"Ne'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar; There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more. ...
— Cupid's Middleman • Edward B. Lent
... shall know I am displeased. [Aside. E. Mor. If you love us, my lord, hate Gaveston. Gav. That villain Mortimer! I'll be his death. [Aside. Y. Mor. Mine uncle here, this earl, and I myself, Were sworn to your father at his death, That he should ne'er return into the realm: And now, my lord, ere I will break my oath, This sword of mine, that should offend your foes, Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need, And underneath thy banners march who will, For Mortimer will hang his armour up. Gav. Mort dieu! [Aside. K. ...
— Edward II. - Marlowe's Plays • Christopher Marlowe
... loon a' bluidy, an' belyve the morn rose unco mirk an' dreary, wi' bullers (rollers) frae the west like muckle sowthers (soldiers) wi' white plumes. I tauld the captain 'twas a' the faut o' Maxwell. I ne'er cad bide the blellum. Dour an' din he was, wi' ae girn like th' auld hornie. But the captain wadna hark to my rede when I tauld him naught but dool wad ...
— The Crossing • Winston Churchill
... tried and trusted! thou whose love Ne'er changes nor forsakes, Thou proof, how perfect God hath stamp'd The meanest thing He makes; Thou, whom no snare entraps to serve, No art is used to tame (Train'd, like ourselves, thy path to know, By words of love and ...
— Heads and Tales • Various
... as a mechanic as well? Was I unfit for anything? The other fellows at the shop had a definite foothold in life, while I was a waif, a ne'er-do-well, nearly two years in America with ...
— The Rise of David Levinsky • Abraham Cahan
... sound and good In the Jamaica Road; The cistern there had harboured ne'er Microbe, or newt, or toad; No clearer water softly laved A coral island beach; So thought the householder, until— ...
— Punch, or The London Charivari, Volume 101, October 31, 1891 • Various
... impatient rose; He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sound so full of woe! And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with ...
— The Function Of The Poet And Other Essays • James Russell Lowell
... call him off; oh, do please," said Bill Jenkins; "I'll ne'er throw stones at him again. ...
— Hollowdell Grange - Holiday Hours in a Country Home • George Manville Fenn
... eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our alter'd cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile, we read, The wish'd smile so rapturously kiss'd By one so deep in love, then he who ne'er From me shall separate, at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.' While thus one spirit spake, The other wail'd so sorely, that heart-struck I ...
— Dante: "The Central Man of All the World" • John T. Slattery
... another. Commerce between state and state was without protection, and confidence without a point to rest on. The condition the country was then in, was aptly described by Pelatiah Webster, when he said, "thirteen staves and ne'er a hoop will not make ...
— The Writings Of Thomas Paine, Complete - With Index to Volumes I - IV • Thomas Paine
... braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gied me her promise true— Gied me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me ...
— At the Little Brown House • Ruth Alberta Brown
... out from home she was, and ne'er a week in port, And nothing save the guns aboard her bright; But Captain Keats he knew the game, and swore to share the sport, For he never yet came in too ...
— Poems: New and Old • Henry Newbolt
... West!—'tis well for me My years already doubly number thine; My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee, And safely view thy ripening beauties shine: Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline; Happier, that while all younger hearts shall bleed Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed, But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... said, "Yes, indeed." She had other daughters there besides Maria, and was looking down the table to see whether they were judiciously placed. Her beauty, her youngest one, Ophelia, was sitting next to that ne'er-do-well Joe Fairstairs, and this made her unhappy. "Ophelia, my dear, you are dreadfully in the draught; there's a seat up here, just opposite, where ...
— Can You Forgive Her? • Anthony Trollope
... white winter ne'er be done Because the glittering frosty morn is fair? Because against the early-setting sun Bright show the gilded boughs though waste and bare? Because the robin singeth free from care? Ah! these are memories of a better ...
— The Earthly Paradise - A Poem • William Morris
... Hoylus, neck or nought, In spite of wind or tide; He little thought, when he set out, Of having such a ride. He held the reigns so tight and fast As ne'er were held before; He took an oath—if he got down He'd never mount once more. His cloak was like a parachute; It kept him on his steed. For ne'er a horse from here to Hull Ere ran with such a speed. ...
— Adventures and Recollections • Bill o'th' Hoylus End
... I open lay, You are moved, and mad with vexing; But you ne'er could do or say Aught to drive me to perplexing. Therefore, my despised power Greater is, by far, than your. And, whate'er you think of me, In your minds you ...
— Pastoral Poems by Nicholas Breton, - Selected Poetry by George Wither, and - Pastoral Poetry by William Browne (of Tavistock) • Nicholas Breton, George Wither, William Browne (of Tavistock)
... on: ne'er waste your time On bad biography or bitter rhyme: For what I am, this cumbrous clay insures, And what I was, is ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. II. July, 1862. No. 1. • Various
... Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire, Tanned the skins of bear and beaver, Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer, Made him moccasins and leggins, Decked his hood with quills and feathers, Colored quills of Kaug, the thorny, Feathers from the great war-eagle; Ever diligent and faithful, Ever patient, ne'er complaining. But like all brave men the Panther Loved a young and handsome woman; So he dallied with the danger, Dallied with the fair Algonkin,[11] Till a magic mead she gave him, Brewed of buds of birch and cedar.[12] Madly then he loved the woman; Then she ruled him, then she held ...
— The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems • H. L. Gordon
... spiritual life know to be good, But fame to disregard they ne'er succeed! From old till now the statesmen where are they? Waste lie their graves, a heap of grass, extinct. All men spiritual life know to be good, But to forget gold, silver, ill succeed! Through life they grudge their hoardings to be scant, And when plenty has come, their eyelids close. ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... sparkling star. Her face was like the lily roon That veils the vestal planet's hue; Her eyes, two beamlets from the moon, Set floating in the welkin blue. Her hair is like the sunny beam, And the diamond gems which round it gleam Are the pure drops of dewy even That ne'er have left their ...
— The Culprit Fay - and Other Poems • Joseph Rodman Drake
... him a name Before you all in same, For he is so fair and free, By God and by Saint Jame, So cleped him ne'er his dame, What woman ...
— Playful Poems • Henry Morley
... replaced by Western oaks; In course of time down goes the bed, But here's one like it in its stead. So bit by bit, in seven years, All things are changed in bed and gears, And still it seems as though it ought To be the one from Scotland brought; But when I think the matter o'er, It ne'er was on a foreign shore, And all that came across the sea Is only ...
— Prairie Farmer, Vol. 56: No. 1, January 5, 1884. - A Weekly Journal for the Farm, Orchard and Fireside • Various
... woman hov'ring to and fro. In life I ne'er had seen a form so fair— She gazed at me, ...
— The Poems of Goethe • Goethe
... Thus slight me, thus avoid my Sight? And in that Moment in which she Had promis'd Faith to me, break all her Vows? And do I live, and don't I dye? Let then this pointed Steel perform That which my Sorrows ne'er cou'd do. ...
— Amadigi di Gaula - Amadis of Gaul • Nicola Francesco Haym
... tarries I cannot coax it from you, then. This little song my whole heart carries, And ne'er will bear it ...
— Dreams and Days: Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... from common men, Wastes while we cherish; These share with us such holiness As ne'er ...
— Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works • Kaalidaasa
... of the earth was hers, And hers the purity of heaven; Alone, of all her worshippers, To me her maiden vows were given. They little know the human heart, Who think such love with time expires; Once kindled, it will ne'er depart, But burn through life with ...
— Poems • George P. Morris
... pitcher it is broken, and this the reason is— A shepherd came behind me, and tried to snatch a kiss; I would not stand his nonsense, so ne'er a word I spoke, But scored him on the costard, and so ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 3 • Various
... blushing blue, Very like your eyes of hue; While these violets are the red Of your cheeks. It can be said Ne'er ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field
... thoughts ne'er fly Over the lofty mountains, Leaves, when the summer days draw nigh, Patiently waits for the time when high The birds in its boughs shall be swinging, Yet will know not ...
— Bjoernstjerne Bjoernson • William Morton Payne
... passes by the door, Although she ne'er came in, the house grows bare. Shut, shut the door; there's nothing in the house. Why seems it always that it should be ours? A secret lies behind which Thou dost know, ...
— A Hidden Life and Other Poems • George MacDonald
... thou art sick, art growing old, Thou Poet of unconquerable health, With youth far-stretching, through the golden wealth Of autumn, to Death's frostful, friendly cold. The never-blenching eyes, that did behold Life's fair and foul, with measureless content, And gaze ne'er sated, saddened as they bent Over the dying soldier in the fold Of thy large comrade love;—then broke the tear! War-dream, field-vigil, the bequeathed kiss, Have brought old age to thee; yet, Master, now, Cease not thy song to us; lest we should ...
— Birds and Poets • John Burroughs
... 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 ...
— Fletcher of Madeley • Brigadier Margaret Allen
... will ne'er go right: Would you know the reason why? He follows his nose where'er he goes, And that stands ...
— Pinafore Palace • Various
... is slowly waning, Evening breezes softly, softly moan; Wilt thou ne'er heed my complaining, Canst thou leave me thus alone? Stay with me, my darling, stay! And, like a dream, thy life shall pass away, Like ...
— Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks - A Picture of New England Home Life • Charles Felton Pidgin
... instructions to his son and his grieve?—"Be ye aye stickin' in a tree, Johnny; it will be growin' when ye are sleepin'!" while he cautions the grieve, "Now mind that black park; it never gied me onything, ne'er gie ...
— Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character • Edward Bannerman Ramsay
... rushed Eusden, and cried, 'Who shall have it, But I, the true Laureate, to whom the King gave it?' Apollo begged pardon, and granted his claim, But vowed, though, till then, he ne'er heard of ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 11, September, 1858 • Various
... young man had run aground, As such young men are apt to do; His creditors swore and his mistress frowned, His breeches pockets held ne'er a sou, His boots were getting out at the toes, His hat was seedy, and so were his clothes, And, as he wandered the city around, He could not think of a single friend Slow to dun and prompt to lend, Whose ...
— Continental Monthly , Vol I, Issue I, January 1862 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... thou shalt ne'er make thine!" Gunther shouted. "Dost think to grasp Gutrune's dower?" The two men fell a-fighting; and Hagen, piercing Gunther's breast, sprang aside, while Gunther fell dead. Instantly Hagen leaped toward Siegfried's ...
— Operas Every Child Should Know - Descriptions of the Text and Music of Some of the Most Famous Masterpieces • Mary Schell Hoke Bacon
... result he had had to stand aside and see all sorts of gentry taken on for the numerous expeditions that were constantly being arranged: runaway seamen, cooks, stewards, and stokers from the ships, gangers and navvies from the railways, ne'er-do-wells of all descriptions, with but here and there an old "river digger," or genuine prospector to ...
— A Rip Van Winkle Of The Kalahari - Seven Tales of South-West Africa • Frederick Cornell
... day, and still she sighed For love, and was not satisfied; Until one night, when the moonlight Turned all the trees to silver white, She heard, what ne'er she heard before, A steady hand undo the door. The nightingale since set of sun Her throbbing music had not done, And she had listened silently; But now the wind had changed, and she Heard the sweet song ...
— The Germ - Thoughts towards Nature in Poetry, Literature and Art • Various
... flows of guiltless joys On fools and villains ne'er descend; In vain for thee the tyrant sighs, And hugs a flatterer ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... we meet beyond the River, Where the surges cease to roll, Where, in all the bright forever, Sorrow ne'er shall press ...
— Cape Cod Folks • Sarah P. McLean Greene
... write it in a scroll That ne'er shall be outworn, When He the nations doth enroll, That this man there was born: Both they who sing and they who dance With sacred songs are there; In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, ...
— The Life of John Milton Vol. 3 1643-1649 • David Masson
... the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman ...
— The Rime of the Ancient Mariner • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... brilliants have not lost a ray Of lustre, since her wedding day. But see—upon that pearly chain— How dim lies Time's discolouring stain! I've seen that by her daughter worn: For, ere she died, a child was born;— A child that ne'er its mother knew, That lone, and almost friendless grew; For, ever, when its step drew nigh, Averted was the father's eye; And then, a life impure and wild Made him a stranger to his child: Absorbed in vice, he ...
— Poems • (AKA Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronte) Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
... grimly begging As the sunset-fire grew dim. The rich said "You are welcome." Yea, even the rich were good. How strange that in their feasting His songs were understood! The doors of the poor were open, The poor who had wandered too, Who had slept with ne'er a roof-tree Under the wind and dew. The minds of the poor were open, Their dark mistrust was dead. They loved his wizard stories, They bought his rhymes with bread. Those were his days of glory, Of faith in his fellow-men. ...
— General William Booth enters into Heaven and other Poems • Vachel Lindsay
... It ne'er was apparel'd with art, On words it could never rely; It reign'd in the throb of my heart, It gleam'd in ...
— The Man of Feeling • Henry Mackenzie
... the seer when he shall view Their charms displayed before his wondering eyes. With Sam-kha, Joy, the seer you will surprise; Khar-im-tu will thy plans successful end, To her seductive glance his pride will bend. Sweet Sam-kha's charms are known, she is our Joy, As Ishtar's aid her charms ne'er cloy; Kharun-tu with her perfect face and form, The hearts of all our court doth take by storm: When joys by our sweet Sam-kha are distilled, Kharun-tu's love overcomes us till we yield. Thus, armed with Love's Seduction and her Joy, The greatest powers of earth thou ...
— Babylonian and Assyrian Literature • Anonymous
... if he loath'd my thoughts, then paus'd a space. "Sir," he resumed, "a sad death Hannah died; Her husband—kill'd her, or his own son lied. Vain is your voyage o'er the briny wave, If here you seek her grave—she had no grave! The terror-stricken murderer fled before His crime was known, and ne'er was heard of more. The poor boy died, sir! uttering fearful cries In his last dreams, and with his glaring eyes, And troubled hands, seem'd acting, as it were, His mother's fate. Yes, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. XIX. No. 541, Saturday, April 7, 1832 • Various
... Ruth, seating herself at the harpsichord and singing "The Frog he would a-wooing go," "The Fine Old English Gentleman," and then with a pathos that brought tears to the eyes of the commander-in-chief, "True Love can ne'er forget." ...
— Daughters of the Revolution and Their Times - 1769 - 1776 A Historical Romance • Charles Carleton Coffin
... cavern's mouth of shade; She smiles upon the singing brook, With sparkles filling every nook That lurks about its dimpled face, Giving its deepest shadows grace, And breathing on its grassy mane A gloss it ne'er can hope to gain Beneath the sun's more kingly ray. Weirdly the purling waters play In her embrace; then break away To vanish under bending boughs, But ...
— Indian Legends of Minnesota • Various
... ne'er hast known a mother's love, Save what my heart hath given; Thy fair young mother—long years since— Found rest in yonder Heaven. Where waves and dashing spray ran high We took thee from her grasp; All vainly had the Tyrant striven To rend ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII. No. 5. May 1848 • Various
... mouth as well, but with it never drink. A body, too, is mine, of giant growth and strength, Combining with its force majestic length. But, as to feet, of them I have not one, Though I am never still, but always run. Ne'er was I known to leave my lowly bed, Or ope my mouth so ...
— St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, September 1878, No. 11 • Various
... I'll relieve ye, my Lord Durie. It'll ne'er be said that a Lord o' Session stood in need o' relief, and a Border riever in the court, wha has a hundred times made the doubtin' stirk tak ae road (maybe Gilnockie-ways) in preference ...
— Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 2 - Historical, Traditional, and Imaginative • Alexander Leighton
... my lov'd sire, farewell! Though we are doom'd on earth to meet no more, Still memory lives, and still I must adore! And long this throbbing heart shall mourn, Though thou to these sad eyes wilt ne'er return! Yet shall remembrance dwell On all thy sorrows through life's stormy sea, When fate's resistless whirlwinds shed Unnumber'd tempests round thy head, The varying ills of ...
— Beaux and Belles of England • Mary Robinson
... wreck the whelming waters pass'd, The helpless crew sunk in the roaring main! Henry's faint accents trembled in the blast— 'Farewel, my love!—we ne'er shall ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... "is it not annoying? that dreadful man with the wooden leg is here, and collecting a crowd round the place. Good morning, Mr Gordon. It is the poor woman's ne'er-do-well husband. She is herself so decent and respectable, that she will be greatly harassed. What can we do, Mr Whittlestaff? Can't we get a policeman?" In this way the conversation was led away to the affairs of Sergeant and Mrs Baggett, ...
— An Old Man's Love • Anthony Trollope
... at his work would amuse his patrons with thrilling stories of his adventures, or with the details of city life. In this way Fox got acquainted with many people who knew the Coxes when they were living at Morrisville, and they unanimously gave Josh. the character of a "ne'er do weel," although there was nothing against him but his laziness. Josh. had lived for three years in Morrisville, and but very little was known of his previous life. His wife was known as a hard-working woman, and that was all that could be learned about her. ...
— The Expressman and the Detective • Allan Pinkerton
... if you bear with my whimsies I shall thank you for your company. This ale, I try to believe, will last my time. If a company corrupt it, I forswear all fermented liquor, and go to the grave on mere element—'honest water which ne'er left man in the mire.' But I hope ...
— Our Friend the Charlatan • George Gissing
... wine-cup high, The sparkling liquor pour; For we will care and grief defy, They ne'er shall plague us more. And ere the snowy foam From off the wine departs, The precious draught shall find a home, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 17, No. 476, Saturday, February 12, 1831 • Various
... WOMAN (holding up her hands). To hear him! (Chuckling to herself.) Keep on! Keep on! You'll ne'er be sorry for it! Aha, Master Franklin, 'twill take no gazing in the crystal to see that the future of a wise and industrious lad is made of gold. What's that you're carrying as carefully as if 'twas ...
— Patriotic Plays and Pageants for Young People • Constance D'Arcy Mackay
... each one should be, he sees the form and rule, And till he reach to that, his joy can ne'er be full.' RUCKERT. ...
— North and South • Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
... himself. 'I have never seen the lad but once, when he was a bairn. But I've kept eyes on him. He has nothing, and since I came to London I hear that he has gone gyte, I mean—ye'll not understand me—he is plighted to a long-legged shop-lass, the daughter of a ne'er-do-well Australian land-louper, a doctor. This must not be. Now I'll speak plain to you, plainer than to Tod and Brock, my doers—ye call them lawyers. They did not ...
— The Disentanglers • Andrew Lang
... babie that ne'er saw the sun, All alane and alane, oh! His bodie shall lie in the kirk 'neath the rain, All alane ...
— The Child and Childhood in Folk-Thought • Alexander F. Chamberlain
... hark! she sings 'she does not love me': She loves to say she ne'er can love. To me her beauty she denies,— Bending the while on me those eyes, Whose beams might charm the mountain leopard, Or lure Jove's ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 104, June, 1866 • Various
... to know who I am? My name will tell you nothing. In the sum total of humanity I am merely a pawn which is given a certain number upon entrance into this world and retains the same at the time of its exit. I am a cell of feeling long ago registered and classified by my fellow-beings as a 'ne'er-do-well,'" he ...
— The Comedienne • Wladyslaw Reymont
... bid the world be just; and blame her not: She ne'er was made for justice: Take what she gives thee, leave all griefs aside, for now to fair and Then to ...
— The Life of Sir Richard Burton • Thomas Wright
... demands Wonders at universal Nature's Hands, Sage, young, victorious, valiant, and august, Mild as severe, and powerful as he's just, His Passions, and his Foes alike to foil, And noblest Pleasures join to noblest Toil; His righteous Projects ne'er to misapply, Hear and see all, and act incessantly: He who can this, can all; he needs but dare, And Heaven in nothing will refuse his Prayer. Let Lewis but command, these Bounds shall move, And trees grow vocal as Dodona's Grove. Ye Nymphs and Demi-Gods, whose Presence fills ...
— The Bores • Moliere
... Being thwarted by some fear, that man to me Appears, and ever hath appeared, most vile. He too hath no high place in mine esteem, Who sets his friend before his fatherland. Let Zeus whose eye sees all eternally Be here my witness. I will ne'er keep silence When danger lours upon my citizens Who looked for safety, nor make him my friend Who doth not love my country. For I know Our country carries us, and whilst her helm Is held aright we gain good friends and true. ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... of the Letter-bags; And Dilkius Radicalis, Who ne'er in combat lags; And Graecus Professorius, Beloved of fair Sabrine, From the grey Elms—beneath whose shade A hospitable banquet laid, Had heroes e'en of cowards made.— ...
— Sagittulae, Random Verses • E. W. Bowling
... not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; 20 From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like ...
— Selections From Poe • J. Montgomery Gambrill
... the soup, Nell?" said David that day at dinner, as he fished a mass of curious substance out of the pot. "Many a queer thing have I fished up i' the trawl from the bottom o' the North Sea, but ne'er afore did I make such a haul as this in a ...
— The Young Trawler • R.M. Ballantyne
... looked without, and lo! my sonne Came riding downe with might and main: He raised a shout as he drew on, Till all the welkin rang again, 'Elizabeth! Elizabeth!' (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath ...
— Lives of Girls Who Became Famous • Sarah Knowles Bolton
... upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain! But when I speak thou dost not say, What thou ne'er left'st unsaid; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary! thou ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851. • Various
... not be, my friend? Think you 'tis a pleasure to be the foot of that many-legged monster, a republic? No—thanks be to him who gives it wings, and deprives the feet of their functions! Let Gianettino be the duke, affairs of state shall ne'er lie heavy ...
— The Works of Frederich Schiller in English • Frederich Schiller
... of shade, Above, no plaintive rustling made; That moon, that ne'er its orb has fill'd, ...
— Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 366, April, 1846 • Various
... chaffed the passers-by. Now and then, when he could wheedle some fractional currency out of Margaret, he spent it like a crown-prince at The Wee Drop around the corner. With that fine magnetism which draws together birds of a feather, he shortly drew about him all the ne'er-do-weels ...
— A Rivermouth Romance • Thomas Bailey Aldrich
... sudden found that he possessed this relative, and it seemed to him almost too good to be true. That the relative had never before noticed his existence, that he was supposed to be a trifler and a ne'er-do-weel, ...
— The Purple Heights • Marie Conway Oemler
... sufficed with many of Mr. Wood's neighbours to condone the "fact" that he had been a convict, I agreed with Alister that Dennis ought not to risk the possible ill effects of what, as he said, had a ne'er-do-weel, out-at-elbows, or, at last and least, an uncommon look about it; and that having resumed his proper social position, our Irish comrade would be wise to keep it in the eyes he cared ...
— We and the World, Part II. (of II.) - A Book for Boys • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met and never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. ...
— Platform Monologues • T. G. Tucker
... crown the scalp; I'd pause to hear soft Venice streams plash back to boatman's oar, Or hearken to the Western flood in wild and falling roar; I'd tread the vast of mountain range, or spot serene and flower'd, I ne'er could see too many of the wonders God has shower'd; Yet though I stood on fairest earth, beneath the bluest heaven, Could I forget our summer sky, our ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... from heaven to cleave roof and clear place, . . . . then flood And purify the scene with outside day— Which yet, in the absolutest drench of dark, Ne'er wants its witness, some stray beauty-beam ...
— Browning as a Philosophical and Religious Teacher • Henry Jones
... I could not tell But I can say I know full well My soul ne'er found sweet peace one day And with earth ...
— Preliminary Report of the Commission Appointed by the University • The Seybert Commission
... God, how terrible art thou To sinners ne'er so young! Grant me thy grace and teach me how To tame ...
— Divine Songs • Isaac Watts
... boy's (Bob's) cookery language, and Madame Le Roi's. What with fillets of roses and fillets of veal, Things garni with lace, and things garni with eel, One's hair and one's cutlets both en papillote, And a thousand more things I shall ne'er have ...
— A Poetical Cook-Book • Maria J. Moss
... Sultan, an infidel Turk, Who ne'er in his life had done any work, Rode along to the bath, he saw Hassan the black, With two monstrous water-skins high on ...
— Memoirs • Charles Godfrey Leland
... snow-flakes, Solemn snow-flakes! How they whiten, melt and die. In what cold and shroud-like masses O'er the buried earth they lie. Lie as though the frozen plain Ne'er would bloom with flowers again. Surely nothing do I know, Half so solemn as the snow, Half so solemn, solemn, solemn, ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... always masterly. Nothing could be truer to Nature, more nicely distinguished as to idiosyncrasy, while alike in expression and in limited range of ideas, or more truly comic, than the two that figure in this story. Nick Whickson, too, the good-natured ne'er-do-well, who is in his own and everybody's way till he finds his natural vocation as an aid to a dealer in horses, is a capital sketch. The hypochondriac Squire Plumworthy is very good, also, in his way, though he verges once or twice ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 6, Issue 35, September, 1860 • Various
... again for blissful rides Shall our shouting offspring clamber Up your broad and beetling sides; Ne'er again, when eventide's Coming turns the skies to amber And the fluting blackbirds call, Poised above a bale of fodder In your well-appointed stall Will you muse upon ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, March 10th, 1920 • Various
... till 'im !" cried the Partaness. "Wha wad hae thoucht it o' 'im? There's fowk 'at it sets weel to tak upo' them! His father, honest man, wad ne'er hae spoken like that to Meg Partan; but syne he was an honest man, though he was but the heid shepherd upo' the estate. Man, I micht hae been yer mither—gien I had been auld eneuch for 's first wife, for he wad fain hae had me ...
— The Marquis of Lossie • George MacDonald
... no stuffing gear! No feather bed, nor e'en a pillow here! But all good honest flesh, and blood, and bone, And weighing, more or less—some thirty stone. Upon the northern coast, by chance, we caught him: And hither, in a broad-wheel'd waggon, brought him; For in a chaise the varlet ne'er could enter, And no mail-coach on such a fare would venture. Blest with unwieldiness, at least his size Will favour find in every critic's eyes; And should his humour, and his mimic art, Bear due ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 364, February 1846 • Various
... in dim, drowsy depths of a dream do I dare to delight in deliciously dreaming Cows there may be of a passionate purple,—cows of a violent violet-hue; Ne'er have I seen such a sight, I am certain it is but a demi- delirious dreaming— Ne'er may I happily harbor a hesitant hope in my heart that my dream may come true. Sad is my soul, and my senses are sobbing, so strong ...
— The Re-echo Club • Carolyn Wells
... failure of all his enterprises, and discredited with the government, from which he vainly sought some reparation for the violence done to his journal; worst of all, he found himself without honor at home, where he was looked upon as a ne'er-do-well and a disgrace to the reputation of a fine old military family. As a last resort he applied for reinstatement in the army, it being a time when Prussia seemed to be girding herself for another struggle with Napoleon. But the attempt to borrow enough ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IV • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... mark'd his eye—it beam'd with gladness, His ceaseless smile and joyous air, His infant soul had ne'er felt sadness, Nor kenn'd he yet but life was fair. His chubby cheek with genuine mirth Blown out—while all around him smiled, And fairy-land to him seemed earth, I envied ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 17, No. - 488, May 7, 1831 • Various
... pines which crown the steep Their fires might ne'er surrender! Oh that yon fervid knoll might keep, While lasts the ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 10, August, 1858 • Various
... whose childhood ne'er departs! Jesus, with the perfect father! Drive the age from parents' hearts; To thy ...
— The Poetical Works of George MacDonald in Two Volumes, Volume I • George MacDonald
... of Gaiety and Innocence! The moment when the fatal fruit was eaten, They parted ne'er to meet again; and Malice Has ever since been playmate to light Gaiety, From the first moment when the smiling infant Destroys the flower or butterfly he toys with, To the last chuckle of the dying miser, Who on his deathbed laughs his last to hear His wealthy neighbour ...
— The Talisman • Sir Walter Scott
... entertain a torchlight procession of the Young Imperialists' Flambeau [C]lub, which was collecting a campaign contribution in the semblance of our alfalfa stack. The spectacle of citizens taking an active [p]art in the issues before their country ne'er fails to rouse in us a spirit of collaboration, so [w]hat could we do but join heartily in the celebration, so that a most excellent time was had. Later our editorial staff, a score who in our canefields teach the tender ...
— The Missourian • Eugene P. (Eugene Percy) Lyle
... ill, to like him that ne'er it likes] Parolles, in answer to the question, how one shall lose virginity to her own liking? plays upon the word liking, and says, she must do ill, for virginity, to be so lost, must like him ...
— Johnson's Notes to Shakespeare Vol. I Comedies • Samuel Johnson
... Judith Grey had been children of a little "smock-frock" farmer, and had not been entirely without breeding; but Molly had been the eldest, and had looked after the babies, and done much of the work of the farm, till she plunged into an early and most foolish marriage with the ne'er-do-well member of the old sawyer's family, and had been going deeper into the ...
— The Carbonels • Charlotte M. Yonge
... looked at the speaker with a puzzled gaze. "The owndes!" he exclaimed. "They'll ne'er trouble the rope, I'm thinking." He evidently could not settle it in his mind that his young companions were not mad. Buttar and Ernest laughed heartily at his look ...
— Ernest Bracebridge - School Days • William H. G. Kingston
... For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. in Nine Volumes - Volume the Eighth: The Lives of the Poets, Volume II • Samuel Johnson
... Therefore on this mould Slowly do I bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits; and but lend Belief to that the Satyr tells: Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better nor more true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good; Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose teeth crack ...
— Jesse Cliffe • Mary Russell Mitford
... spirit, seer, I've watched and sought my life-time long; Sought him in heaven, hell, earth and air— An endless search, and always wrong! Had I but seen his glorious eye Once light the clouds that 'wilder me, I ne'er had raised this coward cry To cease to think, and cease to be; I ne'er had called oblivion blest, Nor, stretching eager hands to death, Implored to change for senseless rest This ...
— Emily Bront • A. Mary F. (Agnes Mary Frances) Robinson
... lonely; Then love as they love who would live to love only! Closer yet, eyes of jet—breasts fair and sweet! No eyes flash like those eyes that flash as they meet! Weave brightly, wear lightly, the warm-woven chain, Love on for to-night if we ne'er love again. Fond youths! happy maidens! we are not alone! Bright steps and sweet voices keep pace with our own, Love-lorn Lusignuolo, the soft-sighing breeze, The rose with the zephyr, the wind with the trees. While heaven blushing pleasure, is full of love notes, Soft down ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 3, August, 1850. • Various
... hear. You sit forever gluing, patching; You cook the scraps from others' fare; And from your heap of ashes hatching A starveling flame, ye blow it bare! Take children's, monkeys' gaze admiring, If such your taste, and be content; But ne'er from heart to heart you'll speak inspiring, Save your own heart ...
— Faust • Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
... a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery; Or the Mariner, worn and wan, Ne'er thus could ...
— Shelley • Sydney Waterlow
... hearts Enchant of all, who on their coast arrive The wretch, who unforewarn'd approaching, hears The Sirens' voice, his wife and little ones Ne'er fly to gratulate his glad return; But him the Sirens sitting in the meads Charm with mellifluous song, although he see Bones heap'd around them, and the mouldering skins Of hapless ...
— The Works of the Rev. Hugh Binning • Hugh Binning |
