"E'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... charmingly, with courtly bearing, in almost maiden modesty. We might all have cause for fear, had any done him aught. However blithely he doth practice chivalry, and howso fair of body he be, yet might he well make many a comely woman weep, should he e'er grow angry. He is so fashioned that in all knightly virtues he must be a bold knight ...
— The Nibelungenlied • Unknown
... ne'er didst thou, fair Mount! when Greece was young, See round thy giant base a brighter choir,[81] Nor e'er did Delphi, when her Priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire, Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love, than Andalusia's maids, Nurst in the glowing lap of soft Desire: Ah! that to these were given ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... sound the camel bells, so gay, And merry beats fond Hamet's heart, for he, E'er the dim evening steals upon the day, His children, wife and happy home ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. 35 The paths of glory lead but to ...
— Select Poems of Thomas Gray • Thomas Gray
... I know my unassisted wit Is all too weak to make me soar so high, For pardon, lady, for this fault I cry, And wiser still I grow remembering it. Yea, will I see what folly 't were to think That largess dropped from thee like dews from heaven, Could e'er be paid by work so frail as mine! To nothingness my art and talent sink; He fails who from his mental stores hath given A thousandfold ...
— Italy, the Magic Land • Lilian Whiting
... the sabre Nobler than the humble spade? There's a dignity in labour Truer than e'er Pomp arrayed! He who seeks the mind's improvement Aids the world—in aiding mind! Every great, commanding movement ...
— Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing • T. S. Arthur
... lads, and here's my ditty! Saw ye e'er in town or city A lass to kiss so sweet an' pretty As ...
— Martin Conisby's Vengeance • Jeffery Farnol
... glory shines, Yet loves disgrace, nor e'er for it is pale; Behold his presence in a spacious vale, To which men come from all beneath the sky. The unchanging excellence completes its tale; The simple infant man in ...
— Tao Teh King • Lao-Tze
... curse be fraught, In which thy heart I sought, If I, in love bestowing, Instead of gladness knowing, A bitter grief have bought: "My soul that hour e'er blesses," A rosy mouth confesses, "Thy love is all I crave, Then heav'n itself I have ...
— Contemporary American Composers • Rupert Hughes
... many hundred gross of long tagged laces, to fill up the vacancies of his time, which he had learned to do for that purpose, since he had been in prison. There, also, I surveyed his library, the least, but yet the best that e'er I saw—the Bible and the Book of Martyrs.[245] And during his imprisonment (since I have spoken of his library), he writ several excellent and useful treatises, particularly The Holy City, Christian Behaviour, The Resurrection of the Dead, and ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... loquacious, Things with tails, and things 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 ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari. Vol. 1, July 31, 1841 • Various
... Lord, forgive, Let e'er repentant sinner live; Are not thy mercies large and free, May not a ...
— Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves • Works Projects Administration
... lived hunting up to ninety; And, what's still stranger, left behind a name For which men vainly decimate the throng, Not only famous, but of that GOOD fame, Without which glory's but a tavern song,— Simple, serene, the antipodes of shame, Which hate nor envy e'er ...
— Hero Tales From American History • Henry Cabot Lodge, and Theodore Roosevelt
... splendid courts And purest joys abound. Bright smiles on ev'ry face appear, Rapture in ev'ry eye; From ev'ry mouth glad anthems flow, And charming harmony. Illustrious day for ever there, Streams from the face divine; No pale-fac'd moon e'er glimmers forth, Nor stars nor sun decline. No scorching heats, no piercing colds, The changing seasons bring; But o'er the fields mild breezes there Breathe an eternal spring. The flow'rs with lasting beauty shine, And deck the smiling ground, ...
— The Young Gentleman and Lady's Monitor, and English Teacher's Assistant • John Hamilton Moore
... for a ring, Or some such memorandum thing, And truly much I should have blundered, Had I not given another hundred To Vere, Earl Powlett's second son, Who dearly loves a little fun. Unto my nephew, Robert Langdon, Of whom none says he e'er has wrong done, Though civil law he loves to hash, I give two hundred pounds in cash. One hundred pounds to my niece, Tuder, (With loving eyes one Brandon view'd her,) And to her children just among 'em, In equal shares I freely give them. To Charlotte ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. - Volume XIII, No. 376, Saturday, June 20, 1829. • Various
... Within the rivers, and the ice bridged o'er The gleaming water-roads. The noble saint Abode blithe-hearted, planning valiant deeds, Bold and courageous in his misery, Throughout the wintry night; nor did he e'er, Dismayed by terror, cease to praise the Lord, And ever worship Him, as at the first, With righteous heart, until the radiant ...
— Andreas: The Legend of St. Andrew • Unknown
... clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant ...
— Poems Every Child Should Know - The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library • Various
... which they now had not the faintest hope of escaping. There is ever something solemn and awful in the thought of death, let it come in the mildest form possible—for the individual feels he is hastening to that silent bourne, whence none have e'er returned to tell its mysteries—yet such is as nothing in comparison with the death our prisoners were now silently awaiting, away from friends and all sympathy, in the full vigor of animal life, to be fairly worn out by the most excruciating pains, amid the hootings ...
— Ella Barnwell - A Historical Romance of Border Life • Emerson Bennett
... advantages too much you boast; You beat the out-guards of my master's host: This little loss, in our vast body, shows So small, that half have never heard the news. Fame's out of breath, ere she can fly so far, To tell them all, that you have e'er made war. ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Volume 4 (of 18) - Almanzor And Almahide, Marriage-a-la-Mode, The Assignation • John Dryden
... fiercest hunters when Kargynda turns at bay. No life is worth the living that counts each fleeting breath; No eyes from God averted can meet the eyes of Death. Vague fear and spectral terrors haunt the soul that dwells in shade, Nor e'er can crimson conscience confront the crimson blade. From a cloud of shame and sorrow breaks the Light that shines afar, And cold and dark the household spark that lit the Silver Star. The triumph is a death-march; the victor's voice a moan:—But the Powers of Night ...
— Across the Zodiac • Percy Greg
... ye Fair, if Pity's ray E'er taught your snowy breasts to sigh, Shed o'er my contemplative lay The ...
— Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay • George Otto Trevelyan
... feeling Can e'er exist 'twixt ye and me? Go on, your souls in vices steeling; The lyre's sweet voice is dumb to ye: Go! foul as reek of charnel-slime, In every age, in every clime, Ye aye have felt, and yet ye feel, Scourge, dungeon, halter, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol 58, No. 357, July 1845 • Various
... my fault," he said, "when work ain't a-goin,' if I don't dress her like a duchess. I'm as proud to see my wife rigged out as e'er a man on 'em; and that she know! and when she cast the contrairy up to me, I'm blowed if I could keep my hands off on her. She ain't the woman I took her for, miss. She ...
— The Vicar's Daughter • George MacDonald
... the bones of Weland the wise, that goldsmith so glorious of yore? Why name I the bones of Weland the wise, but to tell you the truth that none upon earth can e'er lose the craft that is lent him by Christ? Vain were it to try, e'en a vagabond man of his craft to bereave; as vain as to turn the sun in his course and the swift wheeling sky from his stated career— it cannot be done. Who now wots of the bones of Weland the wise, ...
— Anglo-Saxon Literature • John Earle
... 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 ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various
... cream-bowl, duly set; When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail had thresh'd the corn, That ten day-lab'rers could not end; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, E'er the first cock ...
— Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3) • Walter Scott
... his words and manner, Maude raised her eyes wonderingly to his, and looking into the shining orbs, he thought how soft, how beautiful they were, but little, little did he dream their light would e'er be quenched in midnight darkness. A while longer they talked together, Mr. De Vere promising to send a servant to take her home in the morning. Then, as the sun had set and the night shadows were deepening in the room, they bade each other good-by, and ere the next day's sun was very high ...
— Cousin Maude • Mary J. Holmes
... at thy dread command, And nations rise and nourish but to fall; Even earth is thine; and thou e'er long shalt stand, And mark its wealth, and power, and beauty, all Fade and depart as sunbeams in the heaven Vanish ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, January 1844 - Volume 23, Number 1 • Various
... Grew a little 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 young ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham
... Beckoning him to follow, Squire Woodbridge steps out to the edge of the green, raises his musket to his shoulder and discharges it into the air. Deacon Nash coming up a moment later also raises and fires his gun, and e'er the last echoes have reverberated from the mountains, Squire Edwards, musket in hand, throws open his store door and stepping out on the porch, fires the ...
— The Duke of Stockbridge • Edward Bellamy
... consternation What poet e'er could trace That at this fatal passage Came o'er Prince Tom his face; The wonder of the company, ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... Does God e'er let his children want in vain? He gives the smallest birds their nourishment, And over all His works extends His goodness. Each day I call on Him. His care paternal Nourishes me with gifts ...
— Athaliah • J. Donkersley
... haven't got 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
... die we'll go to Benton, Whup! Whoo, haw! The greatest man that e'er land saw, Gee! Who this little airth was sent on Whup! Whoo, haw! To tell a 'hawk ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume V. (of X.) • Various
... "If e'er Arion's music calm'd the floods And Orpheus ever drew the dancing woods! Why do not British trees and forest throng To hear the sweeter notes of Handel's song? This does the falsehood of the fable prove— Or seas and woods when Handel harps ...
— Sketch of Handel and Beethoven • Thomas Hanly Ball
... unfallen still thy crest! Primeval dweller where the wild winds rest, Beyond the ken of mortal e'er to tell What power sustains thee in ...
— Poems • Mary Baker Eddy
... and imagery we may only remark that Mr. Crowley has much to forget, as well as to learn, before he can compete with Mr. Kleiner or other high-grade amatory poets in the United. Such expressions as "my guiding star", "my own dear darling Kate", or "she's the sweetest girl that e'er on earth did roam", tell the whole sad story to the critical eye and ear. If Mr. Crowley would religiously eschew the popular songs and magazine "poetry" of the day, and give over all his time to a perusal of the recognized ...
— Writings in the United Amateur, 1915-1922 • Howard Phillips Lovecraft
... And here arrived to tell of Tarquin's wrong, Her chaste denial, and the tyrant's rage, {29} Acting her passions on our stately stage: She is remember'd, all forgetting me, Yet I as fair and chaste as e'er was she;"— ...
— Notes and Queries, No. 2, November 10 1849 • Various
... detains, 'Mid foes, and dreadful darts, and bloody plains: While you—and can my soul the tale believe, Far from your country, lonely wand'ring leave Me, me your lover, barbarous fugitive! Seek the rough Alps where snows eternal shine, And joyless borders of the frozen Rhine. Ah! may no cold e'er blast my dearest maid, Nor pointed ice thy ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson - Volume IV [The Rambler and The Adventurer] • Samuel Johnson
... open now my lips were vain indeed, Nor word nor even kiss could e'er confess What sighs and joy and grief and happiness Would flash from me ...
— The Evolution of Love • Emil Lucka
... Power on Earth can e'er divide The Knot that sacred Love hath ty'd. When Parents draw against our Mind, The True-Love's Knot they faster bind. Oh, oh ...
— The Beggar's Opera • John Gay
... charmer e'er an aunt? Then learn the rules of woman's cant, And forge a tale, and swear you read it, Such as, save woman, none would credit Win o'er her confidante and pages By gold, for this a golden age is; And should it be her ...
— Marguerite de Navarre - Memoirs of Marguerite de Valois Queen of Navarre • Marguerite de Navarre
... sat silent with drooped head. Ne'er rash in words, he never speaks in haste. At last he rose. Proudly he looked and spake Unto the messengers:—"Ye have well said That King Marsile e'er stood my greatest foe! On these fair-seeming words how far can I Rely?" The crafty Saracen replied: "Would you have hostages? you shall have ten, Fifteen, yea, twenty. Though his fate be death My son shall go, and others nobler still, ...
— La Chanson de Roland • Lon Gautier
... 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 ...
— Boswell's Correspondence with the Honourable Andrew Erskine, and His Journal of a Tour to Corsica • James Boswell
... drihtenes * * * * * * * * * * * iwold ahte. * * * * * The [gh]et seith theo soule. Again, saith the soul, soriliche to hire licame. sadly to the body, clene bith the eorthe. 385 the earth is pure aer thu to hire to cume. e'er thou come to it, ac thu heo afulest. but thou defilest it mid thin fule holde. with thy foul carcase; thet is that fulnesse. only that foulness is afursed from monnen. 390 removed from men; nu thu bist bihuded. now thou ...
— The Departing Soul's Address to the Body • Anonymous
... be near out, he'd have offers from the rich farmers and gintlemen about him, of higher terms; so that he was seldom with one masther more nor a year at the very most. He could handle a flail with e'er a man that ever stepped in black leather; and at spade-work there wasn't his aquil. Indeed, he had a brain for everything: he could thatch better nor many that arned their bread by it; could make a slide-car, straddle, or any other rough carpenter work, that ...
— The Ned M'Keown Stories - Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of - William Carleton, Volume Three • William Carleton
... We've delved for Bulbuls' eggs on coral strands, And chased the Pompeydon in distant lands. That Puddin', sir, and me, has, back to back, Withstood the fearful Rumty Tums' attack, And swum the Indian Ocean for our lives, Pursued by Oysters, armed with oyster knives. Let me but say, e'er these adventures cloy, I've knowed that Puddin' since ...
— The Magic Pudding • Norman Lindsay
... again? Shall the sun of Engia ne'er rise on the morrow That lightens her thraldom or loosens her chain? Oh say, shall the proud eye of scorn fall unheeded, The hand, taunting, point to "the land of the brave," And say that Achaia's fair daughters e'er needed An arm to protect them—a ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 14, No. 385, Saturday, August 15, 1829. • Various
... run through th' heawse; but he darted forrud, an' took no notice o' nobody. 'What's up now,' thought Betty; an' hoo ran after him. When hoo geet up-stairs th' owd lad had retten croppen into bed; an' he wur ill'd up, e'er th' yed. So Betty turned th' quilt deawn, an' hoo said. 'Whatever's to do witho, James?' 'Howd te noise!' said Thwittler, pooin' th' clooas o'er his yed again, 'howd te noise! I'll play no moor at yon shop!' an' th' bed fair ...
— Th' Barrel Organ • Edwin Waugh
... thee delightfully employ What e'er Thy bounteous grace hath given; And run my course with even joy, And closely ...
— Standards of Life and Service • T. H. Howard
... draw up the young Plant of your body: to me you looked e'er sprung The secret of the moon within your eyes! My mouth you met before your fine red mouth Was set to song—and never your song denies My ...
— New Poems • D. H. Lawrence
... went by; and in her face Slow melancholy wrought a tempered grace Of early joy with sorrow's rich alloy— Refined, rare, no doom should e'er destroy. And the moon ...
— Rose and Roof-Tree - Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... lift; The gudeman, new come hame, is blythe to find, Whan he out o'er the halland flings his een, That ilka turn is handled to his mind, That a' his housie looks sae cosh and clean; For cleanly house lo'es he, tho' e'er sae mean. ...
— English Dialects From the Eighth Century to the Present Day • Walter W. Skeat
... 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
... e'er forget, Till time shall cease to move, The debt they owe to Lafayette Of gratitude and love? For auld lang ...
— The Old Bell Of Independence; Or, Philadelphia In 1776 • Henry C. Watson
... said, setting it on the table triumphantly. "Rale grand they turned out this time, niver a scorch on the whole of them. I was afeard me hand might maybe ha' got out o' mixin' them,'t is so long since I had e'er a one for you; but sure I bought a half-stone of seconds wid the price of the little hin, and that'll make a good few, so it will, jewel avic, and then we must see after some more. Take one of ...
— Stories by English Authors: Ireland • Various
... 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 ...
— Victorian Songs - Lyrics of the Affections and Nature • Various
... beneath and storms above Have bowed these fragile towers, Still o'er the graves yon locust grove Shall swing its Orient flowers; And I would ask no mouldering bust, If e'er this humble line, Which breathed a sigh o'er other's dust, Might call a ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... our skill, fam'd Linois, thou hast found A certain way,—by fighting ships on ground; Fix deep in sand thy centre, van, and rear, Nor e'er St. Vincent, Duncan, Nelson, fear. While, o'er the main, Britannia's thunder rolls, She leaves to thee ...
— Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez, Vol. I • Sir John Ross
... the fierce troops of Thracian Rhesus fell, And captive horses bade their lord farewell. Sooth,[184] lovers watch till sleep the husband charms, Who slumbering, they rise up in swelling arms. The keepers' hands[185] and corps-du-gard to pass, The soldier's, and poor lover's work e'er was. Doubtful is war and love; the vanquished rise, And who thou never think'st should fall, down lies. 30 Therefore whoe'er love slothfulness doth call, Let him surcease: love tries wit best of all. Achilles burned, Briseis being ta'en away; Trojans destroy the Greek wealth, while ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... will pull down The Eagle and Imperial Crown, And his Bear-like growls we soon will drown, With, Let us give it him, Charley. For while England and France go hand in hand They conquer must by sea and land, For no Russian foe can e'er withstand, So brave a man as Charley. Our ...
— Drake, Nelson and Napoleon • Walter Runciman
... 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, ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... it, that thou stand'st alone, And laughest in the battle's face When all the weak have fled the place And let their feet and fears keep pace? Thou wavest still thine ensign, high, And shoutest thy loud battle-cry; Higher than e'er the tempest roared, It cleaves the silence like ...
— The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar • Paul Laurence Dunbar
... is quite true No one e'er before to-day Sent so wondrous a bouquet As these posies aforesaid— Roses ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field
... of an antique Gem Cat-Pie Legend Authors The Critic The Dilettante and the Critic The Wrangler The Yelpers The Stork's Vocation Celebrity Playing at Priests Songs Poetry A Parable Should e'er the loveless day remain A Plan the Muses entertained The Death of the Fly By the River The Fox and Crane The Fox and Huntsman The Frogs The Wedding Burial Threatening Signs The Buyers The Mountain Village Symbols ...
— The Poems of Goethe • Goethe
... lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd, Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call Shall rattle in the centre of the ball; Th' extended circuit of creation shake, The living die with fear, the dead awake. Oh powerful blast! to which no equal sound Did e'er the frighted ear of nature wound, Tho' rival clarions have been strain'd on high, And kindled wars immortal thro' the sky, Tho' God's whole enginery discharg'd, and all The rebel angels bellow'd in their fall. Have angels sinn'd? and shall not ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young
... sure among the poor As e'er adorned the highest station; And minds as just as theirs, we trust, Whose claim ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... patriotism here; but the whole country is as inactive as a bear in winter, that does nothin' but scroutch up in his den, a-thinkin' to himself, 'Well if I ain't an unfortunate devil, it's a pity; I have a most splendid warm coat as e'er a gentleman in these here woods, let him be who he will; but I got no socks to my feet, and I have to sit for everlastingly a-suckin' of my paws to keep 'em warm; if it warn't for that, I guess, I'd make some o' them chaps that have hoofs to their feet and horns to their heads, look about them ...
— The Clockmaker • Thomas Chandler Haliburton
... fountain from a rocky cave E'er tripped with foot so free; She seemed as happy as a wave That dances ...
— The Crown of Wild Olive • John Ruskin
... make all right, the match look tight, This trick, you know, is done, pals; But now be gay, I'll show my play— Hurrah! the game is won, pals. No hand so fine, No wrist like mine, No odds I e'er refuse, pals. ...
— Rookwood • William Harrison Ainsworth
... stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to ...
— Eighth Reader • James Baldwin
... with treacherous kiss her Saviour stung, Nor e'er denied Him with unholy tongue; She, when Apostles shrank, could danger brave— Last at His cross, and earliest at ...
— Notes & Queries, No. 39. Saturday, July 27, 1850 • Various
... hard Torquatus gaze, He of the axe: Camillus lo, the banner-rescuer! But note those two thou seest shine in arms alike and clear, Now souls of friends, and so to be while night upon them weighs: Woe's me! what war shall they awake if e'er the light of days They find: what host each sets 'gainst each, what death-field shall they dight! The father from the Alpine wall, and from Monoecus' height 830 Comes down; the son against him turns the ...
— The AEneids of Virgil - Done into English Verse • Virgil
... with the back of his hand. He stared vacantly about him, first up the street and then down, looked hard at a post in front of the hotel, then stared up and down the street again. At last he walked over, and, addressing the passengers in a body, said, "Did any of you's see e'er a horse anywheres? I left my ...
— An Outback Marriage • Andrew Barton Paterson
... harsh exacting lord was he, To grasp more than his folks could give; But, mild howe'er a king may be, His majesty, you know, must live; And no man e'er a bumper filled, Until the jovial prince had swilled His share! Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! The ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 458 - Volume 18, New Series, October 9, 1852 • Various
... what wondrous beings these? Did you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household word are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught; Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses ...
— The Canadian Elocutionist • Anna Kelsey Howard
... hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor glow Reflected in the slabbed steps below, Mild as a star in water; for so new, And so unsullied was the marble hue, So through the crystal polish, liquid fine, Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine Could e'er have touch'd there. Sounds Aeolian Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown Some time to any, but those two alone, And a few Persian mutes, who that same year Were seen about the markets: none knew where They could inhabit; the most curious Were ...
— Lamia • John Keats
... modest and clean, E'er please, when presented to view, Should cabin on brown heath, or green, Disclose aught engaging to you, Should Erin's wild harp soothe the ear When touched by such fingers as mine, Then kindly attentive draw near, And candidly ...
— Cottage Poems • Patrick Bronte
... mystery? No no, it could not be, for GOD is just; That beauteous brow! oh, who could call that dust? And yet methought I heard Those words slow uttered o'er thy tiny grave, As though that Eden-calm had e'er been stirred By Passion's stormy wave. It should have been, 'Angels an Angel meet; Seraphs on high a ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, May 1844 - Volume 23, Number 5 • Various
... cleaving, word and deed, I was the foremost knight of chivalry, Stout, bold, expert, as e'er the world did see; Thousands from the oppressor's wrong I freed; Great were my feats, eternal fame their meed; In love I proved my truth and loyalty; The hugest giant was a dwarf for me; Ever to knighthood's laws gave ...
— Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... think me As prone to all ill, and of good as forget- Ful, as proud, lustful, and as much in debt, As vain, as witless, and as false as they Which dwell in court, for once going that way, Therefore I suffer'd this: Towards me did run A thing more strange than on Nile's slime the sun E'er bred, or all which into Noah's ark came; A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name: Stranger than seven antiquaries' studies, Than Afric's monsters, Guiana's rarities; Stranger than strangers; one who for a Dane In the Danes' ...
— English Satires • Various
... Monks is in Danger: Confession nods, Vows stagger, the Pope's Constitutions go to decay, the Eucharist is call'd in Question, and Antichrist is expected every Day, and the whole World seems to be in Travail to bring forth I know not what Mischief. In the mean Time the Turks over-run all where-e'er they come, and are ready to invade us and lay all waste, if they succeed in what they are about; and do you ask what God has else to do? I think he should rather see to secure his ...
— Colloquies of Erasmus, Volume I. • Erasmus
... appreciative reminiscence—"Old Sussex! Them old hills! I did use to have a appetite there! I could eat anything.... You could go to the top of a hill and look down one way and p'raps not see more'n four or five places (houses or farmsteads), and look t'other way and mebbe not be able to see e'er a one at all. Oh, a reg'lar wild, out-o'-th'-way place 'twas." On this farm, to which his gang went year after year, the farmer "didn't pay very high—you couldn't expect'n to. But he used to treat us very well. Send out great puddin's ...
— Change in the Village • (AKA George Bourne) George Sturt
... he made sharp 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, the most ...
— A Treasury of War Poetry - British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917 • Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by George Herbert Clarke
... 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
... silver bow! whose care Chrysa surrounds, and Cilia's lovely vale; Whose sov'reign sway o'er Tenedos extends; O Smintheus, hear! if e'er my offered gifts Found favour in thy sight; if e'er to thee I burn'd the fat of bulls and choicest goats, Grant me this boon—upon the Grecian host Let thine ...
— The Iliad • Homer
... they learned So modern pothecaries taught the art By doctors bills to play the doctor's part. Bold in the practice of mistaken rules Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools. Some on the leaves of ancient authors prey, Nor time nor moths e'er spoil so much as they. Some dryly plain, without invention's aid, Write dull receipts how poems may be made These leave the sense their learning to display, And those explain the meaning ...
— An Essay on Criticism • Alexander Pope
... ever howl, and serpents hiss. O'er the sad plains perpetual tempests sigh, And pois'nous vapours, black'ning all the sky, With livid hue the fairest face o'ercast, And every beauty withers at the blast: Where e'er they fly their lover's ghosts pursue, Inflicting all those ills which once they knew; Vexation, Fury, Jealousy, Despair, Vex ev'ry eye, and every bosom tear; Their foul deformities by all descry'd, No maid to flatter, and no paint to hide. Then melt, ye fair, while crouds around you sigh, ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... Did e'er fat Falstaff, wreathing 'neath his cup Of glorious sack, unable to reel home, Sit on thy breast, and give his fancy up, The all that wine had given pow'r to roam, And left the mind in gay, but dreamy talk, Wakeful in wit when legs denied ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 357 - Vol. XIII, No. 357., Saturday, February 21, 1829 • Various
... in heart and hand, A gallant and courageous band, If e'er a foe dares look awry, We'll one and all poke out ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... furnish subjects far beyond The grasp of human genius. Didst thou e'er, On mossy bank or grassy plot reclined, Watch the effect of sunlight on the boughs Of some tall graceful ash, or maple tree? Each leaf illumin'd by the noon-tide beam Transparent shines.—Anon a heavy cloud Floats for a moment o'er the car of day, And gloom descends ...
— Enthusiasm and Other Poems • Susanna Moodie
... home! The whole Cadmeian people claim With right to have thee back, I most of all, For most of all (else were I vile indeed) I mourn for thy misfortunes, seeing thee An aged outcast, wandering on and on, A beggar with one handmaid for thy stay. Ah! who had e'er imagined she could fall To such a depth of misery as this, To tend in penury thy stricken frame, A virgin ripe for wedlock, but unwed, A prey for any wanton ravisher? Seems it not cruel this reproach I cast On ...
— The Oedipus Trilogy • Sophocles
... 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
... There's no finer e'er sailed from Deptford Pool, which is saying much, split me if it isn't. Though, when all's said, Martin, I could wish for twenty more men to do justice to my noble guns, aye thirty ...
— Black Bartlemy's Treasure • Jeffrey Farnol
... with the love of her white bull- Happy if cattle-kind had never been!- O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them Of such unhallowed union e'er was fain As with a beast to mate, though many a time On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns, And for her neck had feared the galling plough. O ill-starred maid! thou roamest now the hills, While on soft hyacinths he, his snowy side Reposing, under some dark ...
— The Bucolics and Eclogues • Virgil
... cities great and kings? What wight is it that can shape remedy Against these falsely proposed things? Who can the craft such craftes to espy But man? whose wit is e'er ready to apply To thing that sowning is into falshede? Woman! beth'ware of false men! I ...
— Fifteenth Century Prose and Verse • Various
... 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 ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce
... fall not out," saith Alice. "Thou well wist, Blanche, thou hast had no talk with my Lord Dilston, that is known all o'er for the bashfullest and silentest man with women ever was. I do marvel how he e'er gat wed, without his elders did order ...
— Joyce Morrell's Harvest - The Annals of Selwick Hall • Emily Sarah Holt
... Whereupon he ordered me in here, and told me not to dare to show my nose out on deck again until I had his permission, or he'd have me hove over the rail. And I was to tell the passengers that they might go up on the poop if they liked; but that if e'er a one of 'em put his foot on the main-deck he'd be hove overboard without any palaver. Now, what d'ye think of that, sir, ...
— A Middy in Command - A Tale of the Slave Squadron • Harry Collingwood
... bright, And are dress'd so tight, That a man would swear you 're right, As arm was e'er laid ...
— The Beaux-Stratagem • George Farquhar
... young girl, so fair, so lovely? Why had she told me nothing about her? I should like to describe her, reader, so as to make you love her. She was tall, very little above the medium height, slender, graceful, with a delicate, arched neck and the "fairest face the sun e'er shone on." Not beautiful—that word would not describe her; fair, sweet and lovely. She had no brilliant or vivid coloring; her complexion was clear, with the faintest rose-bloom; her eyes large and blue, her lips sweet and sensitive; ...
— Coralie • Charlotte M. Braeme
... the first was ever seen, Or more lovely, colder, brighter, e'er I ween; If you make a second of me, surely then With practice you might hit a dozen men; Lo! total, with its leaves of darkest green, In some gardens, in summer, may ...
— Golden Days for Boys and Girls, Vol. XIII, Nov. 28, 1891 • Various
... 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, and ...
— The Wind Bloweth • Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne
... And if e'er you should come down to the village or the town, With the cold rain for your garland, and the wind for your renown, You will stand upon the thresholds with a face or dumb desire, Nor be ...
— Poems • Alice Meynell
... winter morn Than music of the hounds and horn? What prettier sight could e'er be seen Than hounds ...
— A Horse Book • Mary Tourtel
... tree whose tender boughs Wave in the sunshine green and bright, Nor bird nor insect e'er allows To seek its shelter morn or night, My heart was young, and fresh, and free, And near it came nor care nor pain; But now, like that same tender tree, When once rude hands its fruit profane, Ill-omen'd birds and shapes of ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello
... abysm Of forms outworn, but not to be outworn, Who never hail'd another worth the Life That made it sensible. So died that hour, Like odour wrapt into the winged wind Borne into alien lands and far away. There be some hearts so airy-fashioned, That in the death of love, if e'er they loved, On that sharp ridge of utmost doom ride highly Above the perilous seas of change and chance; Nay, more, holds out the lights of cheerfulness; As the tall ship, that many a dreary year Knit to some dismal sandbank far at sea, All through ...
— The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... the plastic mind To know that God hath never given A mission weightier, more refined, To angels round the courts of heaven, Than that of training human minds Committed unto human hands, In which the spirit e'er ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... thy head then bald behind? Because men wish in vain, When I have run past on winged feet To catch me e'er again. ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 66, February 1, 1851 • Various
... loving children e'er reprove With murmurs, whom they trust and love? Creator, I would ever be A trusting, loving child to thee: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father! thy will, ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 • Charles Dudley Warner
... tragedy, Who lives that never knew The honey of the Attic Bee Was gather'd from thy dew? He of the tragic muse, Whose praises bards rehearse: What power but thine could e'er diffuse Such sweetness ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 17, No. 476, Saturday, February 12, 1831 • Various
... deed may mar a life, And one can make it. Hold firm thy will for strife, Lest a quick blow break it! Even now from far, on viewless wing, Hither speeds the nameless thing Shall put thy spirit to the test. Haply or e'er yon sinking sun Shall drop behind the purple West ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... in guid green wood This seven years and ane; But a' this time, since e'er I mind, ...
— Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Second Series • Frank Sidgwick
... into which the wee man was wriggling trailed upon the carpet, but Jean Paul was in a realm where overcoats 'never were or e'er had been.' ...
— Peggy Stewart at School • Gabrielle E. Jackson
... "Where e'er the silent (e) a Place obtains, The Voice foregoing, Length and softness gains." —Brightland's ...
— The Grammar of English Grammars • Goold Brown
... My fortune now or never, Shall be ensured for aye, or lost for ever. One stroke will end my life, or I shall gain The fairest woman e'er beheld, and reign An Emperor of Chang's celestial state. O smile upon my ...
— Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx • Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
... yet fell at a pistol flash. The doubts that were so plain to chase, so dreadful to withstand— Oh, who shall understand but you; yea, who shall understand? The doubts that drove us through the night as we two talked amain, And day had broken on the streets e'er it broke upon the brain. Between us, by the peace of God, such truth can now be told; Yea, there is strength in striking root, and good in growing old. We have found common things at last, and marriage and a creed. And I may safely write ...
— Poems • G.K. Chesterton
... I give to understand (If e'er this coffin drive a-land), I, King Pericles, have lost This Queen worth all our mundane cost. Who finds her, give her burying; She was the daughter of a King; Besides this treasure for a fee, ...
— Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare • E. Nesbit
... 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 Ribband, or an ounce of Tea. Five days and half th' inhabitants may ride All round the town, and villages beside; But, in their travels, should they miss the road, 'Tis our command ...
— The Olden Time Series, Vol. 3: New-England Sunday - Gleanings Chiefly From Old Newspapers Of Boston And Salem, Massachusetts • Henry M. Brooks
... the hate that we have known The bitter words, not all unmerited? Have hearts e'er thriven beneath our angry frown? Have roses grown from thistles we have sown? Or lucid dawns flowered out of sunsets red? Lo, all in vain The violence that added pain to pain, And drove the sinner ...
— The Empire of Love • W. J. Dawson
... Who-e'er Thou art these lines now reading, Think not, though from the world receding I joy my lonely days to lead in This Desart drear, That with remorse a conscience bleeding ...
— The Monk; a romance • M. G. Lewis
... shape his life to bear himself With ease and frank good-humor unto all; Mix'd in what company soe'er, to them He wholly did resign himself; and join'd In their pursuits, opposing nobody, Nor e'er assuming to himself: and thus With ease, and free from envy, may you gain ...
— The Comedies of Terence • Publius Terentius Afer
... poor, th' oppressed, In your full hour of bliss; Nor e'er from prayer and effort rest, While ...
— The Liberty Minstrel • George W. Clark
... old, As the Queen of our festival meeting; Now Chloe is lifeless and cold; You must go to the grave for her greeting. Her beauty and talents were framed To enkindle the proudest to win her; Then let not the mem'ry be blamed Of the purest that e'er was ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... fair one As fair as e'er was seen, She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba queen. But fool, as I then was, I thought she loved me true, But now alas! she's left me, Fal, lero, ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 2, December 1875 • Various
... if within your blue, Old God is still alive and mighty, Unseen by me alone, ye pray For me and for my doom e'er bleeding! My lips no more are fraught with hymns, No brawn in arm, no hope in heart.... How long, how long, ...
— The Shield • Various
... thrice sung out that night was e'er. Then went Alcmena forth and told the thing To Teiresias the seer, whose words were truth, And bade him rede her what the end should be:— 'And if the gods bode mischief, hide it not, Pitying, from me: man shall not thus avoid The doom that ...
— Theocritus • Theocritus
... None e'er knew him but to love him, the brave martyr to his clime— Now his name belongs to Freedom, to the very end of Time: And the last words that he uttered will forgotten be by few: "I have bravely fought them, mother—I have bravely fought for you!" Let his memory be ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
... O, how dearly, Words too faintly but express; This heart beats too sincerely, E'er in life to love you less; No, my fancy never ranges, Hopes like mine, can never soar; If the love I cherish, changes, 'Twill only ...
— "Co. Aytch" - Maury Grays, First Tennessee Regiment - or, A Side Show of the Big Show • Sam R. Watkins
... That o'er the garden and the rural seat Preside, which shining through the cheerful land In countless numbers blest Britannia sees; O, lead me to the wide-extended walks, The fair majestic paradise of Stowe! Not Persian Cyrus on Ionia's shore E'er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art By genius fired, such ardent genius tamed By cool judicious art, that in the strife All-beauteous Nature fears to ...
— Flowers and Flower-Gardens • David Lester Richardson
... a Despot spurn? Shall she alone, O Freedom, boast thy care? Lo, round thy standard Belgia's heroes burn, Tho' Power's blood-stain'd streamers fire the air, And wider yet thy influence spread, 35 Nor e'er recline thy weary head, Till every land from pole to pole Shall boast one independent soul! And still, as erst, let favour'd Britain be First ever of the first and freest ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... you a new song, that should make your heart beat high, Bring crimson to your forehead, and the lustre to your eye;— It is a song of olden time, of days long since gone by, And of a Baron stout and bold, as e'er wore sword on thigh! Like a brave old Scottish cavalier, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Vol. 56, No. 346, August, 1844 • Various
... reached his listening ear e'er, senseless, Majnun fell as one by lightning struck. A short time, fainting, thus he lay; recovered, then he raised his head to heaven and thus exclaimed: "O merciless! what fate severe is this on one so helpless? Why such wrath? Why blast a blade of grass with lightning, and on the ant ...
— Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers • W. A. Clouston
... up the forms, not the spirit, of worship. He lived the abundant life, and all of the roads which he traveled led to God. His faith was as broad as "the liberal marshes of Glynn". In the spirit of St. Francis he said: — I am one with all the kinsmen things That e'er my Father fathered. ...
— Sidney Lanier • Edwin Mims
... one friend more than you're aware of. If the Squire's taste don't suit with your's, I warrant That's all you'll quarrel with: walk in and taste His beer, old friend! and see if your old Lady E'er broached a better cask. You did not know me, But we're acquainted now. 'Twould not be easy To make you like the outside; but within— That is not changed my friend! you'll always find The same old bounty and old ...
— Poems, 1799 • Robert Southey
... replied, They are sturdy Rogues, they chuse rather to bear all hardship, than to make away themselves. Then said she, Take them into the Castle-yard to-morrow, and shew them the Bones and Skulls of those that thou hast already dispatch'd, and make them believe, e'er a week comes to an end, thou also wilt tear them in pieces, as thou hast done their ...
— The Junior Classics, V5 • Edited by William Patten |
