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More "O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... ye who dwell Around yon ruins, guard the precious charge From hands profane! O save the sacred pile— O'er which the wing of centuries has flown Darkly and silently, deep-shadowing all Its pristine honours—from the ruthless grasp ...
— Three Years in Europe - Places I Have Seen and People I Have Met • William Wells Brown
... best. The interpretation of this proverb is not obvious, and later writers do not appear to have adopted it from Fergusson. It is quite clear that sok or sock is the ploughshare. Seil is happiness, as in Kelly. "Seil comes not till sorrow be o'er;" and in Aberdeen they say, "Seil o' your face," to express a blessing. My reading is "the plough and happiness the best lot." The happiest life is the healthy country one. See Robert Burns' spirited song ...
— Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character • Edward Bannerman Ramsay
... 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 is o'er! Bones, white and bleached, in nameless hill-like mounds are flung, Bones once of youths renowned and maidens ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... to withstand the thousand provocations on that subject, which both friends and foes have for seven years been throwing in the way of a man whose feelings were once quick, and whose temper was never patient. But 'returning were as tedious as go o'er.' I feel this as much as ever Macbeth did; and it is a dreary sensation, which at least avenges the real or imaginary wrongs of one of the two ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. 6 (of 6) - With his Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose, ...
— Biographia Literaria • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... chief of hosts gave her rings and necklace, useful discourse, and a divining spirit: wide and far she saw o'er every world. ...
— The Elder Eddas of Saemund Sigfusson; and the Younger Eddas of Snorre Sturleson • Saemund Sigfusson and Snorre Sturleson
... are shades in the fen; ghosts of women and men Who have sinned and have died, but are living again. O'er the waters they tread, with their lanterns of dread, And they peer in the pools—in ...
— The Devil Doctor • Sax Rohmer
... "O'er no sweeter lake shall morning break, Or noon cloud sail; No fairer face than this shall take The sunset's ...
— Through Five Republics on Horseback • G. Whitfield Ray
... my rose bloomed gloriously— Smiling and saying, Lo, is it not fair? And all for thee—all thine! But he passed by Coldly, and answered, Rose? I see no rose,— Leaving me standing in the barren vale Alone! alone! feeling the darkness close Deep o'er my heart, ...
— Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days • Annie L. Burton
... winds, that passing, cool and wet, O'er desert places, leave them fields in flower And all my life, for I shall not forget, Will keep the ...
— India's Love Lyrics • Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (AKA Laurence Hope), et al.
... to ask superfluous bread."[25] A sceptick once, he taught the letter'd throng To doubt the existence of fam'd Ossian's song; Yet by the eye of faith, in reason's spite, Saw ghosts and witches, preach'd up second sight: For o'er his soul sad Superstition threw Her gloom, and ting'd his genius with her hue. On popish ground he takes his high church station, To sound mysterious tenets through the nation;[26] On Scotland's kirk he ...
— A Poetical Review of the Literary and Moral Character of the late Samuel Johnson (1786) • John Courtenay
... Above, the heavens were spread; below, the flood Was murmuring in its caves; the wind had blown Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead shone. A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains; Before its blue and moveless depths were flying Grey mists, poured forth from the unresting fountains Of darkness in the north—the day was dying. Sudden the sun shone forth; its beams ...
— Olive - A Novel • Dinah Maria Craik, (AKA Dinah Maria Mulock)
... thresher Duck could o'er the Queen prevail, The proverb says, "no fence against a flail." From threshing corn he turns to thresh his brains, For which her Majesty allows him gains. Though 'tis confest, that those who ever saw His poems, think ...
— Irish Wit and Humor - Anecdote Biography of Swift, Curran, O'Leary and O'Connell • Anonymous
... now your flaunting banner, for a scout comes breathless and pale, With the terror of death upon him; of failure is all his tale: "They have fled while the flag waved o'er them! they've turned to the foe their back! They are scattered, pursued, and slaughtered! the fields are ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. XI., April, 1863, No. LXVI. - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics. • Various
... the maids assembled; Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled; And when I coughed all thought the end was near! I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me - For I was loved beyond all other men. Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me - Ah me, I was ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... nymphs surrounding Istomina(*) the nimbly-bounding; With one foot resting on its tip Slow circling round its fellow swings And now she skips and now she springs Like down from Aeolus's lip, Now her lithe form she arches o'er And beats with rapid ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... can win To give thee tithe I will begin, When I the city soon come in, And share with thee my prey. Melchisedec, that here king is And God's priest also, I wis, The tithe I will give him of this, As just is, what I do. God who has sent me victory O'er four kings graciously, With him my spoil share will I, The city, when I ...
— Everyman and Other Old Religious Plays, with an Introduction • Anonymous
... describe thee? thou oblong, narrow, swinging thing! rest still a while, nor fly me thus each time I essay to get within thy narrow precincts. Oh! for a chair, a stool, a rope; or have they purposely swung thee so high? hadst thou been o'er a gun, indeed, one might have scaled thee by the breech. So! In at last; yet, with that eternal sentinel walking his rounds within a few paces of my ear, how is it possible to sleep? Exhausted, however, by the ...
— Journal of a Visit to Constantinople and Some of the Greek Islands in the Spring and Summer of 1833 • John Auldjo
... to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore ...
— The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 1 (of 5) of the Raven Edition • Edgar Allan Poe
... for the troops, preaching in English. Assisting at the ten o'clock Missa, Cantata Parochialis was always a source of devotion and unusual interest. Promptly at 9:30 the tower bells, in triple chime, would ring out, echoing near and far, o'er meadow and hill. By path and trail and through the cobbled streets would come the people—old men and women, white with the snows of many winters; middle-aged women invariably clothed in the black of widowhood—France had then been bleeding and dying three years—fair-cheeked, ...
— The Greater Love • George T. McCarthy
... Barbadoes, on the western main, Fetch sugar, ounces four—fetch sack from Spain, A pint,—and from the eastern Indian coast Nutmeg, the glory of our northern toast; O'er flaming coals let them together heat, Till the all-conquering sack dissolve the sweet; O'er such another fire put eggs just ten, New-born from tread of cock and rump of hen: Stir them with steady hand and conscience pricking To see the untimely end of ten fine chicken: From ...
— The Cook's Oracle; and Housekeeper's Manual • William Kitchiner
... look'd again—his eye was flush'd With passion proud and deep delight, But often o'er his brow there gush'd A blackened cloud which made it night, But still the cloud would wear away, (His youthful cheek was red and rare,) And still his heart beat light and gay, Still did ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 17, No. - 488, May 7, 1831 • Various
... star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of ...
— Winning His Way • Charles Carleton Coffin
... griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll— For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woes and mock my fear— And silent memory weeps alone, O'er hours of peace ...
— The Pirates Own Book • Charles Ellms
... triumvirate—I fear To call you back to earth, for ye debas'd With vile impurities the comic muse, And made her delicate mouth pronounce such things As would disgust a Wilmot in full blood, Or shock an Atheist roaring o'er his cups[13] O shameful profligate abuse of powers, Indulg'd to you for higher, nobler purposes, Than to pollute the sacred fount of virtue, Which, plac'd by heaven, springs ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor - Vol. I. No. 3. March 1810 • Various
... flashes by, for the west-winds awake On pampas, on prairie, o'er mountain and lake, To bathe the swift bark, like a sea-girdled shrine With incense they stole from the rose and ...
— Memoir of John Lothrop Motley, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... flows; But when loud Surges lash the sounding Shore, The hoarse rough Verse shou'd like the Torrent roar. When Ajax strives some Rocks vast Weight to throw, The Line too labours, and the Words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the Plain, Flies o'er th' unbending Corn, and skims ...
— The Spectator, Volume 2. • Addison and Steele
... the Rhine And its homelike shore! Where the bright sunshine Gilds the landscape o'er; Where the woods are greenest, The skies serenest, In that home of mine By the friendly shore Of ...
— Letters of Franz Liszt, Volume 1, "From Paris to Rome: - Years of Travel as a Virtuoso" • Franz Liszt; Letters assembled by La Mara and translated
... storm of rain comes swirling down, Our helpless flow'rets droop and die; The thunder crashes o'er the ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, July 18, 1891 • Various
... Robin heard ae corbie speaking, an' another answering him; and the tane said to the tither: "Where will the ravens find a prey the night?" "On the lean crazy souls o' Auchtermuchty," quo the tither. "I fear they will be o'er weel wrappit up in the warm flannens o' faith, an clouted wi' the dirty duds o' repentance, for us to mak a meal o'," quo the first. "Whaten vile sounds are these that I hear coming bumming up the hill?" "Oh, these are the hymns and praises o' the auld wives and creeshy ...
— The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner • James Hogg
... kisses on 'er softly poutin' lips. How they burst, all a-thirst for the April shower that drips Tinkle-tink from leaf to leaf, washing every spraylet clean From the sooty veil of London, which might dim the buddin' green Of the pluckiest lime-tree, sproutin' o'er brown pales in a back-yard; For these limes bud betimes, and they find it middlin' hard To make way at windy corners, when the lamp as lights 'em through, Like gold on green in pantomimes, is blown till it burns blue, By the angry nor'east gusts. But the nor'east wind to-day Is less ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, May 6, 1893 • Various
... O'er the mountains lonely, They were never weary Honour to pursue. If the damsel smiled Once in seven years only, All their wanderings dreary ...
— Crotchet Castle • Thomas Love Peacock
... sat retired; And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measures stole, Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... distant climes, o'er widespread seas, we come, Though not with much eclat or beat of drum; True patriots we, for, be it understood, We left our ...
— Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 3, Part 1, Slice 3 - "Banks" to "Bassoon" • Various
... a mountain stately and serene, Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing, And I a lake that 'round thy feet do cling, Kissing thy garment's hem, unknown, unseen. I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thy face from mine. I smile when sunbeams fling Their bright arms 'round thee. When the blue heavens lean Upon thy ...
— Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The Searchlight • Mathew Joseph Holt
... which perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and ship-wrecked brother, Seeing, may take ...
— How to Get on in the World - A Ladder to Practical Success • Major A.R. Calhoon
... glowed; the subtle Flame Ran quick through all my vital Frame; O'er my dim Eyes a Darkness hung; My Ears with ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... mutter O'er the golden minted butter And (no layman hand can pen it) See them gloat ...
— Songs for a Little House • Christopher Morley
... the South Lodge, sweeping the gravel path, his head bent over his task. Cornelia's naughty eyes sent out a flash of delight. She cleared her throat in a deliberate "hem," cleared it again, and coughed in conclusion. Morris leant on his broom, surveyed the landscape o'er, and visibly reeled at the sight of such barefaced trespassing. The broom was hoisted against a tree, while he himself mounted the sloping path, shading his eyes from the sun. At the first glance he had recognised the "'Merican young lady," whose doings and clothings— ...
— Flaming June • Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
... they arrived, with Hermes at their side, By Jove commission'd, as their friend and guide. But when the mirth-inspiring dames stepp'd o'er The sacred threshold of great Shakspeare's door, The heav'nly guests, who came to laugh with me, Oppress'd with grief, wept with Melpomene; Bow'd pensive o'er the Bard of Nature's tomb, Dropt a sad tear, then left me to ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 185, May 14, 1853 • Various
... have gathered here, To celebrate this night,— Th' occasion of a victory gained O'er ...
— Silver Links • Various
... freedom is,—and in my heart's Just estimation prized above all price,— I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. We have no slaves at home—then why abroad? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd. Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall[A]. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it, then, ...
— The History of the Rise, Progress and Accomplishment of the - Abolition of the African Slave-Trade, by the British Parliament (1839) • Thomas Clarkson
... years Vanderdecken could land and spend a certain time ashore. If during this interval of peace he could find a maiden who would love him faithfully to death, he would be released: his wanderings would be o'er, and death would swallow him up. How the maiden's fidelity could ...
— Richard Wagner - Composer of Operas • John F. Runciman
... monotonous, mournful, weird, suffusing the soul with an unutterable sadness, as images of wailing processions, of weeping, empty-armed women, and widowed maidens flashed through the mind, and settled on the soul with a crushing, o'er-pressing weight of sorrow. ...
— Violets and Other Tales • Alice Ruth Moore
... may move her To give o'er her prey, But ye'll ne'er stop a lover, He will find out ...
— Love and Life • Charlotte M. Yonge
... learn from it how little words can express, how sparingly they should be used, and how much is contained in the meanest natural object. Shakespeare, who could close a scene of brooding terror with the words: "But see, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill" was nearer to the oriental spirit than we are. We have lost Shakespeare's instinct for nature and for fresh individual vision, and we are unwilling to acquire it through self-discipline. If we do not want art to disappear under the froth of ...
— Japanese Prints • John Gould Fletcher
... O'er Agriculture to preside, CHAPLIN was surely born; He bore his honours with the pride Of Chanticleer ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 98, January 18, 1890 • Various
... Stanhope Street The confusion was great In a certain superb habi-tation, Where seated at tea, O'er a dish of Bohea, Brougham was quaffing his 'usual potation' (For you know his indignant ne-gation, When accused once of jollifi-cation), Down went saucer and cup, Which Le Marchant picked up, Not to hear his lord ...
— English Caricaturists and Graphic Humourists of the Nineteenth Century. - How they Illustrated and Interpreted their Times. • Graham Everitt
... 164. He remarks, "The English term eagre still survives in provincial dialect for the tide-wave or bore on rivers. Dryden uses it in his Threnod. Angust. 'But like an eagre rode in triumph o'er the tide.' Yet we must be cautious," etc. Cf. Fox's Boethius, ll. 20, 236; Thorpe's ...
— Beowulf • James A. Harrison and Robert Sharp, eds.
... o'er the one half world/Nature seems dead] That is, over our hemisphere all action and motion seem to have ceased. This image, which is perhaps the most striking that poetry can produce, has been adopted by Dryden in his Conquest ...
— Notes to Shakespeare, Volume III: The Tragedies • Samuel Johnson
... hot. The equator is arriving again. We are within eight degrees of it. Ceylon present. Dear me, it is beautiful! And most sumptuously tropical, as to character of foliage and opulence of it. "What though the spicy breezes blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle"—an eloquent line, an incomparable line; it says little, but conveys whole libraries of sentiment, and Oriental charm and mystery, and tropic deliciousness—a line that quivers and tingles ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... equally oblivious of his lordship's presence. "Gad," he continued, rapturously, half aloud, half to himself, "when they are stumbling home through London fog, the great comedienne will be playing o'er the love-scenes with Buckingham in a cosy corner of an inn. She will not dare deny my bid to supper, with all her impudence. Un petit souper!" He broke into a laugh. "Tis well Old Rowley was too engaged to look twice at Nelly's eyes," ...
— Mistress Nell - A Merry Tale of a Merry Time • George C. Hazelton, Jr.
... they wake, And now their Breasts of other Cares partake: She grows true Woman, sullen, proud, and high, Complains he keeps her not accordingly, To what she brought—wants This rich Thing, and That Until she runs him o'er Head and Ears in Debt, That in a Gaol he's forc'd to end his Life, The first great Comfort flowing ...
— The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses from Men • Various
... a piece of brick upon the floor, Crumble a part thereof to powder small, And form a paste by sprinkling water o'er. [2] ' ...
— The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini • Benvenuto Cellini
... waxing dim to us. I, who have seen So many lands, and midst such marvels been, Clearer than these abodes of outland men, Can see above the green and unburnt fen The little houses of an English town, Cross-timbered, thatched with fen-reeds coarse and brown, And high o'er these, three gables, great and fair, That slender rods of columns do upbear Over the minster doors, and imagery Of kings, and flowers no summer field doth see, Wrought in these gables.—Yea I heard withal, In the fresh morning air, the trowels fall Upon ...
— The Cathedral Church of Peterborough - A Description Of Its Fabric And A Brief History Of The Episcopal See • W.D. Sweeting
... to you, Ye prams and boats, which, o'er the wave, Were doom'd to waft to England's shore Our hero chiefs, our soldiers brave. To you, good gentlemen of Thames, Soon, soon our visit shall be paid, Soon, soon your merriment be o'er 'T is but a few short ...
— Marguerite de Navarre - Memoirs of Marguerite de Valois Queen of Navarre • Marguerite de Navarre
... young lady, too—her that the oud countess is o'er fond of; but the young 'un is a right comely lass, an' the oud 'un might ...
— The Old Countess; or, The Two Proposals • Ann S. Stephens
... could talk of his victories, or fight his battles o'er again, with more complacency than Sir Terence O'Fay ...
— The Absentee • Maria Edgeworth
... Strange ghostly banners o'er them float, Strange bugles sound an awful note, And all their faces and their eyes Are lit ...
— The Great War As I Saw It • Frederick George Scott
... the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile! In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows ...
— Chips from a German Workshop - Volume IV - Essays chiefly on the Science of Language • Max Muller
... her fragrant wardrobe bent her way, Where her rich veils in beauteous order lay; Webs by Sidonian virgins finely wrought, From Sidon's woofs by youthful Paris brought, When o'er the boundless main the adulterer led Fair Helen from her home and nuptial bed; From these she chose the fullest, fairest far, With broidery bright, and ...
— History of Phoenicia • George Rawlinson
... of children, the teller of tales, Giver of counsels and dreams, a wonder, a world's delight, Looks o'er the labours of men in the plain and the hills; and the sails Pass and repass on the sea that he loved, in the ...
— The Life of Robert Louis Stevenson for Boys and Girls • Jacqueline M. Overton
... bourne no traveller returns—puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and so the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment by this regard their currents turn awry and lose the ...
— The Panchronicon • Harold Steele Mackaye
... mists from earth are clouds in heaven: Clouds, slowly castellating in a calm Sublimer than a storm; while brighter breathes O'er the whole firmament the breadth of blue, Because of that excessive purity Of all those hanging snow-white palaces, A gentle contrast, but ...
— The Rain Cloud - or, An Account of the Nature, Properties, Dangers and Uses of Rain • Anonymous
... strammel, curl'd, like threads of gold, [5] Hung dangling o'er the pillow; Great pity 'twas that one so prim, Should ever wear ...
— Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs - and Slang Rhymes [1536 - 1896] • John S. Farmer
... easily as not accompany our troops to Mexico and relate the feats of arms there performed with the minuteness and fidelity of an eye-witness, since we have sat at dinner-tables where the heroes of that war have been honored guests, and where we have heard them fight their battles o'er till "thrice the foe was slain and thrice ...
— Capitola's Peril - A Sequel to 'The Hidden Hand' • Mrs. E.D.E.N. Southworth
... in his usual vivacious fashion. "Viewing the prospect o'er, eh? Allow me to introduce Mr. Van Koon, whom I don't think you've met, though he's under the same roof. Van Koon, this is the Mr. Allerdyke ...
— The Rayner-Slade Amalgamation • J. S. Fletcher
... grew a goodly grove, Alder, and poplar, and the cypress sweet; And the deep-winged sea-birds found their haunt, And owls and hawks, and long-tongued cormorants, Who joy to live upon the briny flood. And o'er the face of the deep cave a vine Wove its wild tangles and clustering grapes. Four fountains too, each from the other turned, Poured their white waters, whilst the grassy meads Bloomed with the parsley ...
— Reviews • Oscar Wilde
... sticks—yaller ones, wi' big heads like Jack the Giant Killer—get 'em for sixpence apiece. A heavy expense, no doubt, but worth goin' in for, for the sake of Eve Mooney. And when, in the words o' the old song, the shades of evenin' is closin' o'er us, we'll surround the house of Eve, and 'wait ...
— The Lively Poll - A Tale of the North Sea • R.M. Ballantyne
... sensibilities of a woman such as this one who now sat beside me in this mad midnight errand, proud, pale and silent. Slowly I sought to adjust myself to the thought of defeat, to the feeling that my presumption now had o'er-leaped itself. Yes, I must say good-by to her, must release her; and this time, ...
— The Lady and the Pirate - Being the Plain Tale of a Diligent Pirate and a Fair Captive • Emerson Hough
... hopeless anguish and despair, A while in silence o'er my fate repair: Then, with a long farewell to love and care, To kindred ...
— The Adventures of Roderick Random • Tobias Smollett
... the busts and medallions I have seen are, in general, such good resemblances that I think I should have known him untold, he has by no means the look to be expected from Bonaparte, but rather that of a profoundly studious and contemplative man, who "o'er books consumes" not only the "midnight oil" but his own daily strength, "and wastes the puny body to decay" by abstruse speculation and theoretic plans or rather visions, ingenious but not practicable. But the look of the commander who heads his own army, who fights his own battles, who conquers ...
— The Diary and Letters of Madame D'Arblay Volume 3 • Madame D'Arblay
... "Never grumble o'er that, woman," was his placid answer. "The dose will keep him awake all night. We must thank heaven we ha' the profit and none o' the pain ...
— Toaster's Handbook - Jokes, Stories, and Quotations • Peggy Edmund & Harold W. Williams, compilers
... relating all the most important events of it in their order, but interweaving what he privately wrote, and said, and thought; by which mankind are enabled as it were to see him live, and to 'live o'er each scene[97]' with him, as he actually advanced through the several stages of his life. Had his other friends been as diligent and ardent as I was, he might have been almost entirely preserved. As it is, I will venture to say ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... kind God, who lives above, And watches o'er us day and night, Bless us, and grant us, in His love, Again ...
— Cousin Hatty's Hymns and Twilight Stories • Wm. Crosby And H.P. Nichols
... comes: its radiance circling all our mother world. The pharos of the night; where gods might dance. Heedless of mortals dull, unmeaning trance; Where spirits in their mysteries might find, A sail to float upon the yielding wind; But see, it flies, its shadow; form outspread, In fainting radiance o'er earth's startled bed, Yet rests, like the death gleam of beauty's eye, Or last rich tint of an autumnal sky. And now in fleecy clouds the heav'ns appear. Again it darts, dreamer, there's naught ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. - Volume X, No. 280, Saturday, October 27, 1827. • Various
... this riddle right, or die: What liveth there beneath the sky, Four-footed creature that doth choose Now three feet and now twain to use, And still more feebly o'er the plain Walketh with three feet than ...
— Stories from the Greek Tragedians • Alfred Church
... marriage of thine, as all Muslims must—for all that in itself it was unlawful. But there!" he ended with a shrug. "We sail together once again to crush the Spaniard. Let no ill-will on either side o'er-cloud the ...
— The Sea-Hawk • Raphael Sabatini
... him there on the lone praire-e-e Where the owl all night hoots mournfulle-e-e And the blizzard beats and the wind blows free O'er his lonely ...
— The Texan - A Story of the Cattle Country • James B. Hendryx
... sprang from the foam of the ocean wave. All the gods pay their homage at her beauteous shrine, And adore her as potent, resistless, divine! To her Paris, the shepherd, awarded the prize, Sought by Juno the regal, and Pallas the wise. Who rules o'er her lord in the Turkish , Reigns queen of his heart, and e'er basks in his smile? 'Tis she, who resplendent, shines loveliest of all, And beauty holds power in her magic thrall. Then heed not the clamors that Grammont may raise, ...
— "Written by Herself" • Baron Etienne Leon Lamothe-Langon
... ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils—never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarred by spur or rod, A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea."[11] ...
— A Book of Natural History - Young Folks' Library Volume XIV. • Various
... Nay prithee, good wife, cease to stun the Gods With thanking them that you have found your daughter; Unless you fancy they are like yourself, And think they can not understand a thing Unless said o'er and o'er a hundred times. —But meanwhile (coming forward) wherefore do my son ...
— The Comedies of Terence • Publius Terentius Afer
... stead you can find, To which, strange to say, you are never inclined. And the warmer you get when a lieing you take it, The more you wink at it, the less you forsake it. Wet blankets you throw over swells, but not so O'er my second, however puffed up it may grow. My third is so shallow you'll guess it before I've told you how many smart folks pass it o'er; Even Caesar went o'er it and by it and through it, And lived long enough, the baldpate, to rue it. Tho' shallow ...
— Our Young Folks—Vol. I, No. II, February 1865 - An Illustrated Magazine for Boys and Girls • Various
... twenty loves before Were each in turn, You say, the final flame that o'er My soul ...
— Robert F. Murray - his poems with a memoir by Andrew Lang • Robert F. Murray
... dale sweeping, To be in at the death of the fox; Or to whip, where the salmon are leaping, The river that roars o'er the rocks; 'Tis prime to bring down the cock pheasant; And yachting is certainly great; But, beyond all expression, 'tis pleasant To row in a rattling ...
— Interludes - being Two Essays, a Story, and Some Verses • Horace Smith
... blow o'er drifts of snow. Out in the cold who goes from here? "Good-by! good-by!" loud voices cry; "Good-by!" returns the brave Old Year. But looking back what word leaves he? "Oh, you must ...
— The Nursery, January 1877, Volume XXI, No. 1 - A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers • Various
... augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And Peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests, and tombs of brass ...
— Biographia Literaria • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... rent, Formed turret, dome, or battlement.— Or seemed fantastically set With cupola or minaret. Nor were these earth-born castles bare, Nor lacked they many a banner fair, For from their shivered brows displayed, Far o'er th' unfathomable glade, All twinkling with the dew-drop sheen, The brier-rose fell, in streamers green,— And creeping shrubs of thousand dyes Waved in ...
— Modern Painters Volume II (of V) • John Ruskin
... man a slave; Least, to the puny tribe his soul abhors, The tribe whose wigwams sprinkle Simcoe's shores. With scowling brow he stands and courage high, Watching with haughty and defiant eye His captors, as they council o'er his fate, Or strive his boldness to intimidate. Then fling they ...
— Flint and Feather • E. Pauline Johnson
... kisses chill'd our infant brows; She pluck'd the very flowers of daily life As from a grave where Silence only wept, And none but Hope lay buried. Her blue eyes Were like Forget-me-nots, o'er which the shade Of clouds still lingers when the moaning storm Hath pass'd away in night. It mattered not, They were the home from ...
— Cromwell • Alfred B. Richards
... the flame ringed een Glow with greed as the night sinks, black; Swerve and double still o'er your track The pitiless, ...
— Reminiscences of a South African Pioneer • W. C. Scully
... We get no sure reply As cold and stiff like thee our dear ones lie. Say, whither does the spirit seek its home When all the battle's o'er, the victory won? Ah! whither ...
— Bristol Bells - A Story of the Eighteenth Century • Emma Marshall
... the star is set, Would they see in these thronging streets, Where the life of the city beats With endless rush and strain, Men of a better mold, Nobler in heart and brain, Than the men of three thousand years ago, In the pagan cities old, O'er which the lichens ...
— A Handbook for Latin Clubs • Various
... Noah, and in him on all mankind The Charter was conferr'd, by which we hold The flesh of animals in fee, and claim O'er all we feed on pow'r of life and death. But read the instrument, and mark it well. The oppression of a tyrannous control Can find no warrant there. Feed then, and yield Thanks for thy food. Carnivorous, through sin, Feed on the slain; ...
— A Portraiture of Quakerism, Volume I (of 3) • Thomas Clarkson
... breast her hands are tightly pressed, She bravely struggles with the old unrest; Yet lower droops her form, the lashes sweep Across her cheeks. Dark memories seem to creep Upon her heavy heart and weigh it down. As shadows fall at night o'er vale and town; And still and white as some pale form of death She stands, with folded hands and ...
— Love or Fame; and Other Poems • Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
... hills round the vale of Glenco; Hard rise its rocks up the sides of the sky; Cold fall the streams from the snow on their summits; Bitter are the winds that search for the wanderer; False are the vapours that trail o'er the correi Blacker than caverns that hollow the mountain, Harder than crystals in the rock's bosom Colder than ice borne down in the torrents, More bitter than hail windswept o'er the correi, Falser than vapours that hide the dark precipice, Is the heart ...
— Malcolm • George MacDonald
... differs only in the stuff of his clothes, not the stuff of himself,][35] for he bare the king's sword before he had arms to wield it; yet being once laid o'er the shoulder with a knighthood, he finds the herald his friend. His father was a man of good stock, though but a tanner or usurer; he purchased the land, and his son the title. He has doffed off the name of a [36][country fellow,] but the look not so easy, and his face still ...
— Microcosmography - or, a Piece of the World Discovered; in Essays and Characters • John Earle
... realm so fair, so richly fraught with treasures ever new; Where Nature hath her wonder wrought, and freely spread to view! Ho! Burghers old, be up and sing, God save the Volk and land, Then, Burghers young, your anthem ring, o'er veldt, o'er hill, o'er strand. And, Burghers all, stand ye or fall For hearths and ...
— In the Shadow of Death • P. H. Kritzinger and R. D. McDonald
... teacher of the high And holy mysteries of Heaven! How turned to thee each glazing eye, In mute and awful sympathy, As thy low prayers were given; And the o'er-hovering Spoiler wore, the while, An ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... Their motions, intervals, conjunctions, weights, And repercussions, nought of genial act Till now could follow, nor the seeds themselves E'en though conjoined in mutual bonds, co Thus air, secreted, rose o'er laboring earth; Secreted ocean flowed; and the pure fire, Secreted too, toward ...
— Christianity and Greek Philosophy • Benjamin Franklin Cocker
... They were na' saved, Mary. There's o'er a thousand gone. O'er a hundred Americans—hundreds of women and little bairns, Mary—like yours—Canadian mithers and bairns going to be near their brave lads —babies, Mary." And the big fellow dropped his rough head on his arms and sobbed like ...
— The Nest Builder • Beatrice Forbes-Robertson Hale
... instrument; and o'er its strings her rosy fingers twinkled, while with witchery of voice and beauty she enthralled him. Again she sang of love, reclinging there like an houri fit to grace the paradise of her Prophet; and the giant monk became a puppet in her hands. Now, although she sang of love, it ...
— Laughing Bill Hyde and Other Stories • Rex Beach
... men ne'er cut their names on doors or rock-heads, But leave the task to scribblers and to blockheads; Pert, trifling folks, who, bent on being witty, Scrawl on each post some fag-end of a ditty, Spinning, with spider's web, their shallow brains, O'er wainscots, ...
— Personal Memoirs Of A Residence Of Thirty Years With The Indian Tribes On The American Frontiers • Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
... down to dinner, My giant chum and I, O'er calipash and calipee We're both inclined to cry. For if Progressist fingers Once dip into our pan, Aloud, but vainly, we may cry, Whist! whist! ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 19, 1892 • Various
... of the daring heart, bright be thy doom As the bodings that light up thy bold spirit now. But the fate of M'Crimman is closing in gloom, And the breath of the grey wraith hath passed o'er ...
— Our Home in the Silver West - A Story of Struggle and Adventure • Gordon Stables
... on Pheretian steeds; With those of Tros bold Diomed succeeds; Close on Eumelus' back they puff the wind, And seem just mounting on his car behind; Full on his neck he feels the sultry breeze, And, hovering o'er, ...
— Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ • Lew Wallace
... art thou nothing? Such thou art as when The woodman winding westward up the glen At wintry dawn, when o'er the sheep-track's maze The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'ning haze, Sees full before him, gliding without tread, An image with a glory round its head: This shade he worships for its golden hues, And makes (not knowing) ...
— Notes and Queries, No. 179. Saturday, April 2, 1853. • Various
... dream flashes by, for the west-winds awake On pampas, on prairie, o'er mountain and lake, To bathe the swift bark, like a sea-girdled shrine With incense they stole from the rose and ...
— The Rise of the Dutch Republic, 1555-1566 • John Lothrop Motley
... skin white; Round your proud eyes to foolish kitten looks; Walk mincingly, and smirk, and twitch your robe: Unmake yourself—doff all the eagle plumes And be a parrot, chained to a ring that slips Upon a Spaniard's thumb, at will of his That you should prattle o'er his words again! ...
— George Eliot; A Critical Study of Her Life, Writings & Philosophy • George Willis Cooke
... and called down heaven's curses upon the coward of tomorrow's fight. Then the fierce gleam of shining steel, one wild war-whoop and all again was still. His words faded away in the echoless night till a holy hush brooded o'er beach and forest. ...
— The Black Wolf's Breed - A Story of France in the Old World and the New, happening - in the Reign of Louis XIV • Harris Dickson
... seas, o'er Afric's plain, And Asian mountains borne, The vigor of the Northern brain Shall nerve the ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 12, October, 1858 • Various
... Queen who rules the tide Now forward thrown, now bridled back, Smile o'er each answering smile, then hide Her grandeur in the transient rack, And yield her power, and veil her pride, And ...
— Ionica • William Cory (AKA William Johnson)
... of light Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o'er the shadowy white Morn glimmered like a ...
— AE in the Irish Theosophist • George William Russell
... six feet when he died, and had been remarkably strong and active. Add to this that he inherited a splendid constitution, with an unlimited capacity for enjoyment, and we have a fair idea of Henry Fielding at that moment of his career, when with passions "tremblingly alive all o'er"—as ...
— Fielding - (English Men of Letters Series) • Austin Dobson
... one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old ...
— Riley Love-Lyrics • James Whitcomb Riley
... Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 1 (of 4) • Various
... general plaudits speak the fable o'er, Which mute attention had approv'd before; Though under spirits love th' accustomed jest, Which chases sorrow from the vulgar breast; Still hearts refin'd their sadden'd tints retain— The sigh gives pleasure and the jest is pain: Scarce have they smiles to honour grace or wit, Though Roscius ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810 • Various
... till Davie got through wi' his playtime. The lad's myself o'er again, an' I ken weel he'll ne'er be contented until he settles cannily doon to ...
— Winter Evening Tales • Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
... do I, but it's none of our concern as I knows on; very like the pickles hurt him for dinner; Dick never had an o'er-strong stomach, as you might say. But you don't tell me how it m' happen you're let out at four o'clock, ...
— Men, Women, and Ghosts • Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
... pink-tipped daisies from the banks, the red dead-nettle from the hedge-rows, and perhaps herself, to please him, and out of gratitude as it were, reading some of Tannahill's songs, 'Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,' 'Langsyne, beside the woodland burn,' 'Keen blows the wind o'er the Braes o' Gleniffer,' 'We'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burn side.' Poor child! she had probably seen but little of the country during her hard life. Would she be surprised when all the hawthorn came out, and the lanes were scented? Perhaps he would be able to teach ...
— The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols • William Black
... how could fancy crown with thee, In ancient days, the god of wine, And bid thee at the banquet be, Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er; Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... healing. The tale of those hours by your lips may be told. But proud admiration will scarce brook concealing, And Punch to express it is courteously bold. He speaks for all England. For womanly valour We men have not shaped the right guerdon,—our loss! A brave woman's heart flushing red o'er fear's pallor, ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, June 27, 1891 • Various
... winds, that Huncamunca's mine! Echoes repeat, that Huncamunca's mine! The dreadful bus'ness of the war is o'er, And beauty, heav'nly beauty! crowns my toils! I've thrown the bloody garment now aside And ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... past, and morning, like a queen Deck'd in her glittering jewels, stately treads, With her own beauty flushing fair the scene, The while o'er all her robe of ...
— Jethou - or Crusoe Life in the Channel Isles • E. R. Suffling
... to thee, thou pleasant shore, The loved, the cherished home to me Of infant joy, a dream that's o'er, Farewell, ...
— Mary Queen of Scots, Makers of History • Jacob Abbott
... singing that old duet, Stately Maud and the tenor, McKey. "You are burning your coat with your cigarette, And qu' avez vous, dearest, your lids are wet," Maud says, as she leans o'er me. And I smile, and lie to her, husband-wise, "Oh, it is nothing but smoke ...
— Poems of Passion • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... the mocking bird—Listen to the mocking bird.... The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave. Listen to the mocking bird—Listen to the mocking bird.... Still singing where the weeping ...
— The Long Roll • Mary Johnston
... "The Voice that breathed o'er Eden" and saw the bride of twenty-five advance up the aisle to meet the bridegroom of forty-five awaiting her deeply flushed, in a distorted white waistcoat—I had mercilessly alluded to his white waistcoat as an error of ...
— The Lowest Rung - Together with The Hand on the Latch, St. Luke's Summer and The Understudy • Mary Cholmondeley
... limbs reposed, His locks curled high, leaving the forehead bare: And o'er his eyes the light lids gently closed, As they had feared to ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 2 August 1848 • Various
... of sweet music, the listeners hear, The stars and the angels give warning— He is coming in beauty, this joyful New Year, O'er the flower-strewn stairs ...
— Threads of Grey and Gold • Myrtle Reed
... baking, Turn'd to learning and gaming, religion, and raking, With the love of a wench, let his writings be chaste; Tip his tongue with strange matters, his lips with fine taste; That the rake and the poet o'er all may prevail, Set fire to the head and set fire to the tail; For the joy of each sex on the world I'll bestow it, This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. Though a mixture so odd, he shall merit great fame, ...
— Oliver Goldsmith • Washington Irving
... purling brooks, Old-fashioned halls, dull aunts, and croaking rooks, She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks and prayers three hours a day, To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with a spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon, Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire, Hum half a tune, tell stories to the Squire, Up to her Godly garret after seven, There starve and pray—for that's the ...
— History of English Humour, Vol. 2 (of 2) • Alfred Guy Kingan L'Estrange
... it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing ...
— The Mind and Its Education • George Herbert Betts
... May blossoms; and in the tender beauty of the day and season was lured on and on, and tempted to gather other wild bits of loveliness, till she at last found her hands full, and came home laden with tokens of where she had been. "O'er the muir, amang the heather," Eleanor's walk had gone; and her basket was gay with gorse and broom just opening; but from grassy banks on her way she had brought the bright blue speedwell; and clematis and bryony from the hedges, and from under them wild hyacinth ...
— The Old Helmet, Volume II • Susan Warner
... I but turn to left or right It does the same with all its might; It looks so ugly and so black When o'er my ...
— Cinderella; or, The Little Glass Slipper and Other Stories • Anonymous
... influences and impressions, I thought I heard celestial sounds upon mine ear; vibrating music's rapturous strain, as though an heavenly choir were near, dispensing melody and pain. As though some angels swept the strings, of harps ethereal o'er me hung, and fann'd me, as with seraph's wings, while thus the voices sweetly sung: "Be bold of heart, be strong of will, for unto thee by God is given, to roam the desert paths of earth, and thence explore the fields ...
— Australia Twice Traversed, The Romance of Exploration • Ernest Giles
... hard bread and cold bully we chew; It is months since we've tasted a stew; And the Jack Johnsons flare through the cold wintry air, O'er my little wet home in ...
— A Labrador Doctor - The Autobiography of Wilfred Thomason Grenfell • Wilfred Thomason Grenfell
... would not steal his crown. The emperor threw his crown under his cap, Beside them left the bird of ill omen, And plunged into the blue sea. St. John froze over the sea, With a twelve-fold ice-crust he froze it o'er, Seized the golden crown, flew on high to heaven. And the bird of ill omen began to caw. The emperor, at the bottom of the sea, divined the cause, Raced up, as for a wager, Brake three of the ice-crusts with his head, Then back turned he again, ...
— A Survey of Russian Literature, with Selections • Isabel Florence Hapgood
... hill and o'er dale So happy I roam, Work light and live well, All the world is my home; Then who so blythe, so ...
— Grimms' Fairy Tales • The Brothers Grimm
... 'O'er this sad world Death folds his gloomy pall, Bright buds hatch worms, flowers die, and ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 5, May, 1864 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her ...
— How I Found Livingstone • Sir Henry M. Stanley
... lilies brimmed; for you, Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads, Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine- With cassia then, and other scented herbs, Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off With yellow marigold. I too will pick Quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down, Chestnuts, which Amaryllis wont to love, And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less Shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck You too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near, For so your sweets ye mingle. Corydon, ...
— The Bucolics and Eclogues • Virgil
... field has kept Awns the last gleaner overstept, Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue A single season, never two; Or if one haulm whose year is o'er Shivers on the upland frore, -Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain Whatever will not flower again, To give him comfort: he and those Shall bide eternal bedfellows Where low upon the couch he lies ...
— A Shropshire Lad • A. E. Housman
... war of mocking words, and yet Behold, with tears my eyes are wet; I feel a nameless sadness o'er ...
— Memories • Max Muller
... the gallant gray steed and the turban bound high O'er thy fair bearded face; keep thy ...
— Tales Of The Punjab • Flora Annie Steel
... blossoms and fair green leaves—the beech-tree unfolded her emerald plumes—the fairy stems of the aspen and birch were dancing in light, and the stately ash was enwreathed with her garland of verdant green—the spirit of spring seemed to have waved o'er them the wand of enchantment. On this bright day, of which I now speak, all this mighty change had been accomplished, and earth and air seemed all so delightful, one could hardly imagine that it could be improved by aught added to or taken ...
— Sketches And Tales Illustrative Of Life In The Backwoods Of New Brunswick • Mrs. F. Beavan
... child! that smiling lay Where love's fond eyes, and bright stars gleamed, How long and toilsome grew the way O'er which those brilliant orbs had beamed; How oft the faltering step drew back In terror of the path, When giddy steep, and wildering track Seemed ...
— The International Weekly Miscellany, Volume I. No. 9. - Of Literature, Art, and Science, August 26, 1850 • Various
... winged hours, too swift, too sweet, And waft this message o'er To all we miss, from all we meet On ...
— A Mortal Antipathy • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... the old Night steals o'er me, Deepening till all is dead, I shall see thee still before ...
— Paul Faber, Surgeon • George MacDonald
... immortal soul With its hopes and its visions so bright, To send them in the train with the thoughts of the brain, Though their vesture seemed woven of light, To sigh, wail, and weep o'er the pulse-rhythmed sleep Of the ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 2, August, 1864 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... leaned o'er the edge of the moon, And wistfully gazed on the sea Where the Gryxabodill madly whistled a tune ...
— A Nonsense Anthology • Collected by Carolyn Wells
... For ever separate from God, From peace, and life, and rest; For ever underneath the rod That vengeance liketh best. 91. O ever, ever, this will drown'd Them quite and make them cry, We never shall get o'er thy bound, O, great eternity! 92. They sooner now the stars may count Than lose these dismal bands; Or see to what the motes[14] among Or number up the sands. 93. Then see an end of this their woe, Which now for sin ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... weary years of wandering o'er, We greet with joy this radiant shore; The promised land of liberty, The dawn of freedom's morn we see. O promised land, we enter in, With 'peace on earth, good will to men,' The 'Golden age' now comes again, And breaking every bond and chain; While every sect, and race and clime, ...
— The Right Knock - A Story • Helen Van-Anderson
... "Religion watches o'er his urn, And all the virtues bending mourn; Humanity, with languid eye, Melting for others' misery; Prudence, whose hands a measure hold, And Temperance, with a chain of gold; Fidelity's triumphant vest, And Fortitude in armor drest; Wisdom's grey locks, and Freedom, join The moral train ...
— Biographical Memorials of James Oglethorpe • Thaddeus Mason Harris
... stand: 65 But not for clan, nor kindred's cause, Will I depart from honour's laws; To assail a wearied man were shame, And stranger is a holy name; Guidance and rest, and food and fire, 70 In vain he never must require. Then rest thee here till dawn of day; Myself will guide thee on the way, O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward. Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, 75 As far as Coilantogle's ford; From thence thy warrant is thy sword."— "I take thy courtesy, by Heaven, As freely as 'tis nobly given!"— "Well, rest thee; for the bittern's cry 80 Sings us the lake's wild lullaby." ...
— The Ontario High School Reader • A.E. Marty
... bandit spirit, such as the jay possesses, which goes to make a moderate degree of danger almost a pastime. Not that he is without courage; when his nest is in question he will take great risks; but in general his manner is dispirited, "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought." ...
— Birds in the Bush • Bradford Torrey
... storm-wind is howling, the thunder is roaring; With flame blue and lambent the cloud-masses glow O'er the fathomless ocean; it catches the lightnings, And quenches them deep in ...
— Mother Earth, Vol. 1 No. 1, March 1906 • Various
... at her spinning-wheel, Good woman, stood and spun, "And what," says she, "is come o'er you, Is't airnest or ...
— The Wit of Women - Fourth Edition • Kate Sanborn
... the 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, As the ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... pure ablutions o'er, The larynx fairly gets to work, Amid the unplugged water's roar I caper, trolling round the floor, In tones as ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, January 28th, 1920 • Various
... God He doth sign and wonder, Tokens He shows in the land of Khem, He hath shattered the pride of the Kings asunder And casteth His shoe o'er the Gods of them! He hath brought forth frogs in their holy places, He hath sprinkled the dust upon crown and hem, He hath hated their kings and hath darkened their faces; Wonders He works ...
— The World's Desire • H. Rider Haggard and Andrew Lang
... a holy feeling, Vulgar minds, can never know, O'er the bosom softly stealing,— Chasten'd grief, delicious woe! Oh! how sweet at eve regaining Yon lone tower's sequester'd shade— Sadly ...
— Humorous Ghost Stories • Dorothy Scarborough
... The day, the day that glossed thee o'er, that carried Isolde away from me thither where she resembled the sun in the gleam and light of highest glory. What so enchanted my eye depressed my heart deep down to the ground. How could Isolde be mine in the bright ...
— Wagner's Tristan und Isolde • George Ainslie Hight
... nymph o'er the plain Come smiling and tripping along! A thousand Loves dance in her train, The Graces around her all throng. To meet her soft Zephyrus flies, And wafts all the sweets from the flowers, Ah, rogue I whilst he kisses her eyes, More sweets ...
— Joseph Andrews Vol. 1 • Henry Fielding
... goddess of the grove, hearing her sigh for love, touching her glowing small white hands, beholding her killing eyes languish, and her charming bosom rise and fall with short-breath'd uncertain breath; breath as soft and sweet as the restoring breeze that glides o'er the new-blown flowers: But oh what is it? What heaven of perfumes, when it inclines to the ravish'd Philander, and whispers love it dares not ...
— Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister • Aphra Behn
... fright all o'er, loud laughs ensued, From all within the house, To think that so much fear should be Caused ...
— The Mouse and the Christmas Cake • Anonymous
... Indian, Egyptian, Arabian, Persian; but Bagdad and Balsora, Grand Cairo, the silver Tigris, and the blooming gardens of Damascus, though they can be found indeed on the map, live much more truly in that enchanted realm that rises o'er "the foam of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn." What craft can sail those perilous seas like the book that has been called a great three-decker to carry tired people to Islands of the Blest? "The immortal fragment," says Sir Richard Burton, who perhaps knew the Arabian Nights as did no other ...
— The Arabian Nights - Their Best-known Tales • Unknown
... When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy ...
— Bible Stories and Religious Classics • Philip P. Wells
... She o'er all Hearts and Toasts must reign, Whose Eyes outsparkle bright Champaign; Or (when she will vouchsafe to smile,) The ...
— The Merry-Thought: or the Glass-Window and Bog-House Miscellany. Part 1 • Samuel Johnson [AKA Hurlo Thrumbo]
... the Northern empire pray Your Highness would enroll them with your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.' This I sealed: The seal was Cupid bent above a scroll, And o'er his head Uranian Venus hung, And raised the blinding bandage from his eyes: I gave the letter to be sent with dawn; And then to bed, where half in doze I seemed To float about a glimmering night, and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight, swell ...
— The Princess • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... arose And took their horses, and set forth to ride O'er the bridge Bifrost, where is Heimdall's watch, To the ash Igdrasil, and Ida's plain. Thor came on foot, ...
— Myths of the Norsemen - From the Eddas and Sagas • H. A. Guerber
... of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a ...
— English Synonyms and Antonyms - With Notes on the Correct Use of Prepositions • James Champlin Fernald
... out o'er the welkin keeks, Whan Batie ca's his owsen to the byre, Whan Thrasher John, sair dung, his barn-door steeks, And lusty lasses at the dighting tire: What bangs fu' leal the e'enings coming cauld, And gars snaw-tappit winter freeze in vain, Gars dowie mortals look baith blythe and bauld, Nor fley'd ...
— English Dialects From the Eighth Century to the Present Day • Walter W. Skeat
... race is gone—but still their children breathe, And glory crowns them with redoubled wreath: O'er Gael and Saxon mingling banners shine, And, England! add their stubborn strength to thine. The blood which flow'd with Wallace flows as free, But now 'tis only shed for fame and thee! Oh! pass not by the Northern veteran's claim, But give support—the ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. III - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... as if he ne'er had lived. Where are his friends and where his old acquaintance Who borrowed from his strength, when in the yoke, With weary pace the steep ascent they climbed? Where are the gay companions of his prime, Who with him ambled o'er the flowery turf, And proudly snorting, passed the way worn hack, With haughty brow; and, on his ragged coat Looked with contemptuous scorn? Oh yonder see, Carelessly basking in the mid-day sun They ...
— A Book For The Young • Sarah French
... naked loveliness, Actaeon-like; and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts along that rugged way Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and ...
— Shelley • Sydney Waterlow
... royal maiden who reigned beyond the sea: From sunrise to the sundown no paragon had she. All boundless as her beauty was her strength was peerless too, And evil plight hung o'er the knight who dared her love to woo. For he must try three bouts with her; the whirling spear to fling; To pitch the massive stone; and then to follow with a spring; And should he beat in every feat his wooing well has sped, ...
— The Travels of Marco Polo, Volume 2 • Marco Polo and Rustichello of Pisa
... high-handed act of classification that turns a deaf ear to everything not robust enough to hold its own; nevertheless even the most scrupulous of philosophers pockets his consistency at a pinch, and refuses to let the native hue of resolution be sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, nor yet fobbed by the rusty curb of logic. He is right, for assuredly the poor intellectual abuses of the time want countenancing now as much as ever, but so far as he countenances ...
— Luck or Cunning? • Samuel Butler
... slumbering city, summoning Its teeming thousands to the festival. A playful breeze, rich-laden with perfume From groves of orange, gently stirred the leaves, And curled the ripples on the Tiber's breast, Bearing to seaward o'er the flowery plain The rising peans' joyful melodies. Flung to the wind, high from the swelling dome That crowned the Capitol, the imperial banner, Broidered with gold and glittering with gems, Unfurled its azure field; and, as it caught The sunbeams and flashed down upon the ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 4 October 1848 • Various
... may yell. Each round the other's neck the champions cling, Then break away, and stagger round the ring. Now panting Pollux fails, his fists move slow, He trips, the Chicken plants a smashing blow. The native "pug" lies spent upon the floor, Lies for ten seconds,—and the fight is o'er. ...
— Punch Among the Planets • Various
... Hear, in the woods, what an awful crack! Wildly the owls are flitting, Hark to the pillars splitting Of palaces verdant ever, The branches quiver and sever, The mighty stems are creaking, The poor roots breaking and shrieking, In wild mixt ruin down dashing, O'er one another they're crashing; Whilst 'midst the rocks so hoary, Whirlwinds hurry and ...
— Isopel Berners - The History of certain doings in a Staffordshire Dingle, July, 1825 • George Borrow
... hold a classical correspondence? I can never forget the many agreeable hours we have passed in reading Horace and Virgil; and I think they are topics will never grow stale. Let us extend the Roman empire, and cultivate two barbarous towns o'er -run with rusticity and Mathematics. The creatures are so used to a circle, that they Plod on in the same eternal round, with their whole view confined to a punctum, cujus nulla est pars: "Their time a moment, and ...
— The Letters of Horace Walpole, Volume 1 • Horace Walpole
... hover'd o'er the field, And turn'd the hostile spear from Percy's breast, Lest thy fair image should be wounded there. But Harcourt should have told thee all my fate, ...
— Percy - A Tragedy • Hannah More
... Jill-o'er-the-ground is purple blue, Blue is the quaker-maid, The wild geranium holds its dew Long in the boulder's shade. Wax-red hangs the cup From the huckleberry boughs, In barberry bells the grey moths sup, Or where the choke-cherry lifts ...
— Gloucester Moors and Other Poems • William Vaughn Moody
... 'twixt banks close shaved to glide; Banish'd the thickets of high-bowering wood, Which hung, reflected o'er the glassy flood: Where screen'd and shelter'd from the heats of day, Oft on the moss-grown stone reposed I lay, And tranquil view'd the limpid stream below, Brown with o'er hanging shade, in circling eddies flow. Dear peaceful scenes, that now prevail no more, Your loss ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... the corse o'er which she leaned, As cold, with stifling breath, Her spirit sunk before the ...
— Helen and Arthur - or, Miss Thusa's Spinning Wheel • Caroline Lee Hentz
... sitting on the cellar hatch, watching what might be our last sunset o'er the dark hills of time. Peter was with us. It was his last Sunday to go home, but he had ...
— The Story Girl • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright ...
— Out-of-Doors in the Holy Land - Impressions of Travel in Body and Spirit • Henry Van Dyke
... my soul, thou must be waking— Now is breaking O'er the earth another day. Come to Him who made this splendour See thou render All thy feeble powers ...
— The Christian Life - Its Course, Its Hindrances, And Its Helps • Thomas Arnold
... strife between these godlike men; And as the hero's fame grows by Virgilian pen, So let Clarksonius Maximus be raised to heights As far above the moon as moon o'er lesser lights. ...
— Echoes from the Sabine Farm • Roswell Martin Field and Eugene Field
... the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing ...
— Elsie's Motherhood • Martha Finley
... gloomy, Sing some happy song, Meet the world's repining With a courage strong; Go with faith undaunted Through the ills of life, Scatter smiles and sunshine O'er its toil ...
— Heart of Gold • Ruth Alberta Brown
... in the twilight dim A low, soft strain That ye fancied a distant vesper-hymn, Borne o'er the plain By the zephyrs that rise on perfumed wing, When the sun's last ...
— Music and Some Highly Musical People • James M. Trotter
... accepted invitations to Tapton House to enjoy his hospitality, which never failed. With them he would "fight his battles o'er again," reverting to his battle for the locomotive; and he was never tired of telling, nor were his auditors of listening to, the lively anecdotes with which he was accustomed to illustrate the struggles of his early career. Whilst ...
— Lives of the Engineers - The Locomotive. George and Robert Stephenson • Samuel Smiles
... portraits might be painted by Paul Veronese; he had seen the palaces of Palladio, and the merchant princes on the Rialto, and the argosies of Ragusa, and all the wonders of that meeting-point of east and west; he had watched Tintoretto's mighty hand "hurling tempestuous glories o'er the scene;" and even, by dint of private intercession in high places, had been admitted to that sacred room where, with long silver beard and undimmed eye, amid a pantheon of his own creations, the ancient Titian, patriarch of art, still lingered upon earth, and told old ...
— Westward Ho! • Charles Kingsley
... by the clear-rinnin' burnie, The cushat may coo in the green woods again. The deer o' the mountain may drink at the fountain, Unfettered and free as the wave on the main; But the pibroch they played o'er the sweet blooming heather Is hushed in the sound of the ocean's wild roar; The song and the dance they hae vanish'd thegither, For the maids o' Glendarra ...
— An Historical Account of the Settlements of Scotch Highlanders in America • J. P. MacLean
... Hands seem'd wither'd; And on her crooked Shoulders had she wrap'd The tatter'd Remnants of an old striped Hanging, Which served to keep her Carcase from the Cold: So there was nothing of a Piece about her. Her lower Weeds were all o'er coarsly patch'd With diff'rent-colour'd Rags, black, red, white, yellow, And seem'd to speak Variety ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll; Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh, bear me safe above, ...
— The Three Comrades • Kristina Roy
... is floating on the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow. There is a path on the sea's azure floor, No keel hath ever ...
— The Long White Cloud • William Pember Reeves
... Timothy," they cried, "Buy him, and feed him on the tenderest grass; Thou canst not do too much for one so tried As to be twice transformed into an ass." So simple Gilbert bought him, and untied His halter, and o'er mountain and morass He led him homeward, talking as he went Of good behavior ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... have wept, O'er a loved father's fall, See every cherished promise swept,— Youth's sweetness turned to gall; Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way That led ...
— Sanders' Union Fourth Reader • Charles W. Sanders
... is ringing! "Take your seats, please!" Can't touch the Tea! Cup to the carriage must not take; Crockery may be lost, or broken; Refreshment sharks are wide awake. But—many a naughty word is spoken O'er Tea, Tea, scalding Tea! ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101. October 10, 1891 • Various
... tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and ...
— Select Poems of Thomas Gray • Thomas Gray
... Let Curdken's hat go! Blow, breezes, blow! Let him after it go! O'er hills, dales, and rocks. Away be it whirl'd, Till the golden locks Are ...
— My Book of Favorite Fairy Tales • Edric Vredenburg
... "Yes, we're busy night and day, As o'er the earth we take our way. We are bearers of the rain To the grasses, and flowers, and grain; We guard you from the sun's bright rays, In the ...
— McGuffey's Second Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... how rude soe'er the hand That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray; O, wake once more! though scarce my skill command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay: Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, And all unworthy of thy nobler strain, Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, The wizard note has not been touched ...
— The Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... lamp of Heaven shines brightly o'er The wave cerulean and the yellow shore; As, o'er those waves, a boat like light'ning flies, Slender, and frail in form, and small in size. —Frail though it be, 'tis manned by hearts as brave As e'er ...
— Philip Gilbert Hamerton • Philip Gilbert Hamerton et al
... and admired him, but now there was but one feeling in his bosom toward him, and that was one of unbounded respect. With a warm pressure of the hand he turned away, thinking, perchance, of his fair young daughter, who, far away o'er the Atlantic waves, little dreamed of the scene on which that summer moon was shining. As the conference ended; Mrs. Livingstone, who had learned nothing, glided, from her hiding-place, eagerly scanning her son's face to see if there was aught to justify her fears. ...
— 'Lena Rivers • Mary J. Holmes
... flag the breeze has kissed; Through ages long the morning sun Has risen o'er the early mist The flags of men to look upon. And some were red against the sky, And some with colors true were gay, And some in shame were born to die, For Flags of hate must pass away. Such symbols ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... at last in sudden loneliness, And whence they know not, why they need not guess; They more might marvel, when the greeting's o'er, Not that he came, but ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... Poet's Power, Darken with doubt his glory, Burst thou the spirit-spell he weaveth o'er thee, Till earthward bowed thine heart in youth's warm hour Grow hard as sinner hoary, Scorning the ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 461 - Volume 18, New Series, October 30, 1852 • Various
... be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, 10 When, after execution, Judgement hath Repented o'er ...
— Measure for Measure - The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.] • William Shakespeare
... Aleppo! whom the Bulbul choosing Would wander from his worshiped rose of May, O'er thy fair chalice her remembrance losing, To languish 'mid thy ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 6 June 1848 • Various
... upon terrace Rise the mountains o'er the humbler hills And stretch away to dizzy heights To meet heaven's own pure blue; From thence to steal those soft and filmy clouds With which to wrap their heads and shoulders— Bare of other cloak— Transforming them to rains ...
— Trail Tales • James David Gillilan
... to a soldier's grave By the bravest of the brave, He hath gained a nobler tomb Than in old cathedral gloom. Nobler mourners paid the rite, Than the crowd that craves a sight; England's banners o'er him waved, Dead he ...
— Camps, Quarters, and Casual Places • Archibald Forbes
... house at Florence on the hill Of Bellosguardo. 'Tis a tower which keeps A post of double observation o'er That valley of Arno (holding as a hand The outspread city) straight toward Fiesole And Mount Morello and the setting sun, The Vallombrosan mountains opposite, Which sunrise fills as full as crystal cups Turned red to the brim because their wine is red. No sun could die nor yet be born ...
— The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume II • Elizabeth Barrett Browning
... thy calmer doubts esteem The loving-kindness that with open hand Dispenses bounty in perennial stream. Oft hast thou proved, while in a foreign land A sojourner, as all thy fathers were, Thou pacest painfully the barren sand, How o'er thy path watches a Comforter, And scatters manna daily for thy food, And bids the smitten rocks that barrier The arid track, well out with gurgling flood, And oft to shade of green oasis leads, And, from pursuer thirsting ...
— Old-Fashioned Ethics and Common-Sense Metaphysics - With Some of Their Applications • William Thomas Thornton
... to be sure!" said Bob, his face all aglow with delight at gliding thus like Byron's corsair— "O'er the glad waters of ...
— Bob Strong's Holidays - Adrift in the Channel • John Conroy Hutcheson
... balconies, what mean they with their tapestry so fine? And why are garlands wreathed around the arch of Constantine? What mean those banners streaming bright o'er tower and glittering dome, Ye ladies fair and gentlemen, that throng the streets ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 449 - Volume 18, New Series, August 7, 1852 • Various
... Jack!" "Give us some more, old fellow!" And he generally did, much to everybody's satisfaction. We all loved Jack, the Poet of our mess. He sleeps, his battles o'er, in Hollywood. ...
— Detailed Minutiae of Soldier life in the Army of Northern Virginia, 1861-1865 • Carlton McCarthy
... away beyond the seas, In happy flight o'er many a land, O'er many a mountain on he flees To face Lethania's southern strand, Nor rested long upon the road Until ...
— Bolougne-Sur-Mer - St. Patrick's Native Town • Reverend William Canon Fleming
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