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More "E'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... a life, And one can make it. Hold firm thy will for strife, Lest a quick blow break it! Even now from far, on viewless wing, Hither speeds the nameless thing Shall put thy spirit to the test. Haply or e'er yon sinking sun Shall drop behind the purple West All shall be ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... one chance slip and casual throw, The 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
... 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 ...
— Out in the Forty-Five - Duncan Keith's Vow • Emily Sarah Holt
... love you, O, how dearly, Words too faintly but express; This heart beats too sincerely, E'er in life to love you less; No, my fancy never ranges, Hopes like mine, can never soar; If the love I cherish, changes, 'Twill only ...
— "Co. Aytch" - Maury Grays, First Tennessee Regiment - or, A Side Show of the Big Show • Sam R. Watkins
... shepherds on the lawn, Or e'er the point of dawn, Sat simply chatting in a rustic row; Full little thought they then That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their ...
— The World's Best Poetry Volume IV. • Bliss Carman
... a Schloss on—something-Stein, And became the first of as proud a line As e'er took toll on the river, When barons, perched in their castles high, On the valley would keep a watchful eye, And pounce on travellers with their cry, ...
— Atlantic Monthly Vol. 6, No. 33, July, 1860 • Various
... a child in years, the bright-eyed maid, Yet with heart of gold and mother wit Working e'er to save our colony from ruin. He who dares vile slander make or evil think Is unworthy woman's love ...
— Pocahontas. - A Poem • Virginia Carter Castleman
... mine eye again, Where as I saw walking under the tower, Full secretly, new comyn her to plain, The fairest and the freshest younge flower That e'er I saw, methought, before that hour; For which sudden abate, anon did start The blood of all ...
— Windsor Castle • William Harrison Ainsworth
... In ancient times, e'er Israel knew the way Of kingly power, when judges bore the sway: A certain man of Bethlehem Juda fled, By reason of a famine that o'erspread The land, into the land of Moab, where He and his wife, and sons, sojourners were. His name Elimelech, his eldest ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... joys that were felt when we pass'd by the shore Where no footsteps of Man had e'er yet been imprest, When rose in the distance no mountain-tops hoar As the sun of the ev'ning bright gilded the west, Full swiftly they fled—and that hour, too, is gone When we gain'd the meridian, assign'd as a bound To entitle our crews to their country's first boon, Hail'd by ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 35, June 29, 1850 • Various
... 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 generous gifts ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... introduced me to the Soaping-Club;[8] Where ev'ry Tuesday eve our ears are blest With genuine humour, and with genuine jest: The voice of mirth ascends the list'ning sky, While, "soap his own beard, every man," you cry. Say, who could e'er indulge a yawn or nap, When Barclay roars forth snip, and Bainbridge snap?[9] Tell me how I your favours may return; With thankfulness and gratitude I burn. I've one advice, oh! take it I implore! Search out America's untrodden shore; There seek some ...
— Boswell's Correspondence with the Honourable Andrew Erskine, and His Journal of a Tour to Corsica • James Boswell
... borrowed laws of clay, nor brute, Can e'er the freeman's spirit suit! He gave him choice!—Hark! how he thunders! Through human strife—nor is ...
— Song-waves • Theodore H. Rand
... 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 ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
... who, from afar, 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 ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... neglect, to officiate in his room. Vain amorous Coxcombs every where are found, Fops for all uses, but the Stage abound. Though you shou'd change them oftener than your Fashions, There still wou'd be enough for your Occasions: But ours are not so easily supplied, All that cou'd e'er quit cost, we have already tried. Nay, dear sometimes have bought the Frippery stuff. | This, Widows, you—I mean the old and tough— | Will never think, be they but Fool ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. III • Aphra Behn
... yon lordling's slave, By Nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn? Or why has man the will and power ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... hail! Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove, No calmer strand, No sweeter land, Will e'er ye view, ...
— John Marr and Other Poems • Herman Melville
... Annual Register VERSION I lately thought no man alive Could e'er improve past forty-five, And ventured to assert it; The observation was not new, But seem'd to me so just and true, That none could ...
— Life Of Johnson, Volume 4 (of 6) • Boswell
... Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave; And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid ...
— The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book • Various
... if ane wadnae think, to hear ye, this was the first bairn that e'er was born! 'What'sa' the fraize aboot, ye gowks?" (to his daughters)—"a whingin get! that'll tak mail' oot o' fowk's pockets than e'er it'll pit into them! Mony a guid profitable beast's been brought into the warld and ne'er ...
— Marriage • Susan Edmonstone Ferrier
... reputation. He dwelt in the street called Hanover-Square, (You'll know where it is if you ever was there Next door to the dwelling of Mr. Brownjohn, Who now to the drug-shop of Pluto is gone) But what do I say—who e'er came to town, And knew not Hugh Gaine at the Bible ...
— Forgotten Books of the American Nursery - A History of the Development of the American Story-Book • Rosalie V. Halsey
... that buy and sell, With fish-scale eyes, and yellow corn-silk hair, Or with the stone-men chase the giant game. But wander where you may, no land can claim A sky so fair as ours; the sun each day Circles the earth with glaring eye, but sees No lakes or plains so beautiful as these; Nor e'er hath trod or shall upon the earth A race like ours of true Dakota birth. Our chiefs and sages, who so wise as they To counsel or to lead in peace or war, And heal the sick by deep mysterious law. Our beauteous warriors, lithe of limb ...
— Indian Legends of Minnesota • Various
... words and manner, Maude raised her eyes wonderingly to his, and looking into the shining orbs, he thought how soft, how beautiful they were, but little, little did he dream their light would e'er be quenched in midnight darkness. A while longer they talked together, Mr. De Vere promising to send a servant to take her home in the morning. Then, as the sun had set and the night shadows were deepening in the room, they bade each other good-by, and ...
— Cousin Maude • Mary J. Holmes
... 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
... mire, and are wet yit: I shall make you a fire, if ye will sit. A horse would I hire; think ye on it. Well quit is my hire, my dream—this is it. A season. I have bairns if ye knew, Well more than enew,[161] But we must drink as we brew, And that is but reason. I would ye dined e'er ye yode:[162] ...
— Everyman and Other Old Religious Plays, with an Introduction • Anonymous
... 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
... elder comic poets, great and small, If e'er a worthy in those ancient times Deserved peculiar notice for his crimes, Adulterer, cut-throat, ne'er-do-well, or thief, Portrayed him without fear in strong relief. From these, as lineal heir, Lucilius springs, The same in all points save the tune he sings, A shrewd ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace
... rules thy destiny no 110 Was ruled, ere earth began, by me: It was a World as fresh and fair As e'er revolved round Sun in air; Its course was free and regular, Space bosomed not a lovelier star. The Hour arrived—and it became A wandering mass of shapeless flame, A pathless Comet, and a curse, The menace of the Universe; Still ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 • Lord Byron
... his love, for it e'er will last; It is rich and warm and free; Through the years of life it will hold me fast, And my help and comfort be. To my waiting heart all its treasures rare, As a sparkling stream shall flow; In the joy of God I shall ever ...
— Heart Talks • Charles Wesley Naylor
... Power on Earth can e'er divide The Knot that sacred Love hath ty'd. When Parents draw against our Mind, The True-Love's Knot they faster bind. Oh, oh ray, oh Amborah—oh, ...
— The Beggar's Opera • John Gay
... ill-govern'd 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 breath Which straight pronounced ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... Why trembled each heart like the surf on the shore? In a marvellous legend of old it is said, That the cross where the Holy One suffered and bled Was built of the aspen, whose pale silver leaf, Has ever more quivered with horror and grief; And e'er since the hour, when thy pinion of light Was sullied in Eden, and doomed, through a night Of Sin and of Sorrow, to struggle above, Hast thou been ...
— Indian Legends and Other Poems • Mary Gardiner Horsford
... 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 day, ...
— The Kellys and the O'Kellys • Anthony Trollope
... both, Whose hearts responsive have remained To the impressions of our youth, The all-entrancing joys of love— Young ladies, if ye ever strove The mystic lines to tear away A lover's letter might convey, Or into bold hands anxiously Have e'er a precious tress consigned, Or even, silent and resigned, When separation's hour drew nigh, Have felt love's agitated kiss With tears, ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... times were present still! But wherefore fret myself with hopes so vain?— The silly thought doth find no shelter here,— That any beauty, with dark roguish eyes, With sparkling blood, and rising warmth of youth, Would e'er affect this wrinkled face of mine:— The very thought doth smack of foolishness!— And, though the truth may be a bitter pill, Yet,— It is most ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 12, - Issue 331, September 13, 1828 • Various
... 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
... when mankind are so fond of incredulity, that they seem to pique themselves in contracting their circle of belief as much as possible. But I consider this infidel rage as but a temporary mode of the human understanding, and am well persuaded that e'er long we shall return to a more ...
— Boswell's Correspondence with the Honourable Andrew Erskine, and His Journal of a Tour to Corsica • James Boswell
... should e'er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be dispos'd from your service to rove, Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse, And try the effect, of the first ...
— Byron's Poetical Works, Vol. 1 • Byron
... will pull down The Eagle and Imperial Crown, And his Bear-like growls we soon will drown, With, Let us give it him, Charley. For while England and France go hand in hand They conquer must by sea and land, For no Russian foe can e'er withstand, So brave a man as Charley. Our ...
— Drake, Nelson and Napoleon • Walter Runciman
... 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 breast of this ...
— Sprays of Shamrock • Clinton Scollard
... storms above Have bowed these fragile towers, Still o'er the graves yon locust grove Shall swing its Orient flowers; And I would ask no mouldering bust, If e'er this humble line, Which breathed a sigh o'er other's dust, Might call a tear ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... mastiffs and the greyhounds young Actaeon leads, When destiny directs him into the doubtful and neglected way, Upon the track of savage beasts in forests wild. And here, between the waters, he sees a bust and face more beautiful than e'er was seen By mortal or divine, of scarlet, alabaster, and fine gold; He sees, and the great hunter straight becomes that which he hunts. The stag, that towards still thicker shades now goes with lighter steps, His own great dogs swiftly devour. So I extend my thoughts ...
— The Heroic Enthusiasts,(1 of 2) (Gli Eroici Furori) - An Ethical Poem • Giordano Bruno
... And if e'er you should come down to the village or the town, With the cold rain for your garland, and the wind for your renown, You will stand upon the thresholds with a face or dumb desire, Nor be known ...
— Poems • Alice Meynell
... antique Gem Cat-Pie Legend Authors The Critic The Dilettante and the Critic The Wrangler The Yelpers The Stork's Vocation Celebrity Playing at Priests Songs Poetry A Parable Should e'er the loveless day remain A Plan the Muses entertained The Death of the Fly By the River The Fox and Crane The Fox and Huntsman The Frogs The Wedding Burial Threatening Signs The Buyers The Mountain Village ...
— The Poems of Goethe • Goethe
... 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, 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 ...
— Poems Every Child Should Know - The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library • Various
... Who has e'er been at Drury must needs know the Stranger A wailing old Methodist, gloomy and wan, A husband suspicious—his wife acted Ranger, She took to her heels, and left poor Hypocon. Her martial gallant swore that truth was a libel, That marriage was thraldom, elopement no sin; Quoth she, I remember ...
— Rejected Addresses: or, The New Theatrum Poetarum • James and Horace Smith
... I love My Polydore beyond all worldly joys; And would not shock his quiet, to be blest With greater happiness than man e'er tasted. ...
— The Orphan - or, The Unhappy Marriage • Thomas Otway
... Mouton Rosalie, A coryphee who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree, Was every bit as pretty as a French girl e'er can be (Which ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
... in heart and hand, A gallant and courageous band, If e'er a foe dares look awry, We'll one and ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... our freedom, As all preceding emperors had done? Did he judge righteous judgment, or afford Shelter or stay to innocence oppressed? Nay, did he e'en give audience to the envoys We sent to lay our grievances before him? Not one of all these things e'er did the king. And had we not ourselves achieved our rights By resolute valor our necessities Had never touched him. Gratitude to him! Within these vales he sowed not gratitude. He stood upon an eminence—he might Have been a very ...
— The Works of Frederich Schiller in English • Frederich Schiller
... first was ever seen, Or more lovely, colder, brighter, e'er I ween; If you make a second of me, surely then With practice you might hit a dozen men; Lo! total, with its leaves of darkest green, In some gardens, in summer, may ...
— Golden Days for Boys and Girls, Vol. XIII, Nov. 28, 1891 • Various
... put the Bootees on your foot, Elope with Virgo, strive to shoot That arrow of O'Ryan's, Drain Georgian Ciders to the lees, Attempt what crackbrained thing you please, But dream not you can e'er appease An angry ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 10, August, 1858 • Various
... e'er these lines survey, Dismiss from thence its penetrating ray: Let Criticism then her distance keep, And dreaded Justice then be lull'd to sleep; For, let whatever sentence be their due, I feel I cannot censure bear ...
— Elegies and Other Small Poems • Matilda Betham
... she sick? why then be sure She invites thee to the cure. Doth she cross thy suit with "No"? Tush! she loves to hear thee woo. Doth she call the faith of men In question? nay, she loves thee then, And if e'er she makes a blot, She's lost if that thou hit'st ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various
... joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold ...
— Practical Ethics • William DeWitt Hyde
... their learning taught; in speech Right gentle, yet so wise; princely of mien, Yet softly mannered; modest, deferent, And tender-hearted, though of fearless blood: No bolder horseman in the youthful band E'er rode in gay chase of the shy gazelles; No keener driver of the chariot In mimic contest scoured the palace courts: Yet in mid-play the boy would oft-times pause, Letting the deer pass free; would oft-times yield ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 2 • Charles Dudley Warner
... to thee, stamped with a seal, Far, far more ennobling than monarch e'er set, With the blood of thy race, offered up for the weal Of a nation that swears by ...
— Lady John Russell • Desmond MacCarthy and Agatha Russell
... it is quite true No one e'er before to-day Sent so wondrous a bouquet As these posies aforesaid— Roses blue and ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field
... Would creep within my breast, Oh! could I live to see thy top In all its beauty dress'd. That time's arrived; I've had my wish, And lived to eighty-five; I'll thank my God who gave such grace As long as e'er I live. Still when the morning Sun in Spring, Whilst I enjoy my sight, Shall gild thy new-clothed Beech and sides, I'll ...
— Highways & Byways in Sussex • E.V. Lucas
... hath e'er seen such a sweet Maiden Queen, As Marian, the pride of the forester's green? A sweet garden-flower, she blooms in the bower, Where alone to this hour the wild rose has been: We hail her in duty the queen of all beauty: We will live, we will die, by ...
— Maid Marian • Thomas Love Peacock
... silent you 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 ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various
... in a precious hurry to catch us, if they do catch us," exclaimed Job Truefitt. "Give way, mates: if we can't keep ahead of a crew of frog-eaters, we desarves to be caught and shut up in the darkest prison in the land, without e'er a quid o' baccy to chaw, or a glass o' grog to ...
— Ronald Morton, or the Fire Ships - A Story of the Last Naval War • W.H.G. Kingston
... Robert near— Fie! what filthy hands are here— Who that e'er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine, Work itself of hands divine, Strong, yet delicately knit, For ten thousand uses fit, Overlaid with so clear skin You may see the blood ...
— Books for Children - The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Vol. 3 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... and her Sister meet, Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide? Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet, Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide? Or dark sierras rise in craggy pride? Or fence of art, like China's vasty wall? - Ne barrier wall, ne river deep and wide, Ne ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... thread is spun; All pomp and pride I e'er did shun; Rich and poor alike must die; Peasants and kings in dust must lie; The best physicians cannot save Themselves or patients ...
— Children of the Mist • Eden Phillpotts
... 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 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 burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding ...
— Poems of Coleridge • Coleridge, ed Arthur Symons
... and as I had taken lessons before, in three months I could play and sing "Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee," tolerably well. But Mrs. Lane persisted in affirming that I had a dramatic talent, and as she supposed that I never should be an actress, I must bring it out in singing; so I persevered, and, thanks to her, improved so much that people said, when ...
— The Morgesons • Elizabeth Stoddard
... more, since thou art dead, Shall we e'er bring coy brides to bed, No more, at yearly festivals, We cowslip balls Or chains of columbines shall make, For this or that occasion's sake. No, no! our maiden pleasures be Wrapt ...
— The Crown of Wild Olive • John Ruskin
... new Work: For Amazia, tho' he God did love, Had not cast out Baal's Priests, and cut down every Grove. Too oft Religion's made pretence for Sin, About it in all Ages Strife has been; But Int'rest, which at bottom doth remain, Which still converts all Godliness to Gain, What e'er Pretence is made, is the true Cause, That moves the Priest, and like the Load-stone draws. The Canaanites of Old that Land possess'd, And long therein Idolatry profess'd; Till Sins of Priests, and of the Common Rout, Caus'd God and his good Kings to cast them ...
— Anti-Achitophel (1682) - Three Verse Replies to Absalom and Achitophel by John Dryden • Elkanah Settle et al.
... then spoke out again; "I've built my 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 ...
— The Adventures of A Brownie - As Told to My Child by Miss Mulock • Miss Mulock
... for her! when e'er in winter The winds at night had made a rout, And scatter'd many a lusty splinter, And many a rotten bough about. Yet never had she, well or sick, As every man who knew her says, A pile before-hand, wood or stick, Enough to warm ...
— Lyrical Ballads 1798 • Wordsworth and Coleridge
... Freethinkers," he roars, "You should all block your doors Or be named in the Devil's indentures:" And here I agree, For who e'er would be A Guest ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... cheek was seen; Her meager skeleton scarce cased with skin; Her looks awry; an everlasting scowl Sits on her brow; her teeth deform'd and foul; Her breast had gall more than her breast could hold; Beneath her tongue coats of poison roll'd; No smile e'er smooth'd her furrow'd brow but those Which rose from laughing at another's woes; Her eyes were strangers to the sweets of sleep, Devouring spite for ever waking keep; She sees bless'd men with vast success crown'd, Their joys distract her, and their glories wound; She kills abroad, herself's ...
— Quit Your Worrying! • George Wharton James
... 'twere peace. The palace of the gnome, Tahathyam, for our purpose most were meet; But then, the wave, so cold and fierce, the gloom, The whirlpools, rocks, that guard that deep retreat! Yet there are fountains, which no sunny ray E'er danced upon, and drops come there at last, Which, for whole ages, filtering all the way, Through all the veins of earth, in winding maze have past. These take from mortal beauty every stain, And smooth the unseemly lines of age and pain, With ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 2 August 1848 • Various
... rays, 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 ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 • Various
... to see his face, The reid mune glowerin' on the place, Nae man had e'er sic muckle space To haud his bonnet: An owre yon bonnet on his brow, Set cockit up owre Jeemsie's pow, There waggit, reid as lichtit ...
— Songs of Angus and More Songs of Angus • Violet Jacob
... has no gift Of teaching in the nose that e'er I knew of. You saw no bills set up that promised cure Of agues, ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson
... I 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 ...
— The Comedies of William Congreve - Volume 1 [of 2] • William Congreve
... consternation What poet e'er could trace That at this fatal passage Came o'er Prince Tom his face; The wonder of the ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave—alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall ...
— Elson Grammer School Literature, Book Four. • William H. Elson and Christine Keck
... roar from shore to shore, The small arms loud did rattle. Since wars began, I'm sure no man E'er saw ...
— The Naval History of the United States - Volume 1 (of 2) • Willis J. Abbot
... hast an ear to hear; A heart to love and bless; And, though my notes were e'er so rude, Thou wouldst not hear the less; Because though knowest as they fall, That Love, sweet Love, ...
— Letters of Madam Guyon • P. L. Upham
... is he that weds a Shrew; One that will talk, and wear the Breeches too; Governs, insults, do's what e'er she thinks fit, And he good Man, must to her Will submit; Mannages all Affairs at home, abroad, While he a Cypher seems, and stands for naught; When e'er he speaks, she snaps him, and crys, Pray hold your Tongue, ...
— The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses from Men • Various
... awl thyme new ate lief cell dew sell won praise high prays hie be inn ail road rowed by blue tier so all two time knew ate leaf one due sew tear buy lone hare night clime sight tolled site knights maid cede beech waste bred piece sum plum e'er cent son weight tier rein weigh heart wood paws through fur fare main pare beech meet wrest led bow seen earn plate wear rote peel you berry flew know dough groan links see lye bell great aught foul mean seam moan ...
— The Art Of Writing & Speaking The English Language - Word-Study and Composition & Rhetoric • Sherwin Cody
... morn to whar' she cam' frae. Elder Mackelvine made a grand exhort in the next meeting anent slandering folks; for Janet Caird was a gude text for it; and Kirsty Buchan said, it was a' the gude Pittenloch e'er got oot o' her." ...
— A Daughter of Fife • Amelia Edith Barr
... the lower 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 ...
— The Vision of Hell, Part 1, Illustrated by Gustave Dore - The Inferno • Dante Alighieri, Translated By The Rev. H. F. Cary
... language want, my signs The bird upon the bough divines. No leaf does tremble in the wind, Which I returning cannot find. Out of these scattered Sibyl's leaves, Strange prophecies my fancy weaves: What Rome, Greece, Palestine, e'er said, I in this light Mosaic read. Under this antic cope I move, Like some great prelate of the grove; Then, languishing at ease, I toss On pallets thick with velvet moss; While the wind, cooling through the boughs, Flatters with air my panting brows. Thanks for my rest, ye mossy ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... cannot think of sorrow now: and doubt If e'er I felt it—'tis so dazzled from My memory ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky, Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes; O God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me Thy radiant identity! Thou canst not move across the grass But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, Nor speak, however silently, But my hushed voice will answer Thee. I know the path that tells ...
— Renascence and Other Poems • Edna St. Vincent Millay
... 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 ...
— Riley Love-Lyrics • James Whitcomb Riley
... divine, of rarest virtue; Blisters on the tongue would hurt you. 'Twas but in a sort I blamed thee: None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies ...
— The Works of Charles Lamb in Four Volumes, Volume 4 • Charles Lamb
... 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 ...
— Madame Midas • Fergus Hume
... Now I'm become fine gold, Such gold as none flings lightly to the wind, Fit for the best work eyes shall e'er behold. ...
— The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini • Benvenuto Cellini
... 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 ...
— Cicero's Tusculan Disputations - Also, Treatises On The Nature Of The Gods, And On The Commonwealth • Marcus Tullius Cicero
... 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. ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari. Vol. 1, July 31, 1841 • Various
... in genius, and in speech, The eager guest from far Went searching through the Tuscan soil to find Where he reposed, whose verse sublime Might fitly rank with Homer's lofty rhyme; And oh! to our disgrace he heard Not only that, e'er since his dying day, In other soil his bones in exile lay, But not a stone within thy walls was reared To him, O Florence, whose renown Caused thee to be by all the world revered. Thanks to the brave, ...
— The Poems of Giacomo Leopardi • Giacomo Leopardi
... "As gentle as e'er a lady in the land," said Tony, turning his large black eye round the room, and letting it dwell a moment on the beautiful face of Julia—her heart throbbed with tumultuous emotion at the first sound ...
— Tales for Fifteen: or, Imagination and Heart • James Fenimore Cooper
... 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, ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... Godrith," said Vebba, taking his leave, "and forgive my bluntness if I laughed at thy cropped head, for I see thou art as good a Saxon as e'er a franklin of Kent—and so the saints ...
— Harold, Complete - The Last Of The Saxon Kings • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... intrigues of this month shall we e'er comprehend? Will the Dons, when the Parliament meets, give a clue? Will one Tory among them speak out like a friend, On the WHY and BECAUSE of this famous to-do? Is it really the case That the Whigs are in place, Because Peel, when his colleagues ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 363, January, 1846 • Various
... a little 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 ...
— The Poems of Henry Kendall • Henry Kendall
... rapid succession, and the last rays of an August sun illumined a scene so beautiful, that I long for the pencil of a Claude Lorraine. It was a far-off town, in a far-off state, yet who has gazed on thy loveliness, oh, San Antonio, can e'er forget thee! Thine was the sweetness of nature; no munificent hand had arranged, with artistic skill, a ...
— Inez - A Tale of the Alamo • Augusta J. Evans
... the by-word of the world, The common talk at Table in the mouth Of every Groom and Waiter, if e'er more I entertain the ...
— The Puritain Widow • William Shakespeare [Apocrypha]
... 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 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 burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding ...
— Poems of Coleridge • Coleridge, ed Arthur Symons
... night— Was there e'er such a sight? Souls sparkled and spirits expanded; For of them critics sang, That tho' christened the Gang, By a ...
— Margot Asquith, An Autobiography: Volumes I & II • Margot Asquith
... on eloquence, but stands on laws— Pregnant in matter, in expression brief, Let every sentence stand in bold relief; On trifling points nor time nor talents waste, A sad offence to learning and to taste; Nor deal with pompous phrase; nor e'er suppose Poetic flights belong to reasoning prose, Loose declamation may deceive the crowd, And seem more striking as it grows more loud; But sober sense rejects it with disdain, As nought but empty noise, and weak as vain. The froth of words, ...
— The International Monthly Magazine - Volume V - No II • Various
... 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 banks ...
— Memoirs of the Court of Queen Elizabeth • Lucy Aikin
... preach one day, Next day he looked for me; I greased my heels and ran away, For the land of liberty. I dreamt I saw the British Queen Majestic on the shore; If e'er I reach old Canada, I will ...
— Narrative of the Life of J.D. Green, a Runaway Slave, from Kentucky • Jacob D. Green
... 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
... slain the best and bravest That e'er set a lance in rest; Of our holy faith the bulwark,— ...
— Legends of the Middle Ages - Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art • H.A. Guerber
... shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee, Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge; But the white foam of waves shall thy winding sheet be, And winds in the midnight ...
— McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... boast of heraldry, the —— of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour; The paths of glory lead but to ...
— English Synonyms and Antonyms - With Notes on the Correct Use of Prepositions • James Champlin Fernald
... is like the snaw drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on,— That e'er the sun shone on; And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 6 • Charles H. Sylvester
... view. I was the first To call thee father; me thou first didst call Thy child. I was the first that on thy knees Fondly caressed thee, and from thee received The fond caress. This was thy speech to me:— 'Shall I, my child, e'er see thee in some house Of splendor, happy in thy husband, live And flourish, as becomes my dignity?' My speech to thee was, leaning 'gainst thy cheek, (Which with my hand I now caress): 'And what Shall I then do for thee? Shall I receive My father when grown old, and in my house Cheer him ...
— Woman in the Ninteenth Century - and Kindred Papers Relating to the Sphere, Condition - and Duties, of Woman. • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... wouldst know why as a rule Bookish learning marks the fool? 'Tis because, though once befriended, Learning's pact with wisdom's ended. No philosophy e'er throve In a nightcap by the stove. Who the world would understand In the world must bear a hand. If you're not to wisdom wed, Like the camel you're bested, Which has treasures rich, to bear Through the desert everywhere, But the use must ever ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 5 • Various
... was one while a misunderstanding subsisting between Swift and Pope: But that worthy gentleman, the late general Dormer (who had a great regard for both) reconciled them, e'er it came to an open rupture:—Though the world might be deprived by the general's mediation of great matter of entertainment, which the whetted wit of two such men might have afforded; yet his good-nature, ...
— The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753),Vol. V. • Theophilus Cibber
... If e'er he went into excess, 'Twas from a somewhat lively thirst; But he who would his subjects bless, Odd's fish!—must wet his whistle first; And so from every cask they got, Our king did to himself allot, At least a pot. ...
— The Paris Sketch Book Of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh • William Makepeace Thackeray
... there's no snare like wedlock, not in the whole world. I've known scores o' men get married o' purpose to break clear o' their habits an' take a fresh start; but ne'er a man that didn't tie himself up thereby in twenty new habits for e'er a one he'd ...
— Hocken and Hunken • A. T. Quiller-Couch
... SHAKSPEARE crave The Sculptor's skill, the pageant of the grave? HE needs it not—but Gratitude demands This votive offering at his Country's hands. Haply, e'er now, from blissful bowers on high, From some Parnassus of the empyreal sky, Pleased, o'er this dome the gentle Spirit bends, Accepts the gift, and hails us as his friends— Yet smiles, perchance, ...
— Poems (1828) • Thomas Gent
... Worn e'er his time by hardship none may know Who shirked the bitter schooling of the North, He passed away, and now forever stands As close to God ...
— Out of the North • Howard V. Sutherland
... God and King new Work: For Amazia, tho' he God did love, Had not cast out Baal's Priests, and cut down every Grove. Too oft Religion's made pretence for Sin, About it in all Ages Strife has been; But Int'rest, which at bottom doth remain, Which still converts all Godliness to Gain, What e'er Pretence is made, is the true Cause, That moves the Priest, and like the Load-stone draws. The Canaanites of Old that Land possess'd, And long therein Idolatry profess'd; Till Sins of Priests, and of the Common Rout, Caus'd God and his good Kings ...
— Anti-Achitophel (1682) - Three Verse Replies to Absalom and Achitophel by John Dryden • Elkanah Settle et al.
... "and how 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 what I ...
— Sybil - or the Two Nations • Benjamin Disraeli
... 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 ...
— The Winter's Tale - [Collins Edition] • William Shakespeare
... "If e'er my fingers touched the lyre, In satire fierce, in pleasure gay, Shall not my Thralia's smiles inspire, Shall ...
— Autobiography, Letters and Literary Remains of Mrs. Piozzi (Thrale) (2nd ed.) (2 vols.) • Mrs. Hester Lynch Piozzi
... expanding heart Contemplates future scenes of Peace and Love. Long, even as long as room and food abound, They interchange their friendly offices For mutual good; reciprocally kind: And much they wonder that they e'er were foes. Still War's terrific name is kept alive: Tradition, pointing to the rusty arms That hang on high, informs each list'ning youth How erst in fatal fields their Grandsires fell; Childhood attentive hears the tragic tale; And learns to shudder ...
— An Essay on War, in Blank Verse; Honington Green, a Ballad; The - Culprit, an Elegy; and Other Poems, on Various Subjects • Nathaniel Bloomfield
... from shore to shore; The small arms make a rattle; Since wars began, I'm sure no man E'er saw so strange ...
— Choice Specimens of American Literature, And Literary Reader - Being Selections from the Chief American Writers • Benj. N. Martin
... dry-stane dyke, I think, wi' the grey geese, as they ca' thae great loose stanes—Odd, that passes a' thing I e'er heard tell of!" ...
— The Black Dwarf • Sir Walter Scott
... I love the sound. However simple they may be, What e'er with time hath sanction found, Is welcome and is ...
— Weather and Folk Lore of Peterborough and District • Charles Dack
... charmer e'er an aunt? Then learn the rules of woman's cant, And forge a tale, and swear you read it, Such as, save woman, none would credit Win o'er her confidante and pages By gold, for this a golden age is; And should it be her wayward ...
— Marguerite de Navarre - Memoirs of Marguerite de Valois Queen of Navarre • Marguerite de Navarre
... completed some thirty campaigns, And for new generations was hammering chains; When whetting those terrible weapons, her eyes, To Jennny, her handmaid, in anger she cries, "Careless creature! did mortal e'er see such a glass! Who that saw me in this, could e'er guess what I was! Much you mind what I say! pray how oft have I bid you Provide me a new one? how oft have I chid you?" "Lord, Madam!" cried Jane, "you're so hard to be pleased I am sure every glassman ...
— The Letters of Horace Walpole, Volume 2 • Horace Walpole
... may be thy life; For a more blust'rous birth had never babe. Quiet and gentle be thy temperature; For thou'rt the rudeliest welcomed to this world That e'er was woman's child. Happy be the sequel! Thou hast as chiding a nativity As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven, can make, To herald ...
— Memorials and Other Papers • Thomas de Quincey
... understood all that perfectly, ma'am. And I understand too, perfectly, ma'am," he continued, tapping his pipe on a wagon wheel, "that back yonder in the States, somewhere, Dan Anderson knowed a 'face that was the fairest'; I reckon he allowed it was 'the fairest that e'er the sun shone on.' Now, I'm old and ugly, and I don't even know whether I'm a widower any or not; so I know, ma'am, you won't take no offence if I tell you it's a straight case of reasonin'; for yore own face, ma'am,—and I ...
— Heart's Desire • Emerson Hough
... it be meet time for a decent maid to come home of a feast-day even? By my troth, I would wager thou hadst been to Westminster and hadst danced a galliardo in the Queen's Grace's hall, did I not know that none with 's eyes in 's head should e'er so much as look on thee. Thou idle doltish gadabout! Dost think I keep thee in board and lodgment and raiment for to go a-gossiping with every idle companion thou mayest meet? Whither hast been, thou dawdlesome patch? Up to no good, ...
— For the Master's Sake - A Story of the Days of Queen Mary • Emily Sarah Holt
... you did e'er in earnest Seek some virginal innocence to cherish, Touch not lewdly the mistress of my ...
— The Poems and Fragments of Catullus • Catullus
... so bright, And are dress'd so tight, That a man would swear you 're right, As arm was e'er laid over. {390} ...
— The Beaux-Stratagem • George Farquhar
... there ye have a little triangle As bonny as e'er was seen; The whilk is not isosceles, Nor yet ...
— From a Cornish Window - A New Edition • Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... wanian, the sword began to diminish, 1606; Higelāc ongan sīnne geseldan ... fægre fricgean, began with propriety to question his companion, 1984, etc.; ongon, 2791; pret. pl. nō hēr cūðlīcor cuman ongunnon lindhæbbende, no shield-bearing men e'er undertook more openly to come hither, 244; pret. part. hæbbe ic mǣrða fela ongunnen on geogoðe, have in my youth undertaken ...
— Beowulf • James A. Harrison and Robert Sharp, eds.
... accomplish'd Squire endu'd With gifts and knowledge, per'lous shrew'd. Never did trusty Squire with Knight, Or Knight with Squire, e'er jump more right. 625 Their arms and equipage did fit, As well as virtues, parts, and wit. Their valours too were of a rate; And out they sally'd at the gate. 630 Few miles on horseback had they jogged, But Fortune unto them turn'd dogged; For they a sad adventure met, Of which anon we ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler
... situation. It is all very well when one lives with skinflints, but with such a master as our'n, respect's the go. Besides, Madame is not a French 'oman; she is one of the family,—and as old a family it is, too, as e'er a lord's in the three kingdoms. But come, your curiosity is satisfied now, and you must trot back to ...
— Lucretia, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... thought e'er weighed how empty vain the prayer must be, "That begs a boon already giv'en, or craves a change of ...
— The Kasidah of Haji Abdu El-Yezdi • Richard F. Burton
... is dight for departing and the helms of the Niblung lords Shine close as a river of fire o'er the hilts of hidden swords: About and around are the women; and who e'er hath been heavy of heart, If their hearts are light this morning when their fairest shall depart? They hear the steeds in the forecourt; from the rampart of the wall Comes the cry and noise of the warders as man to man doth call; For ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
... squire from the great hall, majestic and stern though he be, with his awful wig and gold-headed cane! There are the fubsy boys—copied apparently from cherubim—who, with glowing, distended cheeks, are simpering on the ceiling, doing the tenor, with wide open mouths that would shame e'er a barn-door in the village; their red, stumpy fingers sprawling over the music which they are (not) reading. The pale, lantern-jawed youths, in yellow waistcoats and tall shirt-collars, who look as if ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 54, No. 338, December 1843 • Various
... 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
... strutting Bantam, weak but proud, E'er held his head so high as This pigmy idol of the ...
— Notes & Queries, No. 14. Saturday, February 2, 1850 • Various
... from Douglas' side 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
... With icicles; 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 ...
— Andreas: The Legend of St. Andrew • Unknown
... not. They were kept to toil and combat; And never changed their chains but for their armour: Now they have peace and pastime, and the license To revel and to rail; it irks me not. I would not give the smile of one fair girl For all the popular breath[12] that e'er divided A name from nothing. What are the rank tongues[13] 340 Of this vile herd, grown insolent with feeding, That I should prize their noisy praise, or dread ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... he can be right to walk a mile to our house in this weather, not needin' to, 'n to in-sist on mah comin' here. Is they e'er an answer?" ...
— A Tar-Heel Baron • Mabell Shippie Clarke Pelton
... wild Arabs of the road To rob in a more gentle mode; Take prizes more obligingly than those Who never had been bred filous; And how to hang in a more graceful fashion Than e'er was known before to ...
— Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds • Charles Mackay
... Honour, my Lord, I am as honest a poor Fellow as ever went between Stem and Stern of a Ship, and can hand, reef, steer, and clap two Ends of a Rope together, as well as e'er a He that ever cross'd salt Water; but I was taken by one George Bradley' (the Name of him that sat as Judge,) 'a notorious Pyrate, a sad Rogue as ever was unhang'd, and he forc'd ...
— The Pirates' Who's Who - Giving Particulars Of The Lives and Deaths Of The Pirates And Buccaneers • Philip Gosse
... delightfully employ What e'er Thy bounteous grace hath given; And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with Thee ...
— Standards of Life and Service • T. H. Howard
... fair one As fair as e'er was seen, She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba queen. But fool, as I then was, I thought she loved me true, But now alas! she's left ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 2, December 1875 • Various
... 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 evil days, alas! the jade's splendour ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... may mar a life, And one can make it. Hold firm thy will for strife, Lest a quick blow break it! Even now from far, on viewless wing, Hither speeds the nameless thing Shall put thy spirit to the test. Haply or e'er yon sinking sun Shall drop behind the purple West All ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... in the tanner's grip. "Have I na telled thee twice I do na know thee, boy? No house o' mine shall e'er be home for thee. Thou hast no part nor parcel here. Get ...
— Master Skylark • John Bennett
... sure among the poor As e'er adorned the highest station; And minds as just as theirs, we trust, Whose claim is but of ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... mansions where the mighty rest, Since their foundations, came a nobler guest; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A purer saint or a more ...
— A Life of Gen. Robert E. Lee • John Esten Cooke
... 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. And then, afore she ...
— Frank Oldfield - Lost and Found • T.P. Wilson
... 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 ...
— Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers • W. A. Clouston
... Light near the Savoy-Gate, I was resolv'd not to make Light of the Opportunity, but call'd for an hearty Dram of Luther and Calvin, that is, Mum and Geneva mix'd; but having Fasted so long before, it soon got into my Noddle, and e'er I had gone twenty steps, it had so intirely Stranded my Reason, that by the time I came to Half-Moon-Street end, it gave a New-Exchange to my Senses, and ...
— The History of the Remarkable Life of John Sheppard • Daniel Defoe
... 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, in Weinsberg I ...
— Memoirs • Charles Godfrey Leland
... chuldrun of the Tabul Round Strewing kindness all a-round. With love and good deeds striving ever for the best, May our littul efforts e'er be blest. Two littul hearts we offer. See United in ...
— Penrod • Booth Tarkington
... hath bound her, Not a chain hath e'er been round her; Silver star hath sealed her brow, Holy as an ...
— Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse • Richard Doddridge Blackmore
... 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
... arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky, Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes; O God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me Thy radiant identity! Thou canst not move across the grass But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, Nor speak, however silently, But my hushed voice will answer Thee. I know the path that tells Thy way Through the cool eve of every day; God, I can push the grass ...
— Renascence and Other Poems • Edna St. Vincent Millay
... That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 2, August, 1863 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholsome fen, Drop on ...
— Johnson's Notes to Shakespeare Vol. I Comedies • Samuel Johnson
... Girl,' it seem'd to say, 'Though all the world were vile and sad, Dance on; let innocence be gay.' Ah, none but I discern'd her looks, When in the throng she pass'd me by, For love is like a ghost, and brooks Only the chosen seer's eye; And who but she could e'er divine The halo and the happy trance, When her bright arm reposed on mine, In all ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... thy glaziers shine [1] As glimmar; by the Salomon! [2] No gentry mort hath prats like thine, [3] No cove e'er wap'd with such a ...
— Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs - and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896] • John S. Farmer
... exasperated that he should be thinking of the same thing that she was. "Land's sakes! Haow d' ye s'pose I kin make a pie when I hain't got e'er a thing to make it aout o'? You gimme suthirnn to make it aout o', ...
— Back Home • Eugene Wood
... no time 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 ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... by, He was a man of morals strict If e'er a sailor winked his eye, Straightway he had that sailor licked, Mast-headed all (such was his code) Who dashed or jiggered, ...
— The Bab Ballads • W. S. Gilbert
... tell thee I have bled, as much as e'er a kettle-pated fellow of them all in these wars. I am defunct of ...
— Cromwell • Alfred B. Richards
... 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
... To pay his trifles off, and rid him of his troubles: But Colon, like a true-born Englishman, Drunk all the money out in bright champaign, And Colon does in custody remain. Drunk'ness has been the darling of the realm, E'er since a drunken ...
— The True-Born Englishman - A Satire • Daniel Defoe
... eggs on coral strands, And chased the Pompeydon in distant lands. That Puddin', sir, and me, has, back to back, Withstood the fearful Rumty Tums' attack, And swum the Indian Ocean for our lives, Pursued by Oysters, armed with oyster knives. Let me but say, e'er these adventures cloy, I've knowed that Puddin' ...
— The Magic Pudding • Norman Lindsay
... wonder e'er beheld, Since ages hoar began, The angels saw the highest place Given to a ...
— Hymns from the Greek Office Books - Together with Centos and Suggestions • John Brownlie
... Harry, speak softly; don't show your ignorance:—If you do, they'll bite you where-e'er they meet you; they are such ...
— The Tatler, Volume 1, 1899 • George A. Aitken
... of every sac, A muscle strong, but loose and slack, Will tighten up when it is filled, So that no drink can e'er be spilled. ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller
... of the ragged regiment, You of the blood! Prigg, my most upright lord, And these, what name or title e'er they bear, Jarkman, or Patrico, Cranke or Clapper-dudgeon, Frater or Abram-man—I ...
— Guy Mannering • Sir Walter Scott
... None e'er knew him but to love him, the brave martyr to his clime— Now his name belongs to Freedom, to the very end of Time: And the last words that he uttered will forgotten be by few: "I have bravely fought them, mother—I have bravely fought ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
... own business," I answered, very proudly; "spy as much as e'er thou wilt, and use our house for doing it, without asking leave or telling; but if I ever find thee spying into my affairs, all the King's lifeguards in London, and the dragoons thou bringest hither, shall not save thee from my hand—or one finger ...
— Lorna Doone - A Romance of Exmoor • R. D. Blackmore
... time I give it you.) The flyer, sir? Oh, you mean the yacht. Well, of course, they have the pull of us in light weather, such as we've had through the night; but I'll bet my hat that neither yonder schooner nor e'er a yacht that now happens to be away there inside the island could look at us in a good, honest to'gallant breeze. You wait a bit, sir; the little hooker hasn't had a chance yet to show what she can do. But there's a breeze coming by-and-by, if I'm any judge of that sky away there to the east'ard; ...
— The Cruise of the "Esmeralda" • Harry Collingwood
... it was a sturdy mountain oak, His line, a cable which no storm e'er broke, His hook he baited with a dragon's tail, And sat upon a rock and ...
— Wild Northern Scenes - Sporting Adventures with the Rifle and the Rod • S. H. Hammond
... o'er 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
... time, I could recall how first I learned to turn my mind against itself ... at length I was restored, yet long the influence remained; and nought but the still life I led, apart from all, which left my soul to seek its old delights, could e'er have brought me thus far back to peace." No reader, alert to the subtle and haunting music of rarefied blank verse (and unless it be rarefied it should not be put forward as poetry), could possibly accept these lines as expressionally poetical. It would ...
— Life of Robert Browning • William Sharp
... 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? There into life an infant empire springs! There falls the iron from ...
— An Ode Pronounced Before the Inhabitants of Boston, September the Seventeenth, 1830, • Charles Sprague
... ye now; I cannot stay, Great mountains, in your midst. Regretfully Must I be borne upon my Westward way, And leave ye far behind me. Yet, should ye No more delight my eye, it cannot be That I shall e'er forget your majesty. ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats
... blood. So the fierce troops of Thracian Rhesus fell, And captive horses bade their lord farewell. Sooth,[184] lovers watch till sleep the husband charms, Who slumbering, they rise up in swelling arms. The keepers' hands[185] and corps-du-gard to pass, The soldier's, and poor lover's work e'er was. Doubtful is war and love; the vanquished rise, And who thou never think'st should fall, down lies. 30 Therefore whoe'er love slothfulness doth call, Let him surcease: love tries wit best of all. Achilles burned, ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... was the scorn that fill'd the sage's mind, Renew'd at every glance on human kind. 70 How just that scorn, e'er yet thy voice declare, Search every ...
— Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett - With Memoirs, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory Notes • Samuel Johnson, Thomas Parnell, Thomas Gray, and Tobias Smollett
... were glad Vain fluttering thoughts were hers, that hid Behind that gracious fame she had; If e'er observance hard she did That sinful men might call her saint,— White-handed Pia, dovelike-eyed,— The sick blank hours shall yet acquaint Her heart with ...
— Ride to the Lady • Helen Gray Cone
... thee to men's ways, and kiss their rods! How many, deem'st thou, of men good and wise Know their own home's blot, and avert their eyes? How many fathers, when a son has strayed And toiled beneath the Cyprian, bring him aid, Not chiding? And man's wisdom e'er hath been To keep what is not good to see, unseen! A straight and perfect life is not for man; Nay, in a shut house, let him, if he can, 'Mid sheltered rooms, make all lines true. But here, Out in the wide sea fallen, and full of fear, Hopest ...
— Hippolytus/The Bacchae • Euripides
... more Wicked Wretches to Repentance than many a good Preacher; for, let 'em be as stubborn as they will, yet she'll leave them such a Twinging Remembrance in their Joynts, that their very Bones shall ake, but she'll make them repent that e'er they had to do with her. And to some Notorious Wretches, she'll fix such a visible Mark in their Faces, as shall make 'em the Derision and the Loathing of all People; and so bring 'em to Repentance with a Pox to 'em. Yet she has very little Conscience, for she makes nothing ...
— The London-Bawd: With Her Character and Life - Discovering the Various and Subtle Intrigues of Lewd Women • Anonymous
... listens sadly to the racket most distressing, And wonders, in its bother, if e'er the time will come When the Fates and Constitution will vouchsafe to us the blessing Of a House of Representatives completely deaf and dumb; Or if, perhaps, in exile these noisy mischief-makers, The stream of elocution run most fortunately dry, In seats of legislation, rows of ruminating ...
— Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 8, May 21, 1870 • Various
... to you, dear Rain! Whenever you shall come again, Be you as dull as e'er you could; (And by the bye 'tis understood, You're not so pleasant, as you're good;) Yet, knowing well your worth and place, I'll welcome you with cheerful face; And though you stay'd a week or more, Were ...
— Literary Remains (1) • Coleridge
... 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 be like ...
— Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry • Edmund Goldsmid
... small advantages too much you boast; You beat the out-guards of my master's host: This little loss, in our vast body, shows So small, that half have never heard the news. Fame's out of breath, ere she can fly so far, To tell them all, that you have e'er made war. ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Volume 4 (of 18) - Almanzor And Almahide, Marriage-a-la-Mode, The Assignation • John Dryden
... 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 ...
— A Prefect's Uncle • P. G. Wodehouse
... be. I 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 was ...
— The Way We Live Now • Anthony Trollope
... young heifer plunge, with pliant limb, In the salt wave, and fish-like strive to swim? The same with plants—potatoes 'tatoes breed— Uncostly cabbage springs from cabbage seed, Lettuce from lettuce, leeks to leeks succeed, Nor e'er did cooling cucumbers presume To flower like myrtle, or like violets bloom; Man, only—rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars Creation's plan; Born the free heir of Nature's wide domain, To art's strict limits bounds his narrowed ...
— History of English Humour, Vol. 2 (of 2) • Alfred Guy Kingan L'Estrange
... dumb forgetfulness a prey This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, ...
— A Mortal Antipathy • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... I thought them honest. And Heaven forefend that vengeance e'er should strike, Ere justice doom'd ...
— Literary Remains (1) • Coleridge
... 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 ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: ...
— Lyra Heroica - A Book of Verse for Boys • Various
... yourself at home; a most sweet place it is, and but a short mile beyond Hampstead. Who knows, Miss Emily, what effect such a visit might have had! If I had half your beauty I should not waste it pining after e'er a ...
— The Man of Feeling • Henry Mackenzie
... my price o' er all the flowers that I * Seek you each year, yet stay but little stound: And high my vaunt I m dyed by my lord * Whom Allah made the best e'er ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... 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 ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... bred During the time Edward the Third did reign. More truly now may this be verified; For none but Samsons and Goliases It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten! Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose They had ...
— King Henry VI, First Part • William Shakespeare [Aldus edition]
... the Kings earth-peopling, where are they? * The built and peopled left they e'er and aye! They're tombed yet pledged to actions past away * And after death upon them came decay. Where are their troops? They failed to ward and guard! * Where are the wealth and hoards in treasuries lay? Th' Empyrean's Lord surprised them with one ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 6 • Richard F. Burton
... privilege 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
... next in course is he that weds a Shrew; One that will talk, and wear the Breeches too; Governs, insults, do's what e'er she thinks fit, And he good Man, must to her Will submit; Mannages all Affairs at home, abroad, While he a Cypher seems, and stands for naught; When e'er he speaks, she snaps him, and crys, Pray hold your Tongue, who was't made you so wife? You will be prating, though you nothing ...
— The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses from Men • Various
... And discontent is prone to hold, Absorb the factious and the cold;— Absorb dull minds, who, in despair, The standard grasp of worldly care, Which none can quit who once adore— They love, confide, and hope no more; Seek not for truth, nor e'er aspire To nurse that immaterial fire, From whose most healthful warmth proceed Each real joy and generous deed; Which, once extinct, no toil or pain Can kindle into life again, To light the then unvarying eye, To melt, in question or reply, Those tones, ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham
... the maist contrary, conceited young man I e'er heard tell o'. Laird, as he wont come to us, ...
— Scottish sketches • Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
... wits 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
... 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 ...
— Raphael - Pages Of The Book Of Life At Twenty • Alphonse de Lamartine
... I do. Thou art the sweetest maid the sun e'er looked on. Thou wert the fairest of all that gay company at my Lord Andover's, and many beside myself said as much. Cherry, thou shalt one day be my own true wife; and if kind fortune do but favour me, thou shalt have gold and jewels and fine robes enow, and shalt ...
— The Lost Treasure of Trevlyn - A Story of the Days of the Gunpowder Plot • Evelyn Everett-Green
... Prussian! see my colors gleaming— The black-white standard floats before me free; For Freedom's rights, my fathers' heart-blood streaming, Such, mark ye, mean the black and white to me! Shall I then prove a coward? I'll e'er be marching forward! Though day be dull, though sun shine bright on me, I am a Prussian, will a ...
— Blood and Iron - Origin of German Empire As Revealed by Character of Its - Founder, Bismarck • John Hubert Greusel
... wish Would creep within my breast, Oh! could I live to see thy top In all its beauty dress'd. That time's arrived; I've had my wish, And lived to eighty-five; I'll thank my God who gave such grace As long as e'er I live. Still when the morning sun in Spring, Whilst I enjoy my sight, Shall gild thy new-clothed Beech and sides, I'll view thee ...
— Seaward Sussex - The South Downs from End to End • Edric Holmes
... 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 ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... ever killed. This, then, was the sole reason that I drew My kin to hinder for a year or two That closest tie which lasts till life is not, And whereby woe is oftentimes begot. Yet sought I not to have you wholly sent Away; such was in no wise my intent, For none save you could I have e'er adored Or looked to as my husband and my lord. But woe is me, what tidings reach mine ear! That you, to lead the cloistered life austere, Are gone with speech to none; whereat the pain That ever holds me, now can brook no rein, But forces me mine own estate ...
— The Tales Of The Heptameron, Vol. V. (of V.) • Margaret, Queen Of Navarre
... 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 shall not man beware? How shall a son of earth decline the ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young
... purest joys abound. Bright smiles on ev'ry face appear, Rapture in ev'ry eye; From ev'ry mouth glad anthems flow, And charming harmony. Illustrious day for ever there, Streams from the face divine; No pale-fac'd moon e'er glimmers forth, Nor stars nor sun decline. No scorching heats, no piercing colds, The changing seasons bring; But o'er the fields mild breezes there Breathe an eternal spring. The flow'rs with lasting beauty shine, And deck the smiling ground, ...
— The Young Gentleman and Lady's Monitor, and English Teacher's Assistant • John Hamilton Moore
... trifler? where the child of pride? These are the moments when the heart is try'd! Nor lives the man with conscience e'er so clear, But feels a solemn, reverential fear; Feels too a joy relieve his aching breast, When the spent storm hath howl'd itself to rest. Still, welcome beats the long continued show'r, And sleep protracted, comes with double pow'r; ...
— The Farmer's Boy - A Rural Poem • Robert Bloomfield
... And flutter like a butterfly; Thy skill thou couldst not then apply, No course was left thee but retreat. They had recourse to a surprise, Our warriors immolated quite. Ah! that alone could turn thee white— From shame like that, canst e'er arise? By thousands did thy warriors fall, I hardly could alone escape, With open mouth fell death did gape, A great disaster did befall. Holding that traitor to be brave, I sought to meet him face to face— Rushing to seek him with my ...
— Apu Ollantay - A Drama of the Time of the Incas • Sir Clements R. Markham
... Deprived of his sight? Nay, sure, quoth she, he thus was born. 'Tis strange, born blind! quoth I; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity. Quoth she, thus blind I did him bear. Quoth I, if't be no lie, Then he's the first blind man, I'll swear, E'er practis'd archery. A man! quoth she, nay, there you miss, He's still a boy as now, Nor to be elder than he is The gods will him allow. To be no elder than he is! Then sure he is some sprite, I straight reply'd. Again at this The goddess laugh'd outright. ...
— The Children's Garland from the Best Poets • Various
... 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
... word to chick or chighlt. His wife watched him run through th' 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
... 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; ...
— A Book For The Young • Sarah French
... Angels cried, "O Holy One, See what the son of Levi here has done! The kingdom of Heaven he takes by violence, And in Thy name refuses to go hence!" The Lord replied, "My Angels, be not wroth; Did e'er the son of Levi break his oath? Let him remain; for he with mortal eye Shall look upon my face and yet ...
— Tales of a Wayside Inn • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... Winton, One hundred guineas and a ring, Or some such memorandum thing, And truly much I should have blunder'd, Had I not given another hundred To dear Earl Paulett's second son, Who dearly loves a little fun. Unto my nephew, Stephen Langdon, Of whom none says he e'er has wrong done, The civil laws he loves to hash, I give two hundred pounds in cash. One hundred pounds to my niece, Tudor, (With luring eyes one Clark did view her,) And to her children just among 'em, A hundred more—and not to wrong 'em, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. XIX. No. 540, Saturday, March 31, 1832 • Various
... looked for Light: There came and went many a spring and fall. E'er since the peach blossoms came in my sight, I never doubt anything ...
— The Religion of the Samurai • Kaiten Nukariya
... gift Of teaching in the nose that e'er I knew of. You saw no bills set up that promised cure Of agues, or ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson
... It wou'd be of mighty Advantage towards improving a Genius, to make its Employment, as much as possible, a Delight and Diversion, especially to young Minds. A Man toils at a Task, and finds his Spirits flag, and his Force abate, e'er he has gone half thro'; whereas he can put forth twice the Strength, and complain of no Fatigue, in following his Pleasures. Of so much Advantage is it to make Business a Pleasure, if possible, and engage the Mind in it out of Choice. It naturally reluctates against Constraint, and ...
— 'Of Genius', in The Occasional Paper, and Preface to The Creation • Aaron Hill
... said the Tinker, after a long draught of the ale, "yon same Withold of Tamworth—a right good Saxon name, too, I would have thee know—breweth the most humming ale that e'er passed the lips ...
— The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood • Howard Pyle
... by parting fro' my friends * And two rills ever fro' my eyelids flow: With them[FN279] went forth my hopes, Ah, well away! * What shift remaineth me to say or do? Would I had never looked upon their sight, * What shift, fair sirs, when paths e'er strainer grow? What charm shall calm my pangs when this wise burn * Longings of love which in my vitals glow? Would I had trod with them the road of Death! * Ne'er had befel us twain this parting blow: Allah: I pray the Truthful show me ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
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