodding plume, Taught by mock honours real pride to assume. On this great stage, the world, no monarch e'er Was half so haughty as a monarch player. Doth it more move our anger or our mirth To see these things, the lowest sons of earth, Presume, with self-sufficient knowledge graced, To rule in letters, and preside in taste? ...
— Poetical Works • Charles Churchill
... nothing about her? I should like to describe her, reader, so as to make you love her. She was tall, very little above the medium height, slender, graceful, with a delicate, arched neck and the "fairest face the sun e'er shone on." Not beautiful—that word would not describe her; fair, sweet and lovely. She had no brilliant or vivid coloring; her complexion was clear, with the faintest rose-bloom; her eyes large and blue, her lips sweet and sensitive; a white brow and a wealth of soft, ...
— Coralie • Charlotte M. Braeme
... French should e'er attempt This Nation to invade, May they be damn'd that list again, But lead the fam'd Militia on, To ...
— Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry • Edmund Goldsmid
... have ministered to his and his family's necessities, making many hundred gross of long tagged laces, to fill up the vacancies of his time, which he had learned to do for that purpose, since he had been in prison. There, also, I surveyed his library, the least, but yet the best that e'er I saw—the Bible and the Book of Martyrs.[245] And during his imprisonment (since I have spoken of his library), he writ several excellent and useful treatises, particularly The Holy City, Christian Behaviour, The Resurrection of the Dead, and Grace ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... marched where bullets fell, With calm and even tread; And when he heard the bursting shell, He only shook his head; And at his post he nobly stood To help the boys what e'er he could, That faithful ...
— Bamboo Tales • Ira L. Reeves
... she'll be very apt to not get e'er a chuck or a chucken off of me—not the feather of a one," said Mrs. M'Gurk, resentfully, "plenty of other things I have to do besides wastin' me time waitin' for people that don't know their own minds from one minyit to the next, and makin' a fool of meself star-gazin' along the road, and ne'er ...
— Strangers at Lisconnel • Barlow Jane
... That Camelot lay close to Fairyland, And the wild blast of fairy horns, once known, Is straightway recognized as soon as blown, Being a sound unique, unearthly, shrill,— Between a screech-owl and a whip-poor-will. The mischief is, that no one e'er can tell Whether such ...
— Gawayne And The Green Knight - A Fairy Tale • Charlton Miner Lewis
... consuls remembern' the Guidin' Light, an' the Shah-in-Shah, an' the Aglaia, at this most alarmin' crisis. We've been no better than pirates these ten years. Under Providence we're no worse than thieves now. We've much to be thankful for—if we e'er get back to her." ...
— The Day's Work, Volume 1 • Rudyard Kipling
... these accents reached his listening ear e'er, senseless, Majnun fell as one by lightning struck. A short time, fainting, thus he lay; recovered, then he raised his head to heaven and thus exclaimed: "O merciless! what fate severe is this on one so helpless? Why such wrath? Why blast a blade of grass with lightning, and on the ant ...
— Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers • W. A. Clouston
... hands a primrose wreath enwove, With fingers deft, and eyes with tears bedimmed: No lovelier face the painter's art e'er limned, No poet's thought e'er told of ...
— The Death of Saul and other Eisteddfod Prize Poems and Miscellaneous Verses • J. C. Manning
... you, you say, and water we, Then as you wish, so let it be; But let us live in peace and right, Nor shall the fire e'er see us fight; So joined by wisdom's glowing flame, That without anger, hate, or blame, We form the steam, the fifth element, Progress and ...
— The Reign of Greed - Complete English Version of 'El Filibusterismo' • Jose Rizal
... that the very truth it is which I Now say—in such belief I'll live and die; And Cuckoo, do thou so, by my advice." "Then," quoth she, "let me never hope for bliss, If with that counsel I do e'er comply. ...
— Playful Poems • Henry Morley
... the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead ...
— The Hundred Best English Poems • Various
... Till thou shalt visit us anew: But who without regretful sigh Can say, adieu, and see thee fly? Not he that e'er hath felt thy pow'r. His joy expanding like a flow'r, That cometh after rain and snow, Looks up at heaven, and learns to glow:— Not he that fled from Babel-strife To the green sabbath-land of life, To dodge dull Care 'mid clustered trees, ...
— The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood • Thomas Hood
... could be found, Such majesty and sweetness to accuse; Or, after that, a judge would not refuse Her sentence to pronounce; or that being done, Even amongst bloody'st hangmen, to find one Durst, though her face was veil'd, and neck laid down, Strike off the fairest head e'er wore a crown. And what state policy there might be here, Which does with right too often interfere, I 'm not to judge: yet thus far dare be bold, A fouler act the sun did ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... the widow; "betther bail than e'er a Lynch or Daly—not but what the Dalys is respictable—betther bail, any way, than e'er a Lynch in Galway could show, either for sessions or 'sizes, by night or by day, winter ...
— The Kellys and the O'Kellys • Anthony Trollope
... this fair Prospect, we stay'd all Night; our Indian going about half an Hour before us, had provided three fat Turkeys e'er we ...
— A New Voyage to Carolina • John Lawson
... my foolish fear, Nor e'er upbraid my dreamy thinking; Thou dost not brand me with contempt Because of all my frequent shrinking. Thou art a tower of strength to me, So let ...
— A Williams Anthology - A Collection of the Verse and Prose of Williams College, 1798-1910 • Compiled by Edwin Partridge Lehman and Julian Park
... sufficed to people and to quicken it, to give it voice and language, praise and love for all eternity! And who shall say that the human soul is not infinite? Who, beside the woman he adores, before the face of Nature, and beneath the eye of God, e'er felt the limits of existence, or of his power of life and love? O Love! the base may fear thee, and the wicked proscribe thee! Thou art the high priest of this world, the revealer of Immortality, the fire of the altar; and without thy ray man would ...
— Raphael - Pages Of The Book Of Life At Twenty • Alphonse de Lamartine
... know my unassisted wit Is all too weak to make me soar so high, For pardon, lady, for this fault I cry, And wiser still I grow remembering it. Yea, will I see what folly 't were to think That largess dropped from thee like dews from heaven, Could e'er be paid by work so frail as mine! To nothingness my art and talent sink; He fails who from his mental stores hath given A thousandfold ...
— Italy, the Magic Land • Lilian Whiting
... sue and lose, his knightly soul might bear; But insult galled him sore. Should he imbrue His puissant sword in her own father's gore? That were to do a deed he e'er must rue; Unfit it for a place ...
— Rowena & Harold - A Romance in Rhyme of an Olden Time, of Hastyngs and Normanhurst • Wm. Stephen Pryer
... January, mid-winter time, Starts the year its frosty prime, Blows wild the wind e'er yet'tis still, Crackles the ice in the frozen rill; Epiphany betimes is past, Approaches now ...
— Tales of the Wilderness • Boris Pilniak
... he e'er be inclined his Tutors and Deans to look with contempt upon (Observing the maxims of Raleigh and Drake, who never thought much of a Don), Let him think there are things in the nautical line that even a Don can do, For only too well are examiners versed in ...
— Lyra Frivola • A. D. Godley
... 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
... back through my words to words heard in the olden time, by fires long since burnt out, beneath the flame-gilt branches of forests which have sailed away as ships, farther than woods e'er went from Dunsinane, and been wrecked in Southern seas. But though I could not tell exactly what was in every room, I knew into what house his soul had gone; and it was for this that the scholar-gypsy went from Oxford halls "to learn strange arts and join a gypsy ...
— The Gypsies • Charles G. Leland
... still By the window sill Is as full as in days of yore; And the Currants grow As thickly now And as ripe as e'er before. ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No 3, September 1863 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... the domes, I 2 With lust of carnage fired, And opening teeth of serried spears Yawned wide around the gates that guard our homes; But went, or e'er his hungry jaws had tired On Theban flesh,—or e'er the Fire-god fierce Seizing our sacred town Besmirched and rent her battlemented crown. Such noise of battle as he fled About his back the War-god spread; So writhed to hard-fought victory The ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... dissemble, And speak a language foreign to my heart. [Aside. Good-morrow, Portius; let us once embrace, Once more embrace, while yet we both are free. To-morrow, should we thus express our friendship, Each might receive a slave into his arms; This sun, perhaps, this morning sun's the last That e'er shall rise ...
— Cato - A Tragedy, in Five Acts • Joseph Addison
... ye have a little triangle As bonny as e'er was seen; The whilk is not isosceles, Nor yet it ...
— From a Cornish Window - A New Edition • Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... one ounly darter, The fairest my two eyes e'er see, She steele the keys of her father's prisin, And swore Lord Bateman she would let ...
— The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman • Charles Dickens and William Makepeace Thackeray
... men! The prince's journey by prudent folk was little blamed, though they loved him dear; they whetted the hero, and hailed good omens. And now the bold one from bands of Geats comrades chose, the keenest of warriors e'er he could find; with fourteen men the sea-wood {3a} he sought, and, sailor proved, led them on to the land's confines. Time had now flown; {3b} afloat was the ship, boat under bluff. On board they climbed, warriors ...
— Beowulf • Anonymous
... ask if it e'er took a life, sir? Aye, I mind the time full well; I had spotted him by a farm, sir, And went for him with a yell. He tried to escape me hard, sir, But I plunged it in his side, And there by his own backyard, sir, ...
— A Yeoman's Letters - Third Edition • P. T. Ross
... nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide,'" he protested. "Not that its name was Lufra, but he was ...
— My Lady of the North • Randall Parrish
... Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove, No calmer strand, No sweeter land, Will e'er ye view, than ...
— John Marr and Other Poems • Herman Melville
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