"Er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... "I won'er if it means only ance, or may be three times, like 'The Three Wishes!'" suggested Sandy, who, like most Christians, would rather have a talk about it than do what ...
— The Elect Lady • George MacDonald
... mother! O most gracious Queen! How can my tears o'er cease to flow, How can my bitter sighs surcease, While the valiant Chief I worship For many days and sleepless nights, All heedless of my tender years, Seems quite to have forgotten me? He has turned his regard from his wife And no longer seeks for his love. O my mother! O most gracious Queen! ...
— Apu Ollantay - A Drama of the Time of the Incas • Sir Clements R. Markham
... beautiful Draw that strange car of glory, reins of light 65 Check their unearthly speed; they stop and fold Their wings of braided air: The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car Gazed on the slumbering maid. Human eye hath ne'er beheld 70 A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful, As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep Waving a starry wand, Hung like a mist of light. Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds 75 Of wakening spring arose, Filling the ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... the skipper, "it's like this, Jack; there's a friend o' mine, a provision dealer in a large way o' business, wants to marry my girl, and me an' the missus want him to marry her, so, o' course, she wants to marry someone else. Me an' 'er mother we put our 'eads together and decided for her to come away. When she's at 'ome, instead o' being out with Towson, direckly her mother's back's turned she's out with that young sprig ...
— Many Cargoes • W.W. Jacobs
... more he made but slow progress through the pitiless, pelting storm, and he heartily cursed his folly in attempting the task of coming home at all, on such a night as this. But a change came o'er the spirit of his dream. As the contents of the canteen had diminished, Billy's spirits had risen in exact proportion, his heart had grown strong and he began to despise the difficulties in his way. In fact he was as happy as a prince, and rather liked the idea of facing the snow ...
— Sword and Pen - Ventures and Adventures of Willard Glazier • John Algernon Owens
... is wot you mean," put in Elizabeth. "It's chiefly a matter of 'oo pushes 'ardest. My! I love a sale if only for the sake o' the scrimmage. A friend o' mine 'oo's been separated from 'er 'usband becos they was always fightin' told me she never misses goin' to a sale so that she'll be in practice in case 'er and 'er old ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, July 7th, 1920 • Various
... 'tis you, isn't it. Well, Maurice-boy, all the night I waited for a chance to have a word with you, but ne'er a chance could I get. Early in the evening—when I was fit for ladies' company—Miss Foster said how proud she was to know me—me, who had saved her cousin Johnnie's life. And then she asked me about the vessel, and I told her, Maurice, that nothing ...
— The Seiners • James B. (James Brendan) Connolly
... her listless, small and short fingers with gnawed, tiny nails. "It's fine—your coming into our modest wigwam. This will refresh us and implant in our midst quiet and decent customs. Alexandra! Be-er!" he began to call loudly. "We've grown wild, coarse; have become mired in foul speech, drunkenness, laziness and other vices. And all because we were deprived of the salutary, pacifying influence of feminine society. Once again I press your ...
— Yama (The Pit) • Alexandra Kuprin
... have—er—had—. There has been an unfortunate misunderstanding between us. No one regrets it more than I; but I think I can say it was not at all my fault, and I have done all and more than was required ...
— Gordon Keith • Thomas Nelson Page
... his silent haunt, in the third year, A little pear-tree shoot did soon appear. And many a year now comes and goes, But a pear-tree on the grave there grows, And in the golden autumn-tide, The pears are shining far and wide. When a boy o'er the grave-yard wends his way, The tree whispers: "Boy, have a pear today?" To a girl it says: "Little maid over there, Come here to me and I'll give you a pear." So there are blessings still from the hand Of Sir ...
— The German Classics Of The Nineteenth And Twentieth Centuries, Volume 12 • Various
... was a camel that traveled o'er the sand. Of the desert, fiercely hot, way down in Egypt-land; But they brought him to the Fair, Now upon his hump, Every child can take a ride, Who ...
— Twilight Stories • Various
... O'er the Lion hangs the Virgin, in her place in heaven, With her corn-ear;—justice-finder, city-foundress, she: And in them that do such office Gods may still be known. She, then, is the Gods' own Mother, Peace, Strength, Ceres, all; Syria's Goddess, ...
— Early Britain—Roman Britain • Edward Conybeare
... responded the other, putting a peeled snuff-stick into her cheek, "then her husband's got the brass buttons, and they knows that. Look at 'er a-smi-i-ilin'!" ...
— Dr. Sevier • George W. Cable
... be recognized as lawful husband of the woman with him; but in a short time the community discovered that the new convert was no good, and expelled him from the bosom of the Church of Calvin. Our ne'er-do-well having no more money, his wife left him, and he, not knowing what to do next, took the desperate step of going to Bressa, a town within the Venetian territory, where he sought the governor, telling him his name, the story of his flight, and his repentance, begging the governor to take ...
— The Memoires of Casanova, Complete • Jacques Casanova de Seingalt
... tune my lute to love, Ere storms disturb the tranquil hour, For her who strives my truth to prove, My only pride, and beauty's flower; But who will ne'er my pain remove, Who knows and triumphs in ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello
... therefore I counsel each young Danish swain who may ride in the forest so dreary, Ne'er to lay down upon lone Elvir Hill though he chance to ...
— George Borrow - The Man and His Books • Edward Thomas
... viz. when he was 35 Years old. And the Consideration of this Supream Agent was then so rooted in his Heart, that it diverted him from thinking upon any thing else: and he so far forgot the Consideration of the Creatures, and the Enquiring into their Natures, that as soon as e'er he cast his Eyes upon any thing of what kind soever, he immediately perceiv'd in it the Footsteps of this Agent; and in an instant his Thoughts were taken off from the Creature, and and transferred to the Creator. So that he was inflam'd with the desire of him, and his Heart was altogether ...
— The Improvement of Human Reason - Exhibited in the Life of Hai Ebn Yokdhan • Ibn Tufail
... The savage bear Made ne'er that lovely grove his lair; The wolves molest not paths so fair. But better far had such been ...
— The Fair Maid of Perth • Sir Walter Scott
... simple wisdom, healing o'er The world's old sorrows, India's griefs and ours; That healing love he found in palace towers, On mountain, plain, and dark, ...
— Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works • Kaalidaasa
... men spiritual life know to be good, But fame to disregard they ne'er succeed! From old till now the statesmen where are they? Waste lie their graves, a heap of grass, extinct. All men spiritual life know to be good, But to forget gold, silver, ill succeed! Through life they grudge their hoardings to be scant, And when plenty has come, their eyelids ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands has sped, The night-blast wildly howling round his head, Known all the woes of want, and felt the storm Of the bleak winter parch his shivering form; The journey o'er and every peril past Beholds his little cottage-home at last, And as he sees afar the smoke curl slow, ...
— Poems • Robert Southey
... master,' quoth John, 'As the wind that blows o'er a hill; For if it be never so loud this night, ...
— Ballads of Robin Hood and other Outlaws - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Fourth Series • Frank Sidgwick
... suddeine shifts. About it breyne and in good tyme. I hate![142] Suspitious rumors have bene lately spread And more then whispered of th'incontinent love Fryar Jhon boare to the knight's Lady. Had I meanes Howe to conveighe his body o'er the wall To any or the least part of the howse, It might bee thought the knight in jelosy Had doone this murder in a just revendge. Let me surveighe th'ascent: happy occation! To see howe redy still the ...
— A Collection Of Old English Plays, Vol. IV. • Editor: A.H. Bullen
... yet the languor of inglorious days, Not equally oppressive is to all; Him who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise, The silence of neglect can ne'er appal. There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Would shrink to hear the obstreperous trump of Fame; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall ...
— The Poetical Works of Beattie, Blair, and Falconer - With Lives, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory Notes • Rev. George Gilfillan [Ed.]
... attitude becomes a habit with some individuals. Besides, there are the negative motives of fear, shyness and laziness that tend to deter from the actual execution of a plan. Hamlet's "conscience" that makes "cowards of us all", so that "the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment . . . lose the name of action" turns out, if we look a few lines further back, to be the "dread of something" unknown, that "puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others ...
— Psychology - A Study Of Mental Life • Robert S. Woodworth
... her lute's deep slumbers, And, as at morning's touch updarting, The notes beneath her fingers starting, Trip o'er ...
— The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano - Tales from the German of Tieck • Ludwig Tieck
... toss'd Tennis Ball Was racketted, from spring to fall, With so much heat and so much hast, Time's arm for shame grew tyred at last. Four kings in camps he truly served. And from his loyalty ne'er swerved, Father ruin'd and son slighted, And from the Crown ne'er requited. Loss of estate, relations, blood, Was too well known, but did no good; With long Campaigns and paines oth' gout He cou'd ...
— Bell's Cathedrals: The Churches of Coventry - A Short History of the City and Its Medieval Remains • Frederic W. Woodhouse
... Nay, more, I think you think me vastly better; Your candid glances seem to ask me when I'll seek to bind you in a willing fetter. Is this presumption? Not from friend to friend, Whose souls unite like clasping hands of lovers; Yet can I breathe no word of love, to end The delicate doubt that o'er the unspoken hovers. If I were hopeless that you loved me not, My hopeless love, confess'd, myself would flatter, But should the blissful dream be true, I wot That love confess'd the joy of love would shatter. ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, December 5, 1891 • Various
... behind, Which mute earth can ne'er impart; Nor in ocean wilt thou find, Nor in the circling air, a heart. Fairest! wouldst thou perfect be, Take, oh, ...
— The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics • Various
... ain noo," answered Dick, in his friend's ear. "T' sexton's got a craigthraw like he gav' the lass over the clints of Scarsdale; ye mind what the ald soger telt us when he hid his face in the kitchen of the George here? By Jen! I'll ne'er ...
— Madam Crowl's Ghost and The Dead Sexton • Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
... far as I could make out, they were divided in opinion concerning me. Rupert of Hentzau, who was the adjutant or the chief of staff, had only one simple thought, which was to shoot me. Others considered me a damn fool; I could hear them laughing and saying: "Er ist ein dummer Mensch." And others thought that whether I was a fool or not, or an American or an Englishman, was not the question; I had seen too much and should be put away. I felt if, instead of having Rupert act as my interpreter, I could personally speak ...
— With the Allies • Richard Harding Davis
... Savathake-er rode his one-man torpedo alertly as he probed the southern bay of Ramasarett. He was a scientist-12 and also a hereditary hunter. If the giant fish, long since eliminated from the rest of the seas, were breeding in ...
— Join Our Gang? • Sterling E. Lanier
... was yaller an' 'er little cap was green, An' er name was Supi-yaw-lat, jes' the same as ...
— Prose Fancies (Second Series) • Richard Le Gallienne
... cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the year be still: Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or ...
— Practical Ethics • William DeWitt Hyde
... what thrilling songs of fairies, Wafted o'er the Kansas prairies, Charm the ear while zephyrs speed 'em! Woman's pleading for ...
— History of Woman Suffrage, Volume II • Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, and Matilda Joslyn Gage
... professionally. He is tall and lanky, and has pale blue eyes with long light eyelashes. You would think to look at him that he was a gentle, unworldly creature, addicted to poetry, but he isn't! He sat astride the table and viewed the landscape o'er. ...
— The Heart of Una Sackville • Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
... a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... where the relic lay; Pointed my way with ready will, Afar on Ettrick's wildest hill; Watch'd my first notes with curious eye, And wonder'd at my minstrelsy: He little ween'd a parent's tongue Such strains had o'er my cradle sung. ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 571 - Volume 20, No. 571—Supplementary Number • Various
... Where'er we go, to east or west North or south, 'tis all the same; Civilisation at it's best Is savagery's newer name. For we see on every hand 'Midst the whirr and noise of trade The toilers, crushed and trampled, and Into beasts ...
— British Socialism - An Examination of Its Doctrines, Policy, Aims and Practical Proposals • J. Ellis Barker
... dat. All sort of folk get alongside of Molly Swash; and what good it do 'em? Yoh! yoh! yoh! I do remem'er sich times ...
— Jack Tier or The Florida Reef • James Fenimore Cooper
... bid 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 ...
— The Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte • Bourrienne, Constant, and Stewarton
... am dead, and years shall pass, The scythe will cut the darnel grass Now and again for decency, Where we forgotten people lie. O'er ancient graves the living tread With great impertinence on ...
— The Spinners • Eden Phillpotts
... upon it How little flattering is woman's love, Given commonly to whosoe'er is nearest And propped ...
— Barchester Towers • Anthony Trollope
... equal flame, Unites, and both become the same, In different breasts together burn, Together both to ashes turn. But women now feel no such fire, And only know the gross desire. Their passions move in lower spheres, Where'er caprice or folly steers, A dog, a parrot, or an ape, Or some worse brute in human shape, Engross the fancies of the fair, The few soft moments they can spare, From visits to receive and pay, From scandal, politics, and play; From fans, and flounces, and brocades, From equipage and park parades, ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... as a necessary member of the McMurdo escort. And doubts of Zavier's lawful intentions shook her from the abandon of her grief, to furious invective against the red man of all places and tribes whereso'er he be. ...
— The Emigrant Trail • Geraldine Bonner
... I am thinking 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
... Kitay dederant, erat positum. Illic interius introducti fuimus, et semper cm intrabamus nobis dabatur ad bibendum cereuisia vel vinum, et etiam carnes coct, si volebamus, ad edendum. [Sidenote: Solium churnum.] Ertque solariolum vnum, de tabulis alt prparatum, vbi thronus Imperatoris erat positus, ex ebore mirabiliter sculptus, in quo etiam erat aurum, et lapides preciosi, si bene meminimus, et illuc ascendebatur per ...
— The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries - Vol. II • Richard Hakluyt
... that o'er-rulest The waters, and coolest The face of the foolish With the touch of thy death, I, Sadler, a Yankee, Lean, leathery, lanky, Red-livered and ...
— The Belted Seas • Arthur Colton
... blow! Let Conrad's hat go! Blow, breezes, blow! Let him after it go! O'er hills, dales, and rocks, Away be it whirled, Till my golden locks Are ...
— Folk-lore and Legends: German • Anonymous
... characterization of Cromwell is remarkable—"Aber er (i.e., Cromwell) hat, zuerst unter den Maechtigen, ein religioeses Princip aufgestellt und, soweit sein Arm reichte, zur Geltung gebracht, welches, im Gegensatz gegen die grossen historischen Kirchen und gegen den Islam, Keim und Stoff zu einer abgesonderten Religion in ...
— The Origins and Destiny of Imperial Britain - Nineteenth Century Europe • J. A. Cramb
... is long and long— The longest of hangmen's cords; But the kings and crowds are holding their breath, In a giant shadow o'er all beneath Where God stands holding the scales of Death Between the ...
— Utopia of Usurers and other Essays • G. K. Chesterton
... dodo once lived, but he doesn't live now; Yet why should a cloud overshadow our brow? The loss of that bird ne'er should trouble our brains, For though he is gone, still our claret remains. Sing do-do—jolly do-do! Hurrah! in his ...
— A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder • James De Mille
... sense of smelling was no sooner encountered by the effluvia of this delicious fare, than he started up from table, exclaiming, "Odd's my liver! here's a piece of carrion, that I would not offer to e'er a hound in my kennel; 'tis enough to make any Christian vomit both gut and gall;" and indeed by the wry faces he made while he ran to the door, his stomach seemed ready ...
— The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom, Complete • Tobias Smollett
... my kindred, blest land of my birth, The fairest, the purest, the dearest on earth; Where'er I may roam, where'er I may be, My spirit ...
— The Story of My Life - Being Reminiscences of Sixty Years' Public Service in Canada • Egerton Ryerson
... strewn thoughts o'er the sweet vernal dale, These on the hearts of the flowers bestowing, Therefore, when open the chalices glowing, Whispers each petal ...
— Strife and Peace • Fredrika Bremer
... quaint and local terms Besprinkled o'er thy rustic lay, Though well such dialect confirms Its power unletter'd minds to sway, It is not these that most display Thy sweetest charms, thy gentlest thrall,— Words, phrases, fashions, pass away, But TRUTH and NATURE ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (Vol. 6) - Letters 1821-1842 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... out, Ben," he said, "an' yer horse could do with a spell too. Git down, man, and have a pint er tea ...
— The Rising of the Court • Henry Lawson
... the strength of the argument that the doctrinal teachings of the Mormon Bible were the work of a Disciples' preacher rather than of the ne'er-do-well Smith, it is only necessary to examine the teachings of the Disciples' church in Ohio at that time. The investigator will be startled by the resemblance between what was then taught to and believed by Disciples' congregations and the leading beliefs of the Mormon Bible. In the ...
— The Story of the Mormons: • William Alexander Linn
... an' what the hell are ye oop too, me fine buck?" he questioned roughly, swinging me about into the light. "Give an account o' yer-self moighty quick, 'er ...
— Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune • Randall Parrish
... about the Commonwealth, in imitation of Plato, has related the story of the return of Er the Pamphylian to life; who, as he says, had come to life again after he had been placed on the funeral pile, and related many secrets about the shades below; not speaking, like Plato, in a fabulous imitation of truth, but using a certain reasonable invention of an ingenious ...
— Cicero's Tusculan Disputations - Also, Treatises On The Nature Of The Gods, And On The Commonwealth • Marcus Tullius Cicero
... he lay among his books! The peace of God was in his looks. As the statues in the gloom Watch o'er Maximilian's tomb, So those volumes from their shelve. Watched him, silent as themselves. Ah, his hand will never more Turn their storied pages o'er. Never more his lips repeat Songs of theirs, however sweet. Let the lifeless body rest! ...
— Russell H. Conwell • Agnes Rush Burr
... bonny barque!" the gallant seamen cried, As with her snowy sails outspread she cleft the yielding tide— "God's blessing on the bonny barque!" cried the landsmen from the shore, As with a swallow's rapid flight she skimmed the waters o'er. Oh never from the good old Bay, a fairer ship did sail, Or in more trim and brave array did court the favoring gale. Cheerily sung the marinere as he climbed the high, high mast, The mast that was made of the Norway pine, that scorned the mountain-blast. ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 3 September 1848 • Various
... that they did, and live happily for an extraordinary number of years. My dear, how infinitely happier they will be together than they are being now. Funny old dears! Each at its own fireside, saying that it's too old, bless them! And you and I will sing 'Voice that breathed o'er Eden' and in the middle our angel-voices will crack, and we will sob into our handkerchief, and Eden will be left breathing deeply all by itself like the Guru. Why did you never tell me about the Guru? Mrs Weston's a better friend to me than ...
— Queen Lucia • E. F. Benson
... sympathy and surprise rippled and played. It hardened now, and set. She looked down at her hands, and clasped them in her lap, then up at him. "In that case, you can forsake the strenuous life with a free conscience. You need never climb another mountain, or wrestle with another—er—hippopotamus. That little girl in the ...
— Fanny Herself • Edna Ferber
... O'er bank and brook, In wooded nook, He wanders at his whim, Lives as he can, Owes naught to man, And ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, May 20, 1914 • Various
... Once, whene'er the eventide flooded the earth with effulgent glory, and each little star began to wonder who I was, to the loftiest turret of his quite commodious castle this dwarf would climb, and muse upon sciology and ...
— Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 2, April 9, 1870 • Various
... it in order like the plates there," and Mrs. Macfadyen pointed with honest pride to her wall of crockery, "and when the minister is at an illustration or makin' an appeal a' aye rin ower the rack tae see that a've a' the pints in their places. Maister Mactavish cud ne'er hae got the wheephand o' me wi' his diveesions; he's no fit to haud the can'le tae John Peddie. Na, na, a' wesna feared o' that when a' examined yon man gieing oot the Psalm, but a' ...
— Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush • Ian Maclaren
... the manifest disconcerting of the former, for the honours of the pavement. It is the time when, in summer, between the expired and the not yet relumined kitchen-fires, the kennels of our fair metropolis give forth their least satisfactory odours. The rake, who wisheth to dissipate his o'er-night vapours in more grateful coffee, curses the ungenial fume, as he passeth; but the artisan stops to taste, and ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2 • Charles Lamb
... of Light! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them; As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er ...
— Appearances - Being Notes of Travel • Goldsworthy Lowes Dickinson
... bear to leave thee? One parting kiss I give thee, And then, whate'er befalls me, I go where ...
— Lippincott's Magazine, December, 1885 • Various
... those dresses of mine until my own baby girl wore it out, and now I am sorry I let her wear it, for it would be so nice to have it to show you. We wore just a one piece costume in summer and had calico and muslin dresses for Sunday. Wintertime, I wore a balmoral petticoat, osnaburg drawers, and er-r-r. Well, Jacob! I never thought I would live to see the day I'd forget what our dresses were called. Anyway they were of woolen material in a checked design, and were made with a full skirt gathered on to a deep yoke. Uncle Patrick Hull—he ...
— Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves: Volume IV, Georgia Narratives, Part 1 • Works Projects Administration
... footprints flowed a river, Leaped into the light of morning, O'er the precipice plunging downward Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet. And the Spirit, stooping earthward, With his finger on the meadow Traced a winding pathway for it, Saying to ...
— The Song Of Hiawatha • Henry W. Longfellow
... dark opening and uttered an exclamation of astonishment. "My dear Admiral!" he exclaimed, "do you—er—do you generally cut out a new front door whenever you want to go ...
— The Wisdom of Father Brown • G. K. Chesterton
... Verily, that was the purport of my message. The poor knave hath been sorely sick and more cracked than ever this autumn; insomuch that Father Robert spent whole nights with him; and though he be better now, and as much in his senses as e'er he will be, such another access is like to make an end of him. Now, Father Robert saith that you, Sir Page, know who the poor man is by birth, and that he prays you to send him word what had best be done with the child, in case either of his death or of his getting ...
— The Prince and the Page • Charlotte M. Yonge
... the merry wind would blow, Yeo ho! lads, ho! yeo ho! yeo ho! My gallant ship would gaily go, Yeo ho! lads, ho! yeo ho! In fresh'ning gales we'd loose our sails, And o'er the sea, Where blue waves dance, and sunbeams glance, We'd sail in glee, But winds must blow, before we go, Across the sea, Yeo ho! my lads, ...
— Mother Stories • Maud Lindsay
... could pay. From mountain-tops cold died the evening ray, And, stretch'd in twilight, slept the vale below; And now the last, last purple streaks of day Along the melancholy West fade slow. High o'er his head, the restless pines complain, As on their summit rolls the breeze of night; Beneath, the hoarse stream chides the rocks in vain: The Pilgrim pauses on the dizzy height. Then to the vale his cautious ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... wanderin' about seekin' a place to lay her head; though to be sure there's plenty o' places for such like, only as the poor man said himself, they did want to get into a decent place, which it wasn't easy to get e'er a one as would take them in. They had three children with them, the smallest o' them pickaback on the biggest; an' it's strange, miss—I never could compass it, though I atten' chapel reg'lar—how it goes to yer heart I mean, to see one human bein' lookin' arter another! But my husban', ...
— Weighed and Wanting • George MacDonald
... pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for ...
— Fifty Famous People • James Baldwin
... Fragrant as musk thy berry is, yet black as ink in sooth! And he who sips thy fragrant cup can only know the truth. Insensate they who, tasting not, yet vilify its use; For when they thirst and seek its help, God will the gift refuse. Oh, coffee is our wealth! for see, where'er on earth it grows, Men live whose aims are noble, true virtues ...
— All About Coffee • William H. Ukers
... the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gathered while freshly they shone, And a dew was distilled from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer when summer ...
— We and the World, Part II. (of II.) - A Book for Boys • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming, And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there; Oh, say does the star-spangled banner still wave O'er the land of the free, and ...
— Arbor Day Leaves • N.H. Egleston
... within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone, Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn. Silence and coolness now the earth enfold: Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold, Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height, And shake in tremors through the shadowy night. Heard through the stillness, ...
— By Still Waters - Lyrical Poems Old and New • George William Russell
... that all ther story? That don't prove nothin'. Thet pig, Oof, is a animile of high intelligence. He wuz needin' exercise before dinner. He found a hole in ther fence, er maybe he tunneled one fer hisself, an' he wuz jest kinder doin' some gymnasium work ter git up a good appetite. Yer cain't make me believe ...
— Ted Strong's Motor Car • Edward C. Taylor
... road down that way is sort o' stopped up," said the man, as if he were carrying on a connected narrative and had not heard him. "They's soldiers on it too a little fur'er down, and they's done got ...
— The Burial of the Guns • Thomas Nelson Page
... light o'er the deep, Too kind, she wafts a ruffian band; Her blue track lengthens to the bark, And soon on ...
— A Journal of a Young Man of Massachusetts, 2nd ed. • Benjamin Waterhouse
... sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how ...
— The Verbalist • Thomas Embly Osmun, (AKA Alfred Ayres)
... his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned; And the same power that reared the shrine Bestrode the tribes ...
— Orthodoxy: Its Truths And Errors • James Freeman Clarke
... on all these schoolboy antics!" cried she. "Here be we, at an hour when honest folk should be abed, slinking down the river like pirates, with ne'er a pillow to our backs or a covering to our bones— and for why? What am I to say to my master your father, child, when he knows of your running thus from your lawful guardian, and committing yourself to a brace of raw-boned gallow-glasses that ...
— Sir Ludar - A Story of the Days of the Great Queen Bess • Talbot Baines Reed
... side is the lake where the wild cattle drink, And trample the rice which grows wild on its brink; The freshness untouch'd of earth's beauties declare, Neither pride, pomp, nor envy, have ever been there; Here Nature resides—nothing human is seen; Foot of man hath not pass'd o'er that prairie I ween, Unless some few wandering Indians have pass'd— Of their sorrowing tribe perhaps nearly ...
— The Quadrupeds' Pic-Nic • F. B. C.
... clear brook; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves; For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green." ...
— Jan of the Windmill • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in the track, O pleasant gauger, long since dead, I hear you fluting ...
— Underwoods • Robert Louis Stevenson
... my steps I bent, And pitcht at Arno's side my household tent. Six years the Medicean Palace held My wandering Lares; then they went afield, Where the hewn rocks of Fiesole impend O'er Doccia's dell, ...
— Barbara's Heritage - Young Americans Among the Old Italian Masters • Deristhe L. Hoyt
... Braham.) "Mist-er.....er Brierly!" (Mr. Braham had in perfection this lawyer's trick of annoying a witness, by drawling out the "Mister," as if unable to recall the name, until the witness is sufficiently aggravated, and then suddenly, with a rising inflection, ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking O'er the earth another day; Come to Him who made this splendor, See thou render All ...
— Recollections of a Long Life - An Autobiography • Theodore Ledyard Cuyler
... takin' the prisints ye've stored away for us. I'll lave 'em on the back porch 'n' carry 'em over when the childer are all asleep. Nellie's in bed like a little angel, bless 'er heart, but them divilish b'ys do be a-snoopin' into ivery ...
— The Little Mixer • Lillian Nicholson Shearon
... Kid, you! I oughtta known better! You're just all in! You ben gettin' ready to be married, and something big's been troubling you, and I bet they never gave you any lunch—er else you wouldn't eat it,—and you're jest natcheraly all in. Now you lie right here an' I'll make you some supper. My name's Jane Carson, and I've got a good mother out to Ohio, and a nice home if I'd had sense enough to stay in it; only I got a chance to make big money in a fact'ry. ...
— Exit Betty • Grace Livingston Hill
... representatives in the council had opposed the proposal; therefore very many of the men had joined unwillingly, while in other cases the French declared that the levy had been made up by hiring idlers and ne'er-do-wells in the towns, so as to avoid having to put the conscription into ...
— With Frederick the Great - A Story of the Seven Years' War • G. A. Henty
... old, with no settled occupation, and with a wife and family to support. No doubt he seemed to his friends a ne'er-do-well. ...
— Stories of Later American History • Wilbur F. Gordy
... ruins fall, And chaos o'er the sinking ball Resume primeval sway, His courage chance and fate defies, Nor feels the wreck of earth and ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.I., Part F. - From Charles II. to James II. • David Hume
... coy potato or the onion browns, The tender steak takes on a nobler hue. I ponder 'mid the falling of the dew, And watch the lapwings circling o'er the downs. ...
— The Slowcoach • E. V. Lucas
... Princess,—I dare not say more, sir,— May Providence watch them with mercy and might! While there's one Scottish hand that can wag a claymore, sir, They shall ne'er want a friend to stand up for their right. Be damn'd he that dare not— For my part I'll spare not To beauty afflicted a tribute to give; Fill it up steadily, Drink it off readily, Here's to the Princess, and ...
— Sir Walter Scott - (English Men of Letters Series) • Richard H. Hutton
... Babel of all tongues! which e'er The mighty linguist Fame or Time the mighty traveller, That could speak or this could hear! Majestic monument and pyramid! Where still the shapes of parted souls abide Embalmed in verse; exalted souls which now Enjoy ...
— Hours in a Library, Volume I. (of III.) • Leslie Stephen
... what thou most desirest, If e'er thou treadest the soil of Tuscany, Well with my kindred ...
— Dante's Purgatory • Dante
... to Lunnun town; The king and queen they gain'd a crown; Dolly spoilt her bran-new gown, To her mortification. I'll drink our king and queen wi' glee, In home-brewed ale, and so will she; But Doll and I ne'er want to ...
— Old and New London - Volume I • Walter Thornbury
... Price," returned the old woman in an unctuous whisper, "you don' wanter come talkin' none er yo' foolishness 'bout my not takin' keer er Mis' 'Livy. She never would 'a' said sech a thing! Seven er eight mont's ago, w'en she sent fer me, I says ...
— The Marrow of Tradition • Charles W. Chesnutt
... kindly we will treat you. On my anvil gently will I beat you; With my tongs, then, deftly will I hold you; 5 With my hammer I will shape and mold you Into forms so fair that all will prize you, Forms so rare that none will e'er despise you: Axes, knives (so men will wish to use you), Needles, pins (so women, too, will choose you). 10 Come with me, your brother will not harm you, Come with me, my ...
— Story Hour Readings: Seventh Year • E.C. Hartwell
... where'er we may, through city or through town, Village or hamlet of this merry land, Though lean and beggar'd, every twentieth face, Conducts th' unguarded nose to such a whiff Of state debauch, forth issuing from the sties That law has licensed, as ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.III. - From George III. to Victoria • E. Farr and E. H. Nolan
... true, I have myself paid several; The just return to him, who, from his friends, His purse on like occasion ne'er with-held. ...
— The Female Gamester • Gorges Edmond Howard
... me, boy, as deep a draught As e'er was filled, as e'er was quaffed; But let the water amply flow To cool the grape's intemperate glow. * * * * * For though the bowl's the grave of sadness Ne'er let it be the birth of madness No! banish from our board to night The revelries ...
— The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 8 - Epigrams, On With the Dance, Negligible Tales • Ambrose Bierce
... figgers at the side repperesent the Boy Murderers who killed their own father at Crewe with a 'atchet and other 'orrible barbarities. I shall conclude the Collection by showing you the magnificent group repperesentin' Her Gracious Majisty the QUEEN, as she appeared in 'er 'appier and younger days, surrounded by the late Mr. SPURGEON, the 'Eroes of the Soudan, and other Members of ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, VOL. 103, November 26, 1892 • Various
... squire would gladly entertaine Into his house some Trencher-chapelaine; Some willing man, that might instruct his sons, And that would stand to good conditions. First, that he lie upon the truckle-bed, While his young master lieth o'er his head; Second, that he do, upon no default, Never to sit above the salt; Third, that he never change his trencher twise; Fourth, that he use all common courtesies, Sit bare at meales, and one half rise and wait; Last, that he never his young ...
— Notes & Queries 1850.01.12 • Various
... the trumpet abroad o'er the sea, Columbia has triumphed, the negro is free! Praise to the God of our fathers! 'twas He, Jehovah, that triumphed, ...
— A Romance of the Republic • Lydia Maria Francis Child
... all around me all day For some one with tidings to bring, Not ceasing—ne'er doubt me—to pray Unto God for the health of my king I gaze; and when none is descried, Then I weep; and, what else? if you ask, To my paper my grief I confide This, ...
— A Popular History of France From The Earliest Times - Volume IV. of VI. • Francois Pierre Guillaume Guizot
... I 'ave tried 'em all, The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world. Speakin' in general, I 'ave found them good For such as cannot use one bed too long, But must get 'ence, the same as I 'ave done, An' go observin' matters ...
— The Road • Jack London
... by St. Paul's, where dry divines rehearse, Bell keeps his store for vending prose and verse, And books that's neither—for no age nor clime, Lame, languid prose, begot on hobb'ling ryme. Here authors meet who ne'er a sprig have got, The poet, player, doctor, wit and sot; Smart politicians wrangling here are seen Condemning Jeffries or indulging spleen, Reproving Congress or amending laws, Still fond to find out blemishes and flaws; Here harmless sentimental-mongers ...
— The Philadelphia Magazines and their Contributors 1741-1850 • Albert Smyth
... imagination and sentiment have been so connected with the phenomena of nature in myths and symbols embodied in pathetic religious ceremonies was a spontaneous product. For how "Her fresh benignant look Nature changes at that lorn season when, With tresses drooping o'er her sable stole, She yearly mourns the mortal doom of man, Her noblest work! So Israel's virgins erst With annual moan upon the ...
— The Destiny of the Soul - A Critical History of the Doctrine of a Future Life • William Rounseville Alger
... wondrous, yet the cheat will be a cheat; Be her pasture ne'er so bitter, yet the ...
— Hindu Literature • Epiphanius Wilson
... backwater, and is not included in any of the regular billeting areas of the town. The Town Major has allotted it to me permanently. Pretty decent of him, wasn't it? And Madame Vinot is a dear. Here she is! Bonjour, Madame Vinot! Avez-vous un feu—er—inflamme pour moi dans la chambre?" Evidently the Major's French was on a par ...
— All In It K(1) Carries On - A Continuation of the First Hundred Thousand • John Hay Beith (AKA: Ian Hay)
... reformed town-council board; he has a horror of public platforms; he never by any chance heads a subscription list with a donation of fifty pounds. On the other hand, he is very far from being a "ne'er-do-weel," as the Scotch phrase it, or an imprudent person. He does not play at "Aunt Sally" on a public race-course, he does not wrench knockers from the doors of slumbering citizens; he has never seen the interior of a police-cell. It is quite true, he has a peculiar way of looking at ...
— Dreamthorp - A Book of Essays Written in the Country • Alexander Smith
... justice, found herself involved in a triumphal procession to the Vindicator Vegetarian Restaurant, and was specifically and personally cheered by a small, shabby crowd outside that rendezvous. They decided quite audibly, "She's an Old Dear, anyhow. Voting wouldn't do no 'arm to 'er." She was on the very verge of a vegetarian meal before she recovered her head again. Obeying some fine instinct, she had come to the prison in a dark veil, but she had pushed this up to kiss Ann Veronica and never drawn ...
— Ann Veronica • H. G. Wells
... Brown, or Mazzini. When a man abandons his business or job and complacently leaves the clothing of his children to wife or neighbors in order to drink flip and talk politics, ordinary folk are content to call him a lazy lout, ne'er-do-well, worthless fellow, or scamp. Samuel Adams was not a scamp. He might have been no more than a ne'er-do-well, perhaps, if cosmic forces had not opportunely provided him with an occupation which his contemporaries and posterity could regard as a high service to humanity. In his own eyes, ...
— The Eve of the Revolution - A Chronicle of the Breach with England, Volume 11 In The - Chronicles Of America Series • Carl Becker
... Afric maps, With savage pictures filled their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Placed elephants for want of ...
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