"E'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... interruption, "working along with the exploring gang, our stock of liquor fell short, and we had to make the best of it in the cold with a spirt of spirits and a pinch of sugar, drowned in more hot water than had ever got down the throat of e'er a man of the lot of us before. We christened the brew 'Squaw's Mixture,' because it was such weak stuff that even a woman couldn't have got drunk on it if she tried. Squaw means woman in those parts, you know; and Mixture means—what you've got afore ...
— Hide and Seek • Wilkie Collins
... "He e'er-festooning every interval, As the adventurous spider, making light Of distance, shoots her threads from depth to height, From barbican to battlement; so flung Fantasies forth and in their centre swung Our architect,—the breezy morning fresh Above, and merry,—all his waving mesh Laughing ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 13, No. 79, May, 1864 • Various
... secret passions laboured in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seized alive, Not scornful virgins who their charms survive, Not ardent lover robbed of all his bliss, 5 Not ancient lady when refused a kiss, Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, Not Cynthia when her manteau's pinned awry, E'er felt such rage, resentment, and despair, As thou, sad virgin! for thy ...
— The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems • Alexander Pope
... stricken one! whose toil can gain, And barely gain, the coarsest fare, From bitter thoughts and words refrain; Yield not to dark despair! The blackest night that e'er was born Was followed by a radiant morn; Heed not the world's unfeeling scorn, Nor think life's brittle thread ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 3 September 1848 • Various
... all The 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 ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace
... ever Honor ye our holy band! And with heart and soul endeavor E'er as high-souled men to stand! Up to feast, ye men united! Worthy be your fathers' fame, And the sword may no one claim, Who to honor ...
— Views a-foot • J. Bayard Taylor
... deep for swift telling; and yet, my one lover, I 've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night." By the sycamore passed he, and through the white clover, Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight; But I 'll love him more, more Than e'er wife loved before, Be the days dark ...
— Victorian Songs - Lyrics of the Affections and Nature • Various
... 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 ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham
... high-bred faces— Hawthorns in white wedding favours, Scented with celestial savours— Daisies, like sweet country maidens, Wear white scolloped frills to-day; 'Neath her hat of straw the Peasant Primrose sitteth, Nor permitteth Any of her kindred present, Specially the milk-sweet cowslip, E'er to leave the tranquil shade; By the hedges, Or the edges Of some stream or grassy glade, They look upon the scene half ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy
... 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 ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... to heaven and bring thy prayer to Jove, If e'er by word or act thou gav'st him aid. For I remember, in my father's halls I often heard thee, glorying, tell how thou, Alone of all the gods, didst interpose To save the cloud-compeller, Saturn's son, From shameful overthrow, when all the rest Who dwell upon Olympus had conspired To bind ...
— The Story of Troy • Michael Clarke
... the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wish'd to change, his place: Unpractis'd he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More skill'd to raise the wretched ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... creature—kindles, soothes, and inspirits: the cup of wine warmed by the smile of woman gives courage to the soldier and genius to the minstrel. With Burns—and he was no ordinary seer—I hold that the sweetest hours that e'er we spend are spent among the lasses. I will go farther and say the most profitable hours. And some sweet and profitable hours 'twas mine to spend among the fawn-orbed lasses of Puerto, with their childlike gaiety, their desire to please, and their fetching ...
— Romantic Spain - A Record of Personal Experiences (Vol. II) • John Augustus O'Shea
... thou a father? did the generous tide Of warm parental love e'er fill thy veins, And bid thee feel an interest in thy kind? Did the pulsation of that icy heart Quicken and vibrate to some gentle name, Breathed in ...
— Mark Hurdlestone - Or, The Two Brothers • Susanna Moodie
... cruel, go To her who has inflam'd your Heart, but know, That now Melissa (justly enrag'd) Will soon raise all th' Infernal Monsters up, All ugly Harpies shall approach, Cerberus and Furies, Fire and Flames appear. And e'er you close my Rival in your Arms, Replete with Anguish ...
— Amadigi di Gaula - Amadis of Gaul • Nicola Francesco Haym
... fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that, The honest man, though, e'er sae poor Is king o' ...
— At Home And Abroad - Or, Things And Thoughts In America and Europe • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... try, 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 ...
— The Morgesons • Elizabeth Stoddard
... their own drooping eyes, Reflected in the crystal calm. The wave Of the boat's motion marred their pensive task, Which naught but vagrant bird, or wanton wind, 410 Or falling spear-grass, or their own decay Had e'er disturbed before. The Poet longed To deck with their bright hues his withered hair, But on his heart its solitude returned, And he forbore. Not the strong impulse hid 415 In those flushed cheeks, bent eyes, and shadowy frame Had yet performed ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... Fraternity drinke in, The tombe of Beauchampe, and sword of Sir Guy a Warwicke, The great long Dutchman, and roaring Marget a Barwicke, The mummied Princes, and Caesar's wine yet i' Dover, Saint James his ginney-hens, the Cassawarway[2] moreover, The Beaver i' the Parke (strange Beast as e'er any man saw), Downe-shearing Willowes with teeth as sharpe as a hand-saw, The lance of John a Gaunt, and Brandon's still i' the Tower, The fall of Ninive, with Norwich built in an hower. King Henries slip-shoes, the sword of ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 215, December 10, 1853 • Various
... 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 - to which is prefixed the Musick to each Song • John Gay
... mounting 'mong Grmes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie lea! 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 like young Lochinvar! Sir ...
— The American Union Speaker • John D. Philbrick
... in words of gold No time or sorrow e'er shall dim, That little children might be bold In perfect trust to come ...
— The Ontario Readers - Third Book • Ontario Ministry of Education
... ye here, my children? Haste away! Maria waits you for the ball; folk say 'T will be the bravest show e'er seen in Naples. I warrant you the Spagnoletto brings The richest jewels—what say'st thou, ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. I (of II.), Narrative, Lyric, and Dramatic • Emma Lazarus
... 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 ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 102, June 25, 1892 • Various
... hands, A stately pile, and fair to see! The chisel's touch, and pencil's trace, Have blent for it a goodly grace; And yet, it much less pleaseth me, Than did the simple rustic cot, Which occupied of yore that spot. For, 'neath its humble shelter, grew The fairest flower that e'er drank dew; A lone exotic of the wood, The fairy of the solitude, Who dwelt amid its loneliness To brighten, beautify, and bless. The summer sky's serenest blue, Would best portray her eye's soft hue; From her white brow were backward rolled Long curls of mingled light and gold; The flush ...
— Mazelli, and Other Poems • George W. Sands
... collecting all the Resolution I was Mistress of, I arose and after packing up some necessary apparel for Sophia and myself, I dragged her to a Carriage I had ordered and we instantly set out for London. As the Habitation of Augustus was within twelve miles of Town, it was not long e'er we arrived there, and no sooner had we entered Holboun than letting down one of the Front Glasses I enquired of every decent-looking Person that we passed "If ...
— Persuasion • Jane Austen
... 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 ...
— Lady John Russell • Desmond MacCarthy and Agatha Russell
... fern-plant, green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender, Waving in the wind, crept down so low; Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it; Playful sunbeams darted in and found it; Drops of dew stole down by night and crowned it; But no foot of man e'er came that way, Earth was ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham
... Hellebore fill two scenes, Sovereign plants to purge the veins Of melancholy, and cheer the heart Of those black fumes which make it smart; The best medicine that God e'er made For ...
— Herbal Simples Approved for Modern Uses of Cure • William Thomas Fernie
... Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over ...
— Ontario Teachers' Manuals: Literature • Ontario Ministry of Education
... sweeter sound on winter morn Than music of the hounds and horn? What prettier sight could e'er be seen Than hounds ...
— A Horse Book • Mary Tourtel
... his family's necessities, making many hundred gross of long tagged laces, to fill up the vacancies of his time, which he had learned to do for that purpose, since he had been in prison. There, also, I surveyed his library, the least, but yet the best that e'er I saw—the Bible and the Book of Martyrs.[245] And during his imprisonment (since I have spoken of his library), he writ several excellent and useful treatises, particularly The Holy City, Christian Behaviour, ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... 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, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... "Have you e'er seen the street of Clovelly? The quaint, rambling street of Clovelly, With its staircase of stone leading down to the sea, To the harbour so sleepy, so old, and so wee, The queer, crooked street ...
— Penelope's Postscripts • Kate Douglas Wiggin
... 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 orphans, My Bonnie ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various
... "If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice, 'Believe no more,' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the ...
— A Hero and Some Other Folks • William A. Quayle
... lordling's slave, By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in ...
— A Review of Hoffman's Race Traits and Tendencies of the American Negro - The American Negro Academy. Occasional Papers No. 1 • Kelly Miller
... pray tell, what can such people e'er meet with That can be truly call'd great?—what that ...
— The Social Cancer - A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere • Jose Rizal
... brow 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 ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 6 • Charles H. Sylvester
... Should he e'er be inclined his Tutors and Deans to look with contempt upon (Observing the maxims of Raleigh and Drake, who never thought much of a Don), Let him think there are things in the nautical line that even a Don can do, For only too ...
— Lyra Frivola • A. D. Godley
... straight To holy Jordan wendeth; The Holy Ghost from heaven's gate In dovelike shape descendeth; That thus the truth be not denied, Nor should our faith e'er waver, That the Three Persons all preside, At Baptism's holy laver, And dwell ...
— The Hymns of Martin Luther • Martin Luther
... knowledge Of the fact but matters little. See me presently, for I Much must speak upon this business, And for me you much must do For a part will be committed To you in the strangest drama That perhaps the world e'er witnessed. As for these, that you may know That I mean not your remissness To chastise, ...
— Life Is A Dream • Pedro Calderon de la Barca
... obstacle indeed that we could scarce surmount. At last we thought we had it; yes, were sure we knew it all. "You may each one recite it." Hark! it was our teacher's call. Just imagine how we did it? You will guess it nearly right. And then to say it backward! Were you e'er in such a plight? Then we studied till (I mean it) e'en the paper on the wall, Each door, and sash, and picture frame, and objects one and all, In strokes and angles fairly danced before our very eyes, And in our dreams they haunted us in every ...
— Silver Links • Various
... cumbered wi' th' babby, an' made me the posset an' brought it upstairs as proud as could be, an' carried the lad as war as heavy as two children for five mile an' ne'er grumbled, all the way to Warson Wake, 'cause I wanted to go an' see my sister, as war dead an' gone the very next Christmas as e'er come. An' him to be drownded in the brook as we passed o'er the day we war married an' come home together, an' he'd made them lots o' shelves for me to put my plates an' things on, an' showed 'em me as proud as could be, 'cause he know'd I should be pleased. An' he war to die an' ...
— Adam Bede • George Eliot
... of ours, records, England all Olivers and Rowlands 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 ...
— King Henry VI, First Part • William Shakespeare [Aldus edition]
... Rhine; Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine; Her France pursues some dream divine; Her Norway keeps his mountain pine; Her Italy waits by the western brine; And, broad-based under all, Is planted England's oaken-hearted mood, As rich in fortitude As e'er went worldward from the island-wall! Fused in her candid light, To one strong race all races here unite; Tongues melt in hers, hereditary foemen Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan. 'Twas glory, once to be a Roman: She makes it glory, now, ...
— America First - Patriotic Readings • Various
... fair by Tavy stream. But treacherous time hath tripped my glories up, The stanch old hound must yield to stancher pup; Here's one so tall as I, and twice so bold, Where I took only cuffs, takes good red gold. From pole to pole resound his wondrous works, Who slew more Spaniards than I e'er slew Turks; I strode across the Tavy stream: but he Strode round the world and back; ...
— Westward Ho! • Charles Kingsley
... competitor on earth. He therefore made light of her engagement, saying, with a smile of self-approbation, "Mayhap she will change her mind; what signifies his being a lord? I think myself as good a man as e'er a lord in Christendom, and I'll see if a commoner worth three thousand a year won't serve her turn." This determination startled me not a little; I knew he would soon discover the contrary of what I advanced; and as I believed he would find her ear ...
— The Adventures of Roderick Random • Tobias Smollett
... a Lutrin is compleat, And one in action; ludicrously great. Each wheel rolls round in due degrees of force; E'en Episodes are needful, or of course: Of course, when things are virtually begun E'er the first ends, the Father and the Son: Or else so needful, and exactly grac'd, That nothing ...
— An Essay on Satire, Particularly on the Dunciad • Walter Harte
... to squander e'er Have Norsemen bold, He came self-bidden 'mongst us here," Thus Carl was told; "If we can drive him back agen, We now must try!" And it was Peter Colbiornsen Made that reply. Thus for Norroway fight ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... Orpheus, &c. Compel me not What is beneath to 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? ...
— Woman in the Ninteenth Century - and Kindred Papers Relating to the Sphere, Condition - and Duties, of Woman. • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... her grief While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one but her secret God To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod Received on Freedom's field ...
— The Flag • Homer Greene
... on the witch abhorred, Confines her in a COCKLE SHELL, And breaks all her enchantments fell, Catches her principal LIEUTENANT, Makes him of a split pine the tenant; Carries away the lady, nimble, As e'er Miss Merton plied her THIMBLE; Oh! this story would your frowns unbend. Could I tell it to ...
— Abbeychurch - or, Self-Control and Self-Conceit • Charlotte M. Yonge
... can e'er be lost— The spring will come in spite of frost. Go crop the branch Of maple stanch, The root will ...
— Our Friend John Burroughs • Clara Barrus
... dark with a candle within! When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, Our chair a broad pumpkin,—our lantern the moon, Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam, In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team Then thanks for thy present! none sweeter or better E'er smoked from an oven or circled a platter! Fairer hands never wrought at a pastry more fine, Brighter eyes never watched o'er its baking, than thine! And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express, Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less, That the days of thy lot may be ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... shelter, hadst thou praised me more? I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby No whit less, only the more friendless I. And more, when bards tell tales, were it not worse My house should lie beneath the stranger's curse? Now he is my sure friend, if e'er I stand Lonely in Argos, in ...
— Alcestis • Euripides
... a fine Shall walk the streets or at a tavern dine. One day and half 'tis requisite to rest From toilsome labor and a tempting feast. Henceforth let none on peril of their lives Attempt a journey or embrace their wives; No barber, foreign or domestic bred, Shall e'er presume to dress a lady's head; No shop shall spare (half the preceding day) A yard of riband or an ...
— Sabbath in Puritan New England • Alice Morse Earle
... shook his reins, and called his steed To bear him swiftly on. Full well it knew its Master's need To hurry e'er the dawn. From house to house they scampered down, Their sleigh-bells ringing clear, Through chimneys in the sleepy town— Good ...
— The Goblins' Christmas • Elizabeth Anderson
... a stony heart Or whatever it is, it belongs to you: I vow myself thy slave, And always I shall e'er be true!" ...
— The Twelfth Hour • Ada Leverson
... mercy lead the great To stoop from high to low estate? Did e'er such love incline the heart To take ...
— Hymns from the East - Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the - Holy Eastern Church • John Brownlie
... 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 Is ...
— Practical Ethics • William DeWitt Hyde
... turned away. Whatever he wore or did, there was a picturesque grace about him, thought Cecil; and as his boat became smaller and smaller in the distance, she wished, in the bitterness of her heart, they had both sunk in the squall of yesterday, e'er she had discovered how falsely he ...
— Bluebell - A Novel • Mrs. George Croft Huddleston
... you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth
... was Jose-Don, of course,— A true Hidalgo, free from every stain Of Moor or Hebrew blood, he traced his source Through the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain; A better cavalier ne'er mounted horse, Or, being mounted, e'er got down again, Than Jose, who begot our hero, who Begot—but ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 6 • Lord Byron
... purple present shall be richly paid; That vow performed, fasting shall be abolished; None e'er served heaven well with a starved face: Preach abstinence no more; I tell thee, Mufti, Good feasting is devout; and thou, our head, Hast a religious, ruddy countenance. We will have learned luxury; our lean faith Gives scandal to the christians; they feed high: Then ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Vol. 7 (of 18) - The Duke of Guise; Albion and Albanius; Don Sebastian • John Dryden
... inquired: "Who art thou, my butterfly? Tell me now, e'er I die." Her attitude was a credit ...
— Mistress Nell - A Merry Tale of a Merry Time • George C. Hazelton, Jr.
... as in a trance, when e'er The languors of thy love-deep eyes Float on me. I would I were So tranced, so wrapt in ecstasies, To stand apart, and to adore, ...
— She and I, Volume 1 • John Conroy Hutcheson
... a voice was heard; The spirit its summons obeyed; And to sorrowing Friendship still echoes the word While she weeps o'er the mouldering dead. Not a tear can e'er start from those eyelids again; Not a sigh can e'er heave from that breast:— But reposing awhile on a pillow of clay, It will waken renew'd, and then, bounding away, Will ascend to the ...
— The Baptist Magazine, Vol. 27, January, 1835 • Various
... 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 ...
— Blood and Iron - Origin of German Empire As Revealed by Character of Its - Founder, Bismarck • John Hubert Greusel
... cheerful fire, Our Mother's patient look, The firelight on her silver hair, And on the Holy Book;— Where e'er our erring feet may stray, The welcome waits the same,— That light, that look will follow ...
— The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems • Kate Seymour Maclean
... 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, ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... silenced, 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 ...
— The Adventures of A Brownie - As Told to My Child by Miss Mulock • Miss Mulock
... from shore to shore, The small arms make a rattle; Since war's began, I'm sure no man E'er ...
— The Story of Commodore John Barry • Martin Griffin
... forests, dark and lone, For there the wild-bird's merry tone I hear from morn till night; And lovelier flowers are there, I ween, Than e'er in Eastern lands were seen In ...
— The New McGuffey Fourth Reader • William H. McGuffey
... be cock-sure of the stuff you drink, if e'er a man did," said the boatbuilder, whose eye blazed yellow in this frothing season of song ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... 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 ...
— Bamboo Tales • Ira L. Reeves
... they knew; for you must understand That Camelot lay close to Fairyland, And the wild blast of fairy horns, once known, Is straightway recognized as soon as blown, Being a sound unique, unearthly, shrill,— Between a screech-owl and a whip-poor-will. The mischief is, that no one e'er can tell Whether such heralding bodes ill ...
— Gawayne And The Green Knight - A Fairy Tale • Charlton Miner Lewis
... be at your ball—dear Eliza, Could you doubt of my wish to be there, When ask'd by the maiden I prize a- Bove all maidens, though e'er so fair? Busy fancy brings back in my dreams The walks, still enchanting, we took, When the zephyrs scarce ruffled the streams, No sound heard, save the murm'ring brook; The stars we together have watched— What pleasure these ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 13, No. 363, Saturday, March 28, 1829 • Various
... it does. Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness, in the shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak— By whose immovable stem I stand and seem Almost annihilated—not a prince, In all that proud old world beyond the deep, E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath and ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... about my own ears For lack of amusements ideal; But plays, concerts, shopping, Di'ramas so bright, That enlarge the pent mind at a view, Are fled with my friends; I'm the wretchedest wight That from devil ennui, e'er look'd blue! ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 14, No. 397, Saturday, November 7, 1829. • Various
... I know will soon be wearie Of any book, how grave so e'er it be, Except it have odd matter, strange and merrie, Well sauc'd with lies and ...
— Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists • Washington Irving
... sell my bat, I sell my ball, I sell my spinning-wheel and all; And I'll do all that e'er I can To follow the ...
— Games For All Occasions • Mary E. Blain
... of victory for laurels won Give place to grief for Lawrence, Valor's son. The warrior who was e'er his country's pride Has for ...
— The Mentor: The War of 1812 - Volume 4, Number 3, Serial Number 103; 15 March, 1916. • Albert Bushnell Hart
... stayed with Condon that night, fighting their old campaigns over again, e'er they retired to rest, not to meet again till eleven years after the Manchester Rescue, when Condon and Burke came across each other in New York, each having suffered in the interval a long term of imprisonment, and it was the last night that Burke and Condon passed on earth ...
— The Life Story of an Old Rebel • John Denvir
... e'er my prey I catch, Shall raise wild terror in each breast; If luck or skill that prey shall snatch From my wild wheel, the shock ...
— Mr. Punch Awheel - The Humours of Motoring and Cycling • J. A. Hammerton
... howl'd at village door, The oaks were shatter'd on the green; Woe was the hour—for never more That hapless Countess e'er was seen! ...
— Kenilworth • Sir Walter Scott
... that hour Would come with joy to ev'ry honest heart, Would shed divinest blessings from its wing; But no such hour in all the round of time, I fear, the fates averse will e'er lead on. ...
— The Grecian Daughter • Arthur Murphy
... God One single thought on Indians e'er bestowed; To them his care extends, or even knew, Before Columbus told ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 88, February, 1865 • Various
... gorgeous array Promenades in the streets of Verona; She is seeking a heart, which has wandered astray, To the serious loss of its owner. Her heart is all safe; but her sense of her charms Is still great—for what woman e'er lost it?— So my second precedes her t'allay her alarms, And to speak in her ...
— Harper's Young People, September 21, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... 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 where old ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... Should e'er the fortune be my lot To be made a wealthy bride, I'll glad my parents' lowly cot, All ...
— Charles Dickens and Music • James T. Lightwood
... 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
... Did'st thou e'er breathe a sigh to me, And I not breathe as deep to thee? Or hast thou whispered in mine ear A word of sorrow or of fear,— Or have I seen thee shed a tear,— And looked a ...
— The Baron's Yule Feast: A Christmas Rhyme • Thomas Cooper
... that I so loathe that 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 seem as though, ...
— Life of Robert Browning • William Sharp
... Jaf. Could my nature e'er Have brook'd injustice, or the doing wrongs, I need not now thus low have bent myself To gain a hearing from a cruel father. ...
— Venice Preserved - A Tragedy • Thomas Otway
... 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 not ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... strengthened, and we might ourselves be made easy. But let us now no longer renew these sorrowful pictures Knowing how readily fear steals into the heart of us mortals, And anxiety, worse to me than the actual evil. Come with me into the room behind, our cool little parlor, Where no sunbeam e'er shines, and no sultry breath ever enters Through its thickness of wall. There mother will bring us a flagon Of our old eighty-three, with which we may banish our fancies. Here 'tis not cosey to drink: the flies so buzz round the glasses." Thither adjourned they then, and all ...
— Hermann and Dorothea • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
... root that's unclean, hope if you can; No washing e'er whitens the black Zigan: The tree that's bitter by birth and race, If in paradise garden to grow you place, And water it free with nectar and wine, From streams in paradise meads that shine, At the end its nature it ...
— The Zincali - An Account of the Gypsies of Spain • George Borrow
... I feel, If pity e'er ye knew;— An aged father's wounds to heal, Thro' scenes of ...
— Poems (1786), Volume I. • Helen Maria Williams
... an Austral Pindar daring soar, Where not the Theban eagle reach'd before. And, O Britannia! shouldst thou cease to ride Despotic Empress of old Ocean's tide; — Should thy tamed Lion — spent his former might, — No longer roar the terror of the fight; — Should e'er arrive that dark disastrous hour, When bow'd by luxury, thou yield'st to pow'r; — When thou, no longer freest of the free, To some proud victor bend'st the vanquish'd knee; — May all thy glories in another sphere Relume, and shine more brightly ...
— An Anthology of Australian Verse • Bertram Stevens
... thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart. But these thou must renounce, if lust of wealth E'er win its way to thy corrupted heart; For ah! it poisons like a scorpion's dart; Prompting the ungenerous wish, the selfish scheme, The stern resolve, unmoved by pity's smart, The troublous day, and long distressful dream. Return, my roving Muse! ...
— The Minstrel; or the Progress of Genius - with some other poems • James Beattie
... who guards the Sea-boy's head, He, who can save or can destroy, Snatch'd up to Heav'n the purest soul That e'er ...
— The Olden Time Series, Vol. 6: Literary Curiosities - Gleanings Chiefly from Old Newspapers of Boston and Salem, Massachusetts • Henry M. Brooks
... the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. 35 The paths of glory lead but ...
— Selections from Five English Poets • Various
... wash the dishes, And also dry them, too. It makes your paws so soft and white, I really think—don't you? Some folks are awful fussy, When e'er they dust or sweep. They'd rather pile the dirt all up In ...
— Buddy And Brighteyes Pigg - Bed Time Stories • Howard R. Garis
... the music had! 'Beautiful 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 pauses of ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... Swipes, he was a seaman true, As brave and bold a tar As e'er was dressed in navy ...
— Poor Jack • Frederick Marryat
... 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
... cracking like guns. Is this lousy room a place for me that's used to a ship as clean as a cat from stem to stern?' And you stand up bravely, and you look the man of the public house square in the shifty eyes, and you say: 'Listen, bastard! Do you ken e'er a master wants a sailing man? A sailor as knows his trade, crafty in trouble, and a wildcat in danger, and as peaceful as a hare in the long grass?' And you're off again on the old trade and the old road, where the next port is the best port, ...
— The Wind Bloweth • Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne
... boon e'er given to women, and yet the bitterest woe to many, the rock on which you wrecked your life, child? Tell ...
— Jolly Sally Pendleton - The Wife Who Was Not a Wife • Laura Jean Libbey
... the bitter blade, And poison'd it with bane of lies and drew, And stabb'd—O God! the Cruel Cripple slew; And cowards fled or lent him trembling aid, She fell and died—in all the tale of time The direst deed e'er done, ...
— A Treasury of War Poetry - British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917 • Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by George Herbert Clarke
... sufficient ransom for offence, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer, As e'er I did ...
— Elsie's Motherhood • Martha Finley
... thy toils, For visions won and lost, And count the fancied spoils, If e'er they quit the cost; And if they still possess Thy mind, as worthy things, Pick straws with Bedlam Bess, And ...
— Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England • Robert Bell
... sentence was o'er? 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 a trembler, ...
— Indian Legends and Other Poems • Mary Gardiner Horsford
... hung, and shuddering knew That human help was none; One thinking soul mid the horrid crew, In the ghastly desert I was alone— Deeper than human speech e'er sounded, By the sad ...
— Rampolli • George MacDonald
... 'twould be to ride in mail A weary quest for the Holy Grail; Wield Saxon steel 'gainst Saracen sword Around the sepulcher of our Lord; See Cross and Crescent and mailed hand All plashed with blood in that sacred land, Than doubt that heaven e'er shed its light Deep into this world's long troublous night; That God hears our prayers, knows all our pains, That earthly sorrows are heavenly gains, That the grave's the gate to lasting life, Unsullied by sorrow, ...
— Volume 1 of Brann The Iconoclast • William Cowper Brann
... Jones—for, though as prayerful, To grease his wheels he e'er was careful, And healed, with ready stitch, each rent That ruthless time or tempest sent; And thus, by works, his faith expressed, Good neighbor Jones ...
— Poems • Sam G. Goodrich
... forfend!' the Hero cried, 'That e'er to chase or battle more These limbs the sacred steed bestride That once my Maker's image bore; If not a boon allow'd to thee, Thy Lord and mine its Master be, My tribute to the King, From whom I hold, as fiefs, since birth, Honor, renown, ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... 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 fate, To be encumbered ...
— The Memoirs of Count Grammont, Complete • Anthony Hamilton
... and to quicken it, to give it voice and language, praise and love for all eternity! And who shall say that the human soul is not infinite? Who, beside the woman he adores, before the face of Nature, and beneath the eye of God, e'er felt the limits of existence, or of his power of life and love? O Love! the base may fear thee, and the wicked proscribe thee! Thou art the high priest of this world, the revealer of Immortality, the fire of the altar; ...
— Raphael - Pages Of The Book Of Life At Twenty • Alphonse de Lamartine
... from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose ...
— Hymns and Spiritual Songs • Isaac Watts
... O thou, whose idle knee Rocks earth into a lethargy, And with thy sooty fingers hast benight The world's fair cheeks, blow, blow thy spite; Since thou hast puffed our greater taper, do Puff on, and out the lesser too. If e'er that breath-exiled flame return, Thou hast not blown as it will burn. Sweet Phosphor, bring the day: Light will repay The wrongs of night: sweet Phosphor, bring ...
— England's Antiphon • George MacDonald
... began his usual story, Well, John, what news of fish? Have you of turbot or John Dory Seen e'er a handsome dish? ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810 • Various
... where Weinsberg lies? As brave a town as any; It must have sheltered in its time Brave wives and maidens many: If e'er I wooing have to do, Good faith, ...
— Memoirs • Charles Godfrey Leland
... enormous fire, we had ample time e'er it was consumed to contemplate the singular beauty and romantic wildness of the scenery and objects around us. Via Reggio, the only seaport of the Duchy of Lucca, built and encompassed by an almost boundless expanse of deep, ...
— Florence and Northern Tuscany with Genoa • Edward Hutton
... 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, "The Rhine-dues! ...
— Atlantic Monthly Vol. 6, No. 33, July, 1860 • Various
... 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 vast ...
— Boswell's Correspondence with the Honourable Andrew Erskine, and His Journal of a Tour to Corsica • James Boswell
... fleabane white, Dewdrop, raindrop, cooling shade, Bubbling throat and hovering flight, And jocund heart as e'er was made. ...
— Bird Stories from Burroughs - Sketches of Bird Life Taken from the Works of John Burroughs • John Burroughs
... An elfin wight as e'er from faeryland Came to us straight with favour in his eyes, Of wondrous seed that led him to the prize Of fancy, with the magic rod in hand. Ah, there in faeryland we saw him stand, As for a while he walked with smiles and sighs, Amongst us, finding ...
— Robert Louis Stevenson - a Record, an Estimate, and a Memorial • Alexander H. Japp
... the south and west, but ranging on the other sides up into the lofty summits which bar the route into Gurais and the Tilail. The mountain chain is not really continuous, the river Pohru, which drains the valley, finding outlet to the west e'er it bends sharply to the south and ...
— A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil • T. R. Swinburne
... bed,—growling in foaming rage around the rocks which here and there protrude their sullen face to check its mad career;—even this has much of majesty and beauty, and claims our admiration. But when some glories of the autumn yet remain, and e'er stern winter has usurped the sway,—one wide-wide field of death and desolation is all that's left for man to ponder over;—fading flowers, trembling and shrinking in the raw cold blast;—half naked trees, that day by day present a more weird aspect—fields still green, ...
— Yorksher Puddin' - A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the - Pen of John Hartley • John Hartley
... you, not swiftly puts a fleet to sea, Nor swiftly to its moorings; long it is Or e'er the saving cables to the shore Are borne, and long or e'er the steersmen cry, The good ship swings at anchor—all is well. Longest of all, the task to come aland Where haven there is none, when sunset fades In night. To pilot wise, the adage saith, Night is a day of wakefulness and pain. ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... thou god of my fainting soul! In dreams thou comest to me; And, dreaming, I play with the lotus bowl, And sing old songs to thee; And hear from afar the Memnonian strain, And calls from dear Simbel; And wake to a passion of grief and pain That e'er I said—Farewell! ...
— Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ • Lew Wallace
... it seem'd more than all before E'er given to mortal man, The radiance came, and with it bore The angel ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume IV. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... trace came o'er its face Of the storms that raged elsewhere; No misty screen e'er crept between The sun and its image there; And its depths at night were gemmed with light By stars ...
— Poems • John L. Stoddard
... friend 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 ...
— Harold, Complete - The Last Of The Saxon Kings • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... sadness to my sorrow lends, Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by! I give thee all: parents and kindred and friends; For I go where no slave before the oppressor bends, Where faith can never kill, and God reigns e'er on high! ...
— Lineage, Life, and Labors of Jose Rizal, Philippine Patriot • Austin Craig
... at my ring and my crown. They will bear witness that I am. And my kind coat of cotton and my golden shirt! And under that again there's a stiff pocket. (Slaps it.) Is there e'er a looking-glass in any ...
— Three Wonder Plays • Lady I. A. Gregory
... But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew— Only more sure of ...
— A Boy's Will • Robert Frost
... dreams are there, Fancies as vain as the joys they bear, Vain—for think we that good has neared, It slips through the hand or e'er 't has appeared, And the vision has vanished on wings that keep Company ...
— Roads from Rome • Anne C. E. Allinson
... 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 ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats
... bright flame, may be denied to me Thy dear, life imaging, close sympathy. What but my hopes shot upward e'er so bright? What but my fortunes sunk so low in night? Why art thou banished from our hearth and hall, Thou who art welcomed and beloved by all? Was thy existence then too fanciful For our life's common light, who are so dull? Did thy bright gleam mysterious converse hold With our congenial souls? ...
— Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience • Henry David Thoreau
... her: 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From 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 Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full ...
— Modern Painters Volume I (of V) • John Ruskin
... Brought to this sacred fane, long years ago. To greet thee, as a treasure sent from heaven, With reverence and affection, Thoas came. Benign and friendly was this shore to thee, Which had before each stranger's heart appall'd, For, till thy coming, none e'er trod our realm But fell, according to an ancient rite, A bloody victim ...
— Iphigenia in Tauris • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
... whale, fishlike, If it thus for its guest's convenience Made things nice!—(ye well know, Surely, my learned allusion?) Hail to its belly, If it had e'er A such loveliest oasis-belly As this is: though however I doubt about it, —With this come I out of Old-Europe, That doubt'th more eagerly than doth any Elderly married woman. May ...
— Thus Spake Zarathustra - A Book for All and None • Friedrich Nietzsche
... 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 ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler
... 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 ...
— Cousin Maude • Mary J. Holmes
... 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
... and of sympathy it said: "My estate is some 'at 'umble, but I'm qualified to draw Near the hymeneal altar and whack up my heart and claw To Emancipated Anything as walks upon the earth; And them things is at your service for whatever they are worth. I'm sure to be congenial, marm, nor e'er deserve a scowl— I'm Emancipated Rooster, I am ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce
... in our vast body shews So small, that half have never heard the news; Fame's out of breath e'er she can fly so far To tell 'em all that you have e'er ...
— Among My Books - First Series • James Russell Lowell
... street, Faint sounds of revel, traffic, conflict keen— And, thinking that man's reiterated feet Have gone such ways since e'er the world has been, I wondered how each oft-used tone and glance Retains its might ...
— From the Darkness Cometh the Light, or Struggles for Freedom • Lucy A. Delaney
... Voice! Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sent Waiting upon him first, what time he went Moving about mid the tumultuous noise Of each unpiloted element Upon the face of the void formless deep! Thou who didst come unbodied and alone Ere yet the sun was set his rule to keep, Or ever the moon shone, Or e'er the wandering star-flocks forth were driven! Thou garment of the Invisible, whose skirt Sweeps, glory-giving, over earth and heaven! Thou comforter, be with me as thou wert When first I longed for words, to be A radiant garment for ...
— The Poetical Works of George MacDonald in Two Volumes, Volume I • George MacDonald
... Bow Church Yard, where is sold Diverting Histories many; And pleasant tales as e'er was told ...
— A Study of Fairy Tales • Laura F. Kready
... green and slender, Veining delicate and fibers tender, Waving when the wind crept down so low; Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it; Playful sunbeams darted in and found it; Drops of dew stole down by night and crowned it; But no foot of man e'er came that way; Earth was young and ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various
... works to rest upon have I, No boast of moral dignity; If e'er I lisp a song of praise, Grace is the note ...
— The Power of Faith - Exemplified In The Life And Writings Of The Late Mrs. Isabella Graham. • Isabella Graham
... a wish to learn If (hic!) departed spiritsh e'er return! Did they, I should not have so dry a throttle, Nor would it cost so mush to—passh the bottle! Thersh no returning (hic!) of Spiritsh fled, And (hic!) ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, March 4, 1893 • Various
... of you, dear, you. The cold clay hides from the rain and dew The tenderest heart that the world e'er knew. ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 11, No. 24, March, 1873 • Various
... 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 ...
— Pocahontas. - A Poem • Virginia Carter Castleman |
