"Cheerly" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... doubt not of a fair and lucky war, Since Heaven so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous treason, lurking in our way. Then, forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver Our puissance[14] into the hand of Heaven, Putting it straight in expedition. Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:(D) No king of England, if ...
— King Henry the Fifth - Arranged for Representation at the Princess's Theatre • William Shakespeare
... lowly brave, who bled While cheerly following where the Mighty led—[309] Who sleep beneath the undistinguished sod Where happier comrades in their triumph trod, To us bequeath—'tis all their fate allows— The sireless offspring and the lonely spouse: She on high Albyn's dusky hills may ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7) • Lord Byron
... my poverty brings tranquil hours; My lowly hearth-stone cheerly shines; My modest garden bears me fruit and ...
— The Elegies of Tibullus • Tibullus
... the fairest band, Joins brothers truly hand in hand, Thus, onward to a better land, Man journeys light and cheerly. Taste ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... Portingale do ioyntly knit Their frontiers, leaning on each others bound, There met our armies in the proud aray: Both furnisht well, both full of hope and feare, Both menacing alike with daring showes, Both vaunting sundry colours of deuice, Both cheerly sounding trumpets, drums and fifes, Both raising dreadfull clamors to the skie, That valleis, hils, and riuers made rebound And heauen it-selfe was frighted with the sound. Our battels both were pitcht in squadron ...
— The Spanish Tragedie • Thomas Kyd
... farther!' He then laid himself down, thinking to make that place his grave, and bade his dear master farewell. Orlando, seeing him in this weak state, took his old servant up in his arms, and carried him under the shelter of some pleasant trees; and he said to him: 'Cheerly, old Adam, rest your weary limbs here awhile, and do ...
— Tales from Shakespeare • Charles and Mary Lamb
... with a voice almost as sweet as Creel's Answered: "The names of those who grease the wheels Of progress and have never, never blundered." Ben Woodrow lay quite still, and sadly wondered. "And is mine one?" he queried. "Nay, not so," Replied the Angel. Woodrow spoke more low But cheerly still, and in his May I notting Fashion he said: "Of course you may be rotting, But even if you are, may I not then Be writ as one that loves his fellow men? Do that for me, old chap; just that; that merely ...
— Mince Pie • Christopher Darlington Morley
... bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?'—The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answer'd, 'The names of those who love the Lord.' 'And is mine one?' said Abou. 'Nay, not so,' Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, 'I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his ...
— The Children's Garland from the Best Poets • Various
... countryman he was, And giving him good-day right courteously Bespake him in his mother-tongue; for he Had wandered in his youth o'er distant seas And knew full many lands and languages. Wherefore with him the royal stranger fell To talking cheerly, and besought him tell Whence all his gems were had and costly things, Talismans, amulets, and charmed rings: Whereto the other answered, They had come Some from a country not far hence, and some From out a land a thousand leagues away To eastward, ev'n the birthplace of the Day, The region of the ...
— The Poems of William Watson • William Watson
... And, seeking refuge, slipt into her bed; Whereon Leander sitting, thus began, Through numbing cold, all feeble, faint, and wan. "If not for love, yet, love, for pity-sake, Me in thy bed and maiden bosom take; At least vouchsafe these arms some little room, Who, hoping to embrace thee, cheerly swoom: This head was beat with many a churlish billow, And therefore let it rest upon thy pillow." Herewith affrighted, Hero shrunk away, And in her lukewarm place Leander lay; Whose lively heat, like fire from ...
— Hero and Leander and Other Poems • Christopher Marlowe and George Chapman |
