"Ne'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... smil'd, then whisper'd, and then sneer'd, The misses bridled, and the matrons frown'd; Some hoped things might not turn out as they fear'd: Some would not deem such women could be found, Some ne'er believed one half of what they heard: Some look'd perplex'd, and others look'd ...
— The Curious Case of Lady Purbeck - A Scandal of the XVIIth Century • Thomas Longueville
... small. I've been with the mistress for twenty years. She were a wild slip of a girl when I took service out in 'Merica. She lost her mother when she were eight, and I mothered her after, for her father were a proper ne'er-do-weel, and were always moving from one ranch to another. Miss Helen took after her mother, and got everyone's love. And then her father got her to marry a rich old settler, so that some of his debts might be paid, and he died within ...
— 'Me and Nobbles' • Amy Le Feuvre
... dead, that good old man, We ne'er shall see him more; He used to wear a long brown ...
— The Real Mother Goose • (Illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright)
... Sandy's Snapdragon danced the royal children, and even the King himself condescended to dip his royal hands in the flames, while Archie Armstrong the jester cried out: "Now fair and softly, brother Jamie, fair and softly, man. There's ne'er a plum in all that plucking so worth the burning as there was in Signer Guy Fawkes' snapdragon when ye proved not to be his lucky raisin." For King's jesters were privileged characters in the old days, and jolly Archie Armstrong could joke with the King on this Guy Fawkes scare ...
— The Children's Book of Christmas Stories • Various
... buttoned with a sparkling star. Her face was like the lily roon That veils the vestal planet's hue; Her eyes, two beamlets from the moon, Set floating in the welkin blue. Her hair is like the sunny beam, And the diamond gems which round it gleam Are the pure drops of dewy even That ne'er have left their ...
— The Culprit Fay - and Other Poems • Joseph Rodman Drake
... nowhere have I met men and women with a broader spirit of helpfulness, with deeper devotion to their life-work, or with more consecrated determination to succeed in the face of bitter difficulties than among Negro college-bred men. They have, to be sure, their proportion of ne'er-do-weels, their pedants and lettered fools, but they have a surprisingly small proportion of them; they have not that culture of manner which we instinctively associate with university men, forgetting that in reality it is the heritage from cultured homes, ...
— The Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, 1995, Memorial Issue • Various
... fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?—The Thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she now?—What, will these hands ne'er be clean?—No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that; you mar all with this starting.—Here's the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!—Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale;—I ...
— Sleep Walking and Moon Walking - A Medico-Literary Study • Isidor Isaak Sadger
... gentle eyes, And wet the sacred lore; And such a terror shook her frame, She ne'er ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 334 Saturday, October 4, 1828 • Various
... Lola! like the snow, pure in thy whiteness! Redder than cherries glow thy lips in brightness! Happy the lover brave, when by thy kisses Thou shalt his soul enslave in fondest blisses! Though at thy door dark blood be warningly lying, Ne'er shall it hinder me, when to thee flying. Death straight to heaven in its arms may enfold me; Ne'er shall I enter there happy, till I ...
— Zanetto and Cavalleria Rusticana • Giovanni Targioni-Tozzetti, Guido Menasci, and Pietro Mascagni
... settlements to occupy the up-country, many were "such as have been transported hither as servants, and being out of their time ... settle themselves where land is to be taken up that will produce the necessities of life with little labor." William Byrd described with engaging wit the ne'er-do-wells who maintained a precarious existence below the Dividing Line; and Governor Spotswood deplored the shiftless servants who lived on the Virginia frontier. Yet we may suppose that freedom often transformed the idle bondsman into an industrious ...
— Beginnings of the American People • Carl Lotus Becker
... sergeant! For the first time the thought amused him, and then it maddened him. He had played the part of an idiot, and all because there had been born within him a love of adventure and the big, free life of the open. No wonder some of his old club friends regarded him as a scapegrace and a ne'er-do-well. He had thrown away position, power, friends and home as carelessly as he might have tossed away the end of a cigar. And all—for this! He looked about his cramped quarters, a half sneer on his lips. He had tied himself to this! To his ...
— Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police • James Oliver Curwood
... Of Beauty thought can reach; the source internal Of purest Light, that ne'er To darkness yields; eternal Bloom the bright flowers ...
— Fray Luis de Leon - A Biographical Fragment • James Fitzmaurice-Kelly
... and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8 • Charles H. Sylvester
... thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power. Joy, virtuous Lady! Joy that ne'er was given, Save to the pure, and in their purest hour, Life, and Life's effluence, cloud at once and shower, Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which, wedding Nature to us, gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven, Undreamt of by the sensual ...
— English Men of Letters: Coleridge • H. D. Traill
... 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 Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had he whose simple ...
— The Poetical Works of Beattie, Blair, and Falconer - With Lives, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory Notes • Rev. George Gilfillan [Ed.]
... ne'er ventured so far as Peebles. I've contemplated it! But I was none sure whether I would like it when I got there. See here: I recommend ye no' to be lazin' ower the meat, gin ye'd drap in for the fun. A'm full ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 20 (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... loved is changed or gone, Mock with such taunts the woes of one, Whose every thought—but let them pass— Thou know'st I am not what I was. But, above all, if thou wouldst hold Place in a heart that ne'er was cold, By all the powers that men revere, By all unto thy bosom dear, Thy joys below, thy hopes above, Speak—speak ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. II - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... said he. "The game is up with me now;" —meaning, poor ruined ne'er-do-well, not only that that game with Miss Dunstable was up, but that the great game of his whole life was being ...
— Framley Parsonage • Anthony Trollope
... said a spider to a fly: "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many pretty things to show you when you are there." "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 338, Saturday, November 1, 1828. • Various
... "Ne'er heed me, Seth," said Wiry Ben, "y' are a down-right good-hearted chap, panels or no panels; an' ye donna set up your bristles at every bit o' fun, like some o' your ...
— Adam Bede • George Eliot
... I saw ye were to send me a bit buik, and says I, I'll wait for the bit buik, and then I'll mebbe can read the man's name, and anyway I'll can kill twa birds wi' ae stane. And, man! the buik was ne'er heard tell o'! ...
— Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson - Volume 2 • Robert Louis Stevenson
... bathed in milk and honey-dew, In rain from roses shook, that ne'er touched earth, And ointed me with nard of amber hue; Never had spot me spotted from my birth, Or mole, or scar of hurt, or fret of dearth; Never one ...
— Lilith • George MacDonald
... . Haply some day we meet again; Yet ne'er the self-same man shall meet; the years shall make us ...
— Volume 10 of Brann The Iconoclast • William Cowper Brann
... are unclean, From all that I have said let her refrain. Manoah said unto the angel, stay With us, till we have dress'd a kid, I pray. But he reply'd, though thou shalt me detain, I'll eat no bread, but if thou dost design A sacrifice unto the Lord, then offer: For ne'er till now, Manoah did discover It was a man of God he spake unto. Then said he to the angel, Let me know Thy name, that when these things shall be perform'd, The honour due to thee may be return'd. Whereto the man of ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... cannot recollect before being born, And hence his future life must be "in a horn." There must be a parte ante if there's a parte post, And logic thus demolishes every future ghost. Upon this subject the voice of science Has ne'er been aught but stern defiance. Mythology and magic belong to "limbus fatuorum;" If fools believe them, we scientists deplore 'em. But, nevertheless, the immortal can't be lost, For every atom ...
— Buchanan's Journal of Man, July 1887 - Volume 1, Number 6 • Various
... he ran away, He never at that place did stay; And while he ran, as I am told, He ne'er stood still for young ...
— Traditional Nursery Songs of England - With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists • Various
... Through the velvet leaves the wind All unseen 'gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... right now, Cap'n John, we made one more blunder in this here onfall of our'n, owin' to our having ne'er a seventh son of a seventh son amongst us to look a little ways ahead. Where we flashed in the pan was in not making our rendyvoo down yonder where you and Cap'n Dick got in. Ever' last one of 'em able to crawl is a-making ...
— The Master of Appleby • Francis Lynde
... tell you the truth he is a sort of ne'er-do-well," the merchant laughed. "I grant that he has not had much chance. His father died when he was a child, and his mother soon married again. There is no doubt that he was badly treated at home, and when he was twelve he ran away. He ...
— Saint Bartholomew's Eve - A Tale of the Huguenot WarS • G. A. Henty
... and kings; fill high, one and all; Drink, drink! shout and drink! mad respond to the call! Fill fast, and fill full; 'gainst the goblet ne'er sin; Quaff there, at high tide, to the uttermost rim:— Flood-tide, and soul-tide to ...
— John Marr and Other Poems • Herman Melville
... The vivid blazon of self-conscious youth, The unwilling witness to whole-hearted truth, Ne'er ...
— Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, May 27, 1893 • Various
... our silver censers swinging, Perfumes o'er thy path are flinging— Ne'er o'er Tempe's breathless valleys, Ne'er o'er Cypria's cedarn alleys, Or the Rose-isle's moonlit sea, Floated sweets more worthy thee. Lo! around our vases sending Myrrh and nard with cassia blending: Paving air with odorous ...
— The Last Days of Pompeii • Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
... upon the lofty Truth With sombre conjurations; for the dark She ne'er endures; for her abode is light. In Phoebus' world, in knowledge as in song, All things are bright. Bright beams the radiant sun; Clear runs and pure his bright Castalian fountain. Whate'er thou canst not clearly say thou know'st not. Twin-born with thought ...
— Essays on Scandinavian Literature • Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
... the big waves beat, Hear drowning seamen's cries, in tempests brought? Dark power, with shuddering meek submitted thought, Be mine to read the visions old Which thy awakening bards have told: 55 And, lest thou meet my blasted view, Hold each strange tale devoutly true; Ne'er be I found, by thee o'erawed, In that thrice hallow'd eve, abroad, When ghosts, as cottage maids believe, 60 Their pebbled beds permitted leave; And goblins haunt, from fire, or fen, Or mine, or flood, the walks ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... Amsterdam, one and all, declared that he had been a very busy, active, bustling little governor; that he was "the father of his country;" that he was "the noblest work of God;" that "he was a man, take him for all in all, they ne'er should look upon his like again;" together with sundry other civil and affectionate speeches, regularly said on the death of all great men; after which they smoked their pipes, thought no more about him, and Peter ...
— Knickerbocker's History of New York, Complete • Washington Irving
... youngster Heliogabalus, Or that empurpled paunch, Vitellius, So famed for appetite rebellious— Ne'er, in all their vastly reign, Such a bowl as this could drain. Hark, the shade of old Apicius Heaves his head, and cries—Delicious! Mad of its flavour and its strength—he ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 12, - Issue 323, July 19, 1828 • Various
... And ne'er again, o'er glorious Rhine, That sculptured dream rose calm and mute; Ah! would that now once more 't would shine, And I could ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 1 July 1848 • Various
... people talk about "Noo Yo'k"; Of Cleveland many ne'er have done; They sing galore of Baltimore, ...
— Horace and His Influence • Grant Showerman
... unbidden - just as you did; They're a source of care and trouble - Just as you were - only double. Comes at last the final stroke - Time has had his little joke! Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! Daily driven (Wife as drover) Ill you've thriven - Ne'er in clover: Lastly, when Threescore and ten (And not till then), The joke is over! Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! Then - and ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met and never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. ...
— Stories of Authors, British and American • Edwin Watts Chubb
... time when vernal fruits receive The grateful showers that hang on April's eve; Though every coarser stem of forest birth Throws with the morning beam its dews to earth, Ne'er does the gentle rose revive so soon, But, bath'd in nature's tears, ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810 • Various
... dears," she answered, touching it and smiling, but with tears in her eyes; "this here's my only child, an' iver will be. Ne'er a man'll look 'pon me, so I'm forced to be content wi' this babe and clothe 'en pretty, as you see. Ah, you'm lucky, you'm lucky, though you ...
— The Delectable Duchy • Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... oar With mist on flood and strand? That Oarsman toils forevermore And ne'er shall reach ...
— The Haunted Hour - An Anthology • Various
... to like him that ne'er it likes] Parolles, in answer to the question, how one shall lose virginity to her own liking? plays upon the word liking, and says, she must do ill, for virginity, to be so lost, must like him that ...
— Johnson's Notes to Shakespeare Vol. I Comedies • Samuel Johnson
... the honest gentleman, whom everyone except Robert Carewe held in esteem and af-fection, not her father's enemy, Vanrevel, lay before her with the death-wound in his breast for her sake, but that other—Crailey Gray, the ne'er-do-weel and light-o'-love, Crailey Gray, wit, poet, and scapegrace, the well-beloved ...
— The Two Vanrevels • Booth Tarkington
... radiant world forever gleams With the rich halo of my boyish dreams; The faces I have loved no wrinkles know; My dear ones' eyes ne'er lose their cherished glow; The hair of gold ne'er turns to silver hair; The young are young, the ...
— Five Lectures on Blindness • Kate M. Foley
... us to say Of the war and its why and wherefore—and we said it often enough; The papers gave us our wisdom, and we used it up in the rough. But I held my peace and wondered; for I thought of the folly of men, The fair lives ruined and broken that ne'er could be mended again; And the tale by lies bewildered, and no cause for a man to choose; Nothing to curse or to bless—just a game to win ...
— The Pilgrims of Hope • William Morris
... To the sour palate of the envious mind, Who hears with grief his neighbours good by name, And hates the fortune that he ne'er shall find. ...
— Book of Wise Sayings - Selected Largely from Eastern Sources • W. A. Clouston
... shop across the way Where ne'er is heard a human tread, Where trade is paralyzed and dead, With ne'er a customer a day. The people come, The people go, But never there. They do not know There's such a shop beneath the skies, Because he does not advertise! While I with pleasure ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume VI. (of X.) • Various
... Peght that—it's been the Brown Man of the Moors! O weary fa' thae evil days!—what can evil beings be coming for to distract a poor country, now it's peacefully settled, and living in love and law—O weary on him! he ne'er brought gude to these lands or the indwellers. My father aften tauld me he was seen in the year o' the bloody fight at Marston-Moor, and then again in Montrose's troubles, and again before the rout o' Dunbar, and, in my ain time, he was seen about ...
— The Black Dwarf • Sir Walter Scott
... Guard; 'I'd like to get in there along of him.' 'Get in with you, then,' says he (only we was jabbering that willainous tongue o' theirs), for he sees the name on my traps is the same as that on your traps—and in I get. Now, Mr. Cecil, let me say one word for all, and don't think I'm a insolent, ne'er-do-well for having been and gone and disobeyed you; but you was good to me when I was sore in want of it; you was even good to my dog—rest his soul, the poor beast! There never were a braver!—and stick to you I will till you kick me away like a cur. ...
— Under Two Flags • Ouida [Louise de la Ramee]
... be confessed that to her young acquaintances Mrs. Herrick was rather awe-inspiring. Mere pleasure-seekers—drones in the human hive and all such ne'er-do-weels—were careful to give her a wide berth. Her quiet little speeches sometimes had a sting in them. "She takes the starch out of a fellow, don't you know," observed one of these fashionable loafers, a young officer in the Hussars—"makes him think he's a worm and no man, ...
— Herb of Grace • Rosa Nouchette Carey
... a thing beyond Description wretched: such a wherry, Perhaps, ne'er ventured on a pond, ...
— My Schools and Schoolmasters - or The Story of my Education. • Hugh Miller
... flourished as a singer in those good old days, and it was one of his greatest enjoyments to take his place among the singers in the old High Street Chapel, and raise his alto voice in honour of Him "whose praise can ne'er be told." ...
— Little Abe - Or, The Bishop of Berry Brow • F. Jewell
... but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood? Did Helen's breast, though ne'er so soft, Do Greece ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various
... too bold, for hearts fresh caught, Are ne'er, I am told, to market brought The best, they say, are given away, And are not sold, on market-day. In verity, verity, verity ...
— Bluebell - A Novel • Mrs. George Croft Huddleston
... darkling pathway o'er the restless waters Of seven seas that circle Death's domain I trod, and followed after earth's sad daughters Torn from their loved ones and ne'er seen again. ...
— Chaldea - From the Earliest Times to the Rise of Assyria • Znade A. Ragozin
... (entering in despair). Mother! sweet mother, Far in the Eastland, Soon must thy daughter Pass from earth's day! Ne'er shall a boy-babe Suck from her bosom Valor to strangle Wolves in the lair! Never shall husband From the red war-fields Bring her the ...
— Nirvana Days • Cale Young Rice
... take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder; And I shall spurn, as vilest dust, ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 5 (of 14) • Elbert Hubbard
... must have had a pretty fine-looking farm here thirty years or so ago," I continued, "when he brought his wife to it. This barn was new then. But he was a ne'er-do-well, with nothing to be said in his favor, unless you admit his fame as a practical joker. Strange how the ne'er-do-well is often equipped with an extravagant sense of humor! Turner had a considerable ...
— Humorous Ghost Stories • Dorothy Scarborough
... had stars been in my gift, I would have thrown them reckless all to thee! Two happy years—how swift they fleeted by!— And then I felt a fluttering, restless life Throbbing beneath my heart; and with it knew (I ne'er could tell you how such knowledge came) That I must die! A moment's dread and pang O'ercame me—then the bitter thought grew sweet: My passing agony would win the boon Of life immortal for our infant's soul; The innocent ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 2, August, 1863 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... grant me this; for they are all so kind, so good-natured, and so generous, that they'll ne'er boggle at so small a request. Therefore, both dry and hungry souls, pot and trenchermen, fully enjoying those books, perusing, quoting them in their merry conventicles, and observing the great mysteries of which they treat, shall gain a singular ...
— Gargantua and Pantagruel, Complete. • Francois Rabelais
... shame, at the surprising skill, Which made his lov'd resemblance look so ill. Shadwell who all his lines from nature drew, Copy'd her out, and kept her still in view; Who never sunk in prose, nor soar'd in verse, So high as bombast, or so low as farce; Who ne'er was brib'd by title or estate To fawn or flatter with the rich or great; To let a gilded vice or folly pass, But always lash'd ...
— The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) - Vol. III • Theophilus Cibber
... still prevail. Dead is the Sparrow of my girl, the joy, Sparrow, my sweeting's most delicious toy, Whom loved she dearer than her very eyes; 5 For he was honeyed-pet and anywise Knew her, as even she her mother knew; Ne'er from her bosom's harbourage he flew But 'round her hopping here, there, everywhere, Piped he to none but her his lady fair. 10 Now must he wander o'er the darkling way Thither, whence life-return the Fates denay. But ah! beshrew you, ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus
... O, the bygone bliss! And O, the present pain! That flower and that kiss— That simple flower—that tender kiss I ne'er shall give again! ...
— The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan - The 14 Gilbert And Sullivan Plays • William Schwenk Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
... you'll resemble those That flay'd the Travell'r, who had lost his clothes; Are there not foes enough to do my books? Relentless trunk-makers, and pastry-cooks? Acknowledge not those barbarous allies, The wooden box-men, and the men of pies: For heav'n's sake, let it ne'er be understood That you, great Censors! coalesce with wood; Nor let your actions contradict your looks, That tell the world you ne'er ...
— Poetic Sketches • Thomas Gent
... in dim, drowsy depths of a dream do I dare to delight in deliciously dreaming Cows there may be of a passionate purple,—cows of a violent violet-hue; Ne'er have I seen such a sight, I am certain it is but a demi- delirious dreaming— Ne'er may I happily harbor a hesitant hope in my heart that my dream may come true. Sad is my soul, and my senses are sobbing, so strong is my strenuous ...
— The Re-echo Club • Carolyn Wells
... that word villain you marr'd all. To come unto an honest wife, and call Her husband villain! were he[10] ne'er so bad, Thou might'st well think she would not brook that name For her own credit, though no love to him. But leave not thus, but try some other mean; Let not one way thy hopes ...
— A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. IX • Various
... the west, By Odin's fierce embrace comprest, A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear, Who ne'er shall comb his raven hair, Nor wash his visage in the stream, Nor see the sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the ...
— Myths of the Norsemen - From the Eddas and Sagas • H. A. Guerber
... through whose shadows no lovelight was thrown, With heart that could breast the fierce storms of its winter, And gather the wealth of its harvest alone; It is well there are stars in bright heaven to guide us To heights we ne'er dreamt of,—but oh, to forget The fortunes that bar, and the gulfs that divide us From paths that looked lovely, with ...
— The Two Guardians • Charlotte Mary Yonge
... the hands that rule! Thy harvests yield Only to him who toils; and hands that shirk Must empty go! And here the hands that wield The sceptre work! O glorious golden field! O bounteous, plenteous land of poet's dream! O'er thy broad plain the cloudless sun ne'er wheeled But some dull heart was brightened by its gleam To seize on hope and realize ...
— Pathfinders of the West • A. C. Laut
... been she who had meant to steal my gold; and no matter how she had known some one meant to get at me, with wolves or anything else. It had been just Collins—and the sheer gall of it jammed my teeth—Collins and Dunn, two ne'er-do-well brats in our own mine. I had realized already that they had been missing from La Chance quite early enough for me to thank them for the boulder on my good road, and Collins——But I hastily revised my conviction that it was ...
— The La Chance Mine Mystery • Susan Carleton Jones
... a good-looking fellow of five-and-twenty, with a reputation as a ne'er-do-weel, which, perhaps, he hardly deserved. His father had a great idea of bringing the young man up to some useful calling to keep him out of mischief. Not very terrible mischief, for the most part: only the result of too much leisure ...
— The Wharf by the Docks - A Novel • Florence Warden
... followed day, and still she sighed For love, and was not satisfied; Until one night, when the moonlight Turned all the trees to silver white, She heard, what ne'er she heard before, A steady hand undo the door. The nightingale since set of sun Her throbbing music had not done, And she had listened silently; But now the wind had changed, and she Heard the sweet song no more, but heard Beside her bed a whispered word: "Damsel, rise up; be not afraid; ...
— The Germ - Thoughts towards Nature in Poetry, Literature and Art • Various
... Draught, one Feast, One Wench, one Tomb; And thou must straight To ashes come: Drink, eat, and sleep; Why fret and pine? Death can but snatch What ne'er was thine: Follow ...
— Henry Brocken - His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable Regions of Romance • Walter J. de la Mare
... I hear their wild song, And echo its truthful strain. The power of man, that limitless span Of ocean, can ne'er restrain. ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats
... ne'er sae black, Gie her but the name o' siller, Set her up on Tintock tap An' the wind'll blaw ...
— Penny Plain • Anna Buchan (writing as O. Douglas)
... poor device, I know, my restlessness will ne'er assuage: Still Fanny beats, with pinions clipped, the wires of its Cockney cage! No inch of turf to prisoned larks can represent the boundless moor; And neither Hyde nor Regent's Park suggests ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 99, August 30, 1890. • Various
... this quarrel ne'er be mended?" quoted Anna Bayne, not all sorry that these veteran word-swordsmen, dreaded by everybody, were for once turning their ...
— The Red Acorn • John McElroy
... heart And dropping here and there: Not that I think that any dart Can make yours bleed a tear, Or pierce it anywhere; Yet do it to this end: that I May by This secret see, Though you can make That heart to bleed, yours ne'er will ...
— The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2 • Robert Herrick
... the ridge there fed The sheep that ne'er a shepherd know Save the shrill wind of morn, Five "Oves Ammon" of the snow; I saw the big ram lift his head, Twin-mooned in ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, February 11, 1914 • Various
... the 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
... name 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 that's to ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 6 • Lord Byron
... Will ne'er go right, Would you know the rea-son why? He fol-lows his nose, Wher-ever he goes, And that stands ...
— Aunt Kitty's Stories • Various
... upon a thorn At evening chime. Its sweet refrain fell like the rain Of summer-time. Of summer-time when roses bloomed, And bright above A rainbow spanned my fairy-land Of hope and love! Of hope and love! O linnet, cease Thy mocking theme! I ne'er picked up the golden cup In all my dream! In all my dream I missed the prize Should have been mine; And dreams won't die! though fain would I, And make ...
— The Golden Dog - Le Chien d'Or • William Kirby
... Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gied me her promise true— Gied me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd ...
— At the Little Brown House • Ruth Alberta Brown
... the mayor of the good town of Southampton said, in high wrath—"a ne'er do well, and an insolent puppy; and as to you, Mistress Alice, if I catch you exchanging words with him again, ay, or nodding to him, or looking as if in any way you were conscious of his presence, I will put you on bread and water, and will send you away for six ...
— The Bravest of the Brave - or, with Peterborough in Spain • G. A. Henty
... it liked me ill, When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to St. Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line.' ...
— Life Of Johnson, Volume 4 (of 6) • Boswell
... the tempting feast, Which if they touch, her dreadful torch she rears, Flames in their eyes, and thunders in their ears They that on earth had low pursuits in view, Their brethren hated, or their parents slew, And, still more numerous, those who swelled their store, But ne'er reliev'd their kindred or the poor; Or in a cause unrighteous fought and bled; Or perish'd in the foul adulterous bed; Or broke the ties of faith with base deceit; Imprison'd deep their destin'd torments wait. But what their torments, seek ...
— Museum of Antiquity - A Description of Ancient Life • L. W. Yaggy
... scattered wide By many fates. Peace be within thy walls! I have scarce heart to visit thee; but yet, Denied the joys sought in thy shades,—denied Each better hope, since my poor Harriet died, What I have owed to thee, my heart can ne'er forget! ...
— The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 • William Lisle Bowles
... Democritus his laughing schools, Our author flies sad Heraclitus rules, No tears, no terror plead in his behalf, The aim of Farce is but to make you laugh Beneath the tragick or the comick name, Farces and puppet shows ne'er miss of fame Since then, in borrow'd dress, they've pleas'd the town, Condemn them not, appearing in ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... "Terror"! whose proud heart scorns defeat! to-night thou dost race as ne'er thou didst before, pitting thy strength and high courage against old Time himself! Therefore on, on, brave horse, enduring thy anguish as best thou may, nor look for mercy from the pitiless human who bestrides thee, ...
— The Amateur Gentleman • Jeffery Farnol et al
... without barn Or storehouse are fed; From them let us learn To trust for our bread. His saints what is fitting Shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis ...
— Queechy, Volume I • Elizabeth Wetherell
... WOMAN (holding up her hands). To hear him! (Chuckling to herself.) Keep on! Keep on! You'll ne'er be sorry for it! Aha, Master Franklin, 'twill take no gazing in the crystal to see that the future of a wise and industrious lad is made of gold. What's that you're carrying as carefully ...
— Patriotic Plays and Pageants for Young People • Constance D'Arcy Mackay
... Iago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. First Folio, "Tragedies", p. 326, col. B, ...
— Shakespeare and Precious Stones • George Frederick Kunz
... ne'er beholds the day, That monk who speaks to none, That nun was Smaylhome's lady gay, That monk the ...
— Sunny Memories Of Foreign Lands, Volume 1 (of 2) • Harriet Elizabeth (Beecher) Stowe
... he leapt, he begged of those who made Money by this dread venture, that if he Should perish, such collection should be paid As might be picked up from the "company" To his Mother. This, his last request, shall be— Tho' she who bore him ne'er his fate should know— An iris, glittering o'er his memory— When all the streams have worn their barriers low, And, by the sea drunk up, forever cease ...
— Masterpieces Of American Wit And Humor • Thomas L. Masson (Editor)
... the West!—'tis well for me My years already doubly number thine;[16] My loveless eye unmoved may gaze on thee, And safely view thy ripening beauties shine; Happy, I ne'er shall see them in decline; Happier, that, while all younger hearts shall bleed, Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed, But mixed with pangs to ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve! But long as godlike wish, or hope divine, Informs my spirit, ne'er can I believe That this magnificence is wholly thine! —From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is won; An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British ...
— A Dish Of Orts • George MacDonald
... the Butcher's Hall The soldiers on us fell, Likewise before their barracks (It is the truth I tell). And such a dreadful carnage In Boston ne'er was known; They killed Samuel Maverick— He gave ...
— The Maid-At-Arms • Robert W. Chambers
... why they stayed From me, sailing round the world And I've said, "I'm half afraid That their sails will ne'er be furled." Great the treasures that they hold, Silks, and plumes, and bars of gold, While the spices which they bear Fill with ...
— The Gentleman from Everywhere • James Henry Foss
... he was a bairn. But I've kept eyes on him. He has nothing, and since I came to London I hear that he has gone gyte, I mean—ye'll not understand me—he is plighted to a long-legged shop-lass, the daughter of a ne'er-do-well Australian land-louper, a doctor. This must not be. Now I'll speak plain to you, plainer than to Tod and Brock, my doers—ye call them lawyers. They did ...
— The Disentanglers • Andrew Lang
... Fool! thou hast no more claim on Fate than they who have gone before, and what has come to others in like conditions must come to thee. God himself can not stay it; it is so written in the stars. Power to lead men! Pray that thy prayer shall ne'er be granted—'t is to be carried to the topmost pinnacle of Fame's temple tower, and there cast headlong upon the ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Vol. 2 of 14 - Little Journeys To the Homes of Famous Women • Elbert Hubbard
... were not all enchantment," said the knight, almost breathlessly, gazing round him. "Yet," he said, almost to himself, "those eyes had a soul and memories that ne'er came out of fairyland!" ...
— The Prince and the Page • Charlotte M. Yonge
... of life can ne'er so dull our ear, Nor passion's waves, though in their wildest mood, That oft above their surge we should not hear The solemn voices of the great ...
— Alvira: the Heroine of Vesuvius • A. J. O'Reilly
... so fast proceeding, Ne'er glancing back thine eyes of flame? Known but to few, through earth I'm speeding, ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 69, February 22, 1851 • Various
... old Friend—a man! Ah, sure in richer tide ne'er ran The blood of earth's nobility, Than through your veins; intrepid, free; In counsel, prudent; proud and tall; Of passions full, yet ruling all; No stauncher friend since time ...
— Alaska Days with John Muir • Samual Hall Young
... Caspar, with a melancholy smile. "Ah! Karl, I wish you had not spoken the word. So sweet at other times, it now rings in my ears like some unearthly echo. Home, indeed! Alas, dear brother! we shall ne'er go home." ...
— The Cliff Climbers - A Sequel to "The Plant Hunters" • Captain Mayne Reid
... Very like your eyes of hue; While these violets are the red Of your cheeks. It can be said Ne'er ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field
... Newfoundland. His ship the Delight was wrecked. The crew of the Raleigh mutinied and ran her home to England. The other four vessels held on. But the men, for the most part, were neither good soldiers, good sailors, nor yet good colonists, but ne'er-do-wells and desperadoes. By September the expedition was returning broken down. Gilbert, furious at the sailors' hints that he was just a little sea-shy, would persist in sticking to the Lilliputian ten-ton Squirrel, which was ...
— Elizabethan Sea Dogs • William Wood
... little blood his carcase holds Hath lost[53] its native warmth, and fraught with colds Catarrhs, and rheums, to thick black jelly turns, And never but in fits and fevers burns. Such vast infirmities, so huge a stock Of sickness and diseases to him flock, That Hyppia ne'er so many lovers knew, Nor wanton Maura; physic never slew So many patients, nor rich lawyers spoil More wards and widows; it were lesser toil To number out what manors and domains Licinius' razor purchas'd: one complains Of weakness in the back, another pants For lack of breath, the ...
— Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist, Volume II • Henry Vaughan
... now—it is betrayed This moment in mine eye, And in my young cheeks' crimson shade, And in my whispered sigh. You know it now—yet listen now— Though ne'er was love more true, My plight and troth and virgin vow Still, still I ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 4 • Charles Dudley Warner
... I give him a name Before you all in same, For he is so fair and free, By God and by Saint Jame, So cleped him ne'er his dame, What woman so ...
— Playful Poems • Henry Morley
... thy rich perfume Chemic art did ne'er presume Through her quaint alembic strain, None so sovereign to ...
— The Social History of Smoking • G. L. Apperson
... aunts walked side by side, exchanging their opinions in regard to Gervaise, whom they stigmatized as an irreligious ne'er-do-well whose child would never have gone to the Holy Communion if ...
— L'Assommoir • Emile Zola
... hand, Ne'er formed a fabric fair As Southern wisdom can command, And Southern valor rear. Though kingdoms scorn to own her sway, Or recognize her birth, The land blood-bought for Liberty Will ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
... that wears the eagle's skin Can promise what he ne'er could win; Slavery reaped for fine words sown, System for all and rights for none, Despots at top, a wild clan below, Such is the Gaul from long ago: Wash the black from the Ethiop's face, Wash the past out of man or race! Spin, spin, Clotho, spin! ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. IV, No. 26, December, 1859 • Various
... below it, I might know as much of mirth To live and die a poet Of unacknowledged worth; For Fame is but a vagrant— Though a loyal one and brave, And his laurels ne'er so fragrant As ...
— The Complete Works • James Whitcomb Riley
... For ne'er an echo wakes that towering wall, Whose blackened crags answer none other call Save the lone ocean's rhythmic rise ...
— The Rose-Jar • Thomas S. (Thomas Samuel) Jones
... well-pack'd bag, And hasten to unlock it; You'll ne'er regret it, though you lag ...
— From John O'Groats to Land's End • Robert Naylor and John Naylor
... with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, ...
— Thoughts on African Colonization • William Lloyd Garrison
... engaged at his work would amuse his patrons with thrilling stories of his adventures, or with the details of city life. In this way Fox got acquainted with many people who knew the Coxes when they were living at Morrisville, and they unanimously gave Josh. the character of a "ne'er do weel," although there was nothing against him but his laziness. Josh. had lived for three years in Morrisville, and but very little was known of his previous life. His wife was known as a hard-working woman, and that was all that could be learned ...
— The Expressman and the Detective • Allan Pinkerton
... began to frown, And the bright sun went darkly down. Though their step was light and fleet, The rainbow vanished 'neath their feet,— And down they went,—the giddy things! But Hope put forth his ready wings,— And clinging Love and Youth he bore In triumph to the other shore. But ne'er I ween should mortals deem On rainbow bridge to cross a stream, Unless bright, buoyant Hope is nigh, And, light with Love and ...
— Poems • Sam G. Goodrich
... Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, 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! ...
— MacMillan's Reading Books - Book V • Anonymous
... little Sid, for simile renown'd, Pleasure has always sought, but never found Though all his thoughts on wine and women fall, His are so bad, sure he ne'er thinks at all. The flesh he lives upon is rank and strong; His meat and mistresses are kept too long. But sure we all mistake this pious man, Who mortifies his person all he can What we uncharitably take for sin, Are only rules of this odd capuchin; For never hermit, under grave pretence, Has lived ...
— Marguerite de Navarre - Memoirs of Marguerite de Valois Queen of Navarre • Marguerite de Navarre
... King too,—our Princess—I dare not say more, Sir, May Providence watch them with mercy and might; While there's one Scottish arm that can wag a day more, Sir, They shall ne'er want a friend to stand up for their right. Be d—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 long may ...
— The Letter-Bag of Lady Elizabeth Spencer-Stanhope v. I. • A. M. W. Stirling (compiler)
... side; Than with a glutton on the rarest food. A thousand times I've dined upon the waste, On dry-pease bannock, by the silver spring. O, it was sweet—was healthful—had a zest; Which at the paste my palate ne'er enjoyed. My bonnet laid aside, I turned mine eyes With reverence and humility to heaven, Craving a blessing from the bounteous Giver; Then grateful thanks returned. There was a joy In these lone ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 17, - Issue 495, June 25, 1831 • Various
... the hasty are turned by a hindrance. Whereas a woman is clever in thinking of means, and will venture E'en on a roundabout way, adroitly to compass her object. Let me know every thing, then; say wherefore so greatly excited 'As I ne'er saw thee before, why thy blood is coursing so hotly, Wherefore, against thy will, tears are ...
— Hermann and Dorothea • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
... the fathomless mine My tireless arm doth play; Where the rocks ne'er saw the sun's decline, Or the dawn of the glorious day. I bring earth's glittering jewels up From the hidden cave below; And I make the fountain's granite cup ...
— The New McGuffey Fourth Reader • William H. McGuffey
... with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering in a foreign strand! If such there be, go mark him well: For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim: Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch ...
— Composition-Rhetoric • Stratton D. Brooks
... forests, where the silvery pine waves in solemn grandeur to the sighings of Eolus, while Boreas threatens in vain their firm-rooted trunks. But the lakes! Ah! Julia—the lakes! The most beautiful is the Seneca, named after a Grecian king. The limpid water, ne'er ruffled by the rude breathings of the wind, shines with golden tints to the homage of the rising sun, while the light bark gallantly lashes the surge, rocking before the propelling gale, and forcibly brings to the appalled mind the fleeting hours ...
— Tales for Fifteen: or, Imagination and Heart • James Fenimore Cooper
... shapes of beauty Have I carved, but ne'er before Reached my thought a faultless image, Still unbodied would it soar; Still the pure unfound Ideal Would ensoul a fairer shrine; In my victory I perish, And ...
— Gifts of Genius - A Miscellany of Prose and Poetry by American Authors • Various
... can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him ...
— The Story of the Hymns and Tunes • Theron Brown and Hezekiah Butterworth
... then gone, when on Hounslow Heath We flashed our nags, When the stoutest bosoms quailed beneath The voice of Bags? Ne'er was my work half undone, lest I should be nabbed Slow was old Bags, but he never ceased Till the ...
— Paul Clifford, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... all meridian—were it not I had not left my clime, nor should I be, In spite of tortures, ne'er to be forgot, A slave again of love, at ...
— Ishmael - In the Depths • Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth
... that big Red Hill. Before the engineer was grown we settled with our stock Behind that great big mountain chain, a line of range and rock — A line that kept us starving there in weary weeks of drought, With ne'er a track across the range ...
— Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson
... when they would take rest, they hear him blow and cry. Some see him so seldom, they ask if he be sick: Sometimes some demand, whether he be dead or quick. But, to make short tale, such his conditions be, That I wish of God he had ne'er ...
— A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II • Robert Dodsley
... story, with shrug and smirk, That the artist ne'er does a stroke of work; And so let him suffer, the imbecile! Be you silent! 'Tis you, I think, When the Cigale pierces the vine to drink, Drive her away, her drink to steal; And when she is dead—you make ...
— Social Life in the Insect World • J. H. Fabre
... accursed, ne'er understood, Thou art the grisly terror of our age. "Wreck of all order," cry the multitude, "Art thou, and war and murder's endless rage." O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven The truth that lies behind a word to find, To them the word's right meaning was not given. They shall continue ...
— Anarchism and Other Essays • Emma Goldman
... The first good shot that Robin led, Did not shoot an inch the prick fro; Guy was an archer good enough, But he could ne'er shoot so. ...
— Ballads of Robin Hood and other Outlaws - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Fourth Series • Frank Sidgwick
... languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all. Him, who ne'er listened 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 th' obstreperous trump of Fame; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had ...
— The Minstrel; or the Progress of Genius - with some other poems • James Beattie
... memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here's to you, and here's to you With love that ne'er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty-seven, The joy of earth, the hope of heaven, And fame well-earned, and friendship true, And peace that comforts every pain, And faith that fights the battle through, And all your heart's unbounded wealth, And all your wit, and all your health,— Yes, here's ...
— Music and Other Poems • Henry van Dyke
... pleasure: Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy. Here we've got peace; and aghast I'm Caught thinking war the true pastime. Is there a reason in metre? Give us your speech, master Peter!" 10 I who, if mortal dare say so, Ne'er am at loss with my Naso "Sire," I replied, "joys prove cloudlets: "Men are the merest Ixions"— Here the King whistled aloud, "Let's —Heigho—go look at our lions." Such are the sorrowful chances If you ...
— Dramatic Romances • Robert Browning |
