"Where'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 2 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... "Allah, where'er thou be, His aid impart * To thee, who distant dwellest in my heart! Allah be near thee how so far thou fare; * Ward off all shifts of Time, all dangers thwart! Mine eyes are desolate for thy vanisht sight, * And start ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... prisoned monarch's lay, Through and through me, night and day; And the only strain I know Haunts my brain where'er I go,— Trumpet-tones that ring and ring Till I ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 4, No. 24, Oct. 1859 • Various
... Where'er a casque that suits this sword is found, With perils is thy daughter compass'd round; Alfonso's blood alone can save the maid, And quiet ...
— The World's Greatest Books, Vol VIII • Arthur Mee and J.A. Hammerton, Eds.
... proverbs fail, and wizard's wits be blind, The Scots shall surely reign, where'er ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 14, - Issue 389, September 12, 1829 • Various
... in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. With what a tender and impassioned voice It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought, When ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... Saw, where'er her eye might range, Herself the only child of change; And heard her echoed footfall chime ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... Vainamoinen, "At my boat as I was working, 310 While my new boat I was shaping, Then I found three words were wanting, Ere the stern could be completed, And the prow could be constructed, But as I could find them nowhere, In the world where'er I sought them, Then to Tuonela I travelled, Journeyed to the land of Mana, There to find the words I needed, There the magic ...
— Kalevala, Volume I (of 2) - The Land of the Heroes • Anonymous
... sighed; the air with fragrance breath'd; He moved; the earth confess'd the god; Her brightest chaplets nature wreath'd, Where'er his dimpled feet had press'd the sod. "Why weeps Love's young divinity alone, While men have hearts, and woman charms beneath Tell me, fair worshipp'd boy of ages flown, Is ev'ry flowret ...
— Mark Hurdlestone - Or, The Two Brothers • Susanna Moodie
... Burch had not said so, but perhaps there were mosques and temples and minarets and date-palms. What stories they must know, those children born under Syrian skies! Then she was called upon to play "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun." ...
— Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm • Kate Douglas Wiggin
... peacefully Through the rich treasures in the palace spread, And to his credit, be it here remarked, The priest full oft these happy parties led; They passed the forenoon of the day at church In prayer and praise to the great Lord of all, And now in calm enjoyment praised Him here, Who hears when and where'er his children call. ...
— Home Lyrics • Hannah. S. Battersby
... the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty ...
— Poems of William Blake • William Blake
... fought secure of fortune as of fame: Still by new maps the island might be shown, Of conquests, which he strew'd where'er he came, Thick as the galaxy with ...
— The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol I - With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes • John Dryden
... things to-day "Couleur de rose," I see,—oh, why? I know, and my dear love she knows, Why, oh, why! On both my eyes her lips she set, All red and warm and dewy wet, As she passed by. The kiss did not my eyelids close, But like a rosy vapor goes, Where'er I sit, where'er I lie, Before my every glance, and shows All ...
— Mercy Philbrick's Choice • Helen Hunt Jackson
... presence undefin'd, O'er-shadowing the conscious mind, Where love and duty sweetly blend To consecrate the name of friend;— Where'er thou art is home to me, And home without thee ...
— English Critical Essays - Nineteenth Century • Various
... praise, omnipotence, Support the train of their triumphant prince. A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright, Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light. Night shades the solemn arches of his brows, And in his cheek the purple morning glows. Where'er serene, he turns propitious eyes, Or we expect, or find, a paradise: But if resentment reddens their mild beams, The Eden kindles, and the world's in flames. On one hand, knowledge shines in purest light; On one, ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young
... waited but occasion's tempting breath To overgrow with poisoned bloom my life. What God thus far had saved me from myself? Here was the lofty truth revealed, that each Must feel himself in all, must know where'er The great soul acts or suffers or enjoys, His proper soul in kinship there is bound. Then my life-purpose dawned upon my mind, Encouraging as morning. As I lay, Crushed by the weight of universal love, Which mine own thoughts had heaped ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. I (of II.), Narrative, Lyric, and Dramatic • Emma Lazarus
... Pollock expresses it, "have mused on ruins grey with years, and drank from old and fabulous wells, and plucked the vine that first born prophets plucked; and mused on famous tombs, and on the waves of ocean mused, and on the desert waste: the heavens and earth of every country, seen where'er the old inspiring Genii dwelt, aught that could rouse, expand, refine the soul," even such would fail to do ...
— Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland • Abigail Stanley Hanna
... gazed with wild surprise, Unused such looks to meet; His favorite checked his joyful guise, And crouched and licked his feet. Onward in haste Llewellyn passed, (And on went Gelert too;) And still, where'er his eyes were cast, ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth
... sins atone Since she says it may not be. How am I now woe-begone! For to me my lady said 695 That she fain would speak with me, Now I for my sins atone Since me now she will not see. How am I now woe-begone! Now I for my sins atone 700 Since she says it may not be, Through the world will I begone Where'er fortune carry me. ...
— Four Plays of Gil Vicente • Gil Vicente
... child, And grieved her friends by this: Where'er she went, Her clothes were rent, Her hat and bonnet ...
— Aunt Kitty's Stories • Various
... "Where'er the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs And gives ...
— The Destiny of the Soul - A Critical History of the Doctrine of a Future Life • William Rounseville Alger
... If this was a history, the truth might be coloured with the glamour of romance at times. But, as Tommy Watson himself was wont to say, "Facts are real, facts are earnest, facts are very stubborn things, facts are facts where'er you find 'em, facts are what gives truth its wings." Therefore, it is here set down in black and white that William himself engineered that additional hour, and the wise men who thought they had initiated it patted themselves on the back because ...
— William Adolphus Turnpike • William Banks
... ne'er go right; Would you know the reason why? He follows his nose where'er he goes, And that ...
— Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1 • Edward William Cole
... skies, With rosy shame on downcast cheeks, The virgin stands before his eyes: A nameless longing seizes him! From all his wild companions flown; Tears, strange till then, his eyes bedim, He wanders all alone. Blushing he glides where'er she moves, Her greeting can transport him; To every mead to deck his love, The happy wild-flowers court him. Sweet hope—and tender longing—ye The growth of life's first age of gold, When the heart, swelling, ...
— Life of Her Most Gracious Majesty the Queen V.1. • Sarah Tytler
... shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run, His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall ...
— The Story of the Hymns and Tunes • Theron Brown and Hezekiah Butterworth
... Thinking of you, uncramped, uncranky; Our hearts, ere we're aware of it, "Run helter-skelter into Yankee." "For puttin' in a downright lick 'Twixt Humbug's eyes, there's few to metch it." Faith, how you used it; ever quick Where'er Truth dwelt, to dive and fetch it. Vernacular or cultured verse, The scholar's speech, the ploughman's patter You'd use, but still in each were terse, As clear in point as full in matter. You'd not disdain ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, August 22, 1891 • Various
... thou art born at last I can pause a little; now that thou art in the world, each moment is dear enough to me to linger over it, and I have no desire to call up the second moment, since it will drive me away from the first. "Where'er thou art are love and goodness, where'er thou art is nature too." Now I shall wait till thou writest me again, "Pray go on with thy story." Then I shall first ask, "Well, where did we leave off?" ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... little handful of gray dust, ages since, thy name and estate long out of mind; where'er thou art, thou shouldst have got you ...
— The Broad Highway • Jeffery Farnol
... think of Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would in days of childhood Fling round my cradle their magic spells, On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With the bells of Shandon That sound so grand ...
— Mrs. Hungerford - Notable Women Authors of the Day • Helen C. Black
... men who chase the roe, Whose footsteps never falter, Who bring with them, where'er they go, A smack of old SIR WALTER. Of such as he, the men sublime Who lead their troops victorious, Whose deeds go down to ...
— Fifty Bab Ballads • William S. Gilbert
... Desmond were made especially welcome. And, after dinner, John, whose voice had not yet cracked, would sing, to Mrs. Warde's accompaniment, such songs as "O Bay of Dublin, my heart yu're throublin'," or "Think of me sometimes," or Handel's "Where'er you walk." The Caterpillar made no secret of a passion for Iris Warde, and became a dangerous rival of one of the younger masters. He talked to Warde about genealogies and hunting, topics of conversation in which they had a common interest outside Harrow. ...
— The Hill - A Romance of Friendship • Horace Annesley Vachell
... corpse upon the sand— The light shone out afar; It guided home the plunging boats That beat from Zanzibar. Spirit of Fire, where'er Thy altars rise, Thou art the Light of ...
— Songs from Books • Rudyard Kipling
... cause he strove for, With bold undaunted brow, And his name and fame roll brightening on Along the years till now, All honour to his memory, May his words, where'er they fall, Bring forth the love of liberty, And ...
— Verses and Rhymes by the way • Nora Pembroke
... Who passes through the vision of the night— She chanted snatches of mysterious hymns Heard on the winding waters, eve and morn She kissed me saying, "Thou art fair, my child, As a king's son," and often in her arms She bare me, pacing on the dusky mere. Would she had drowned me in it, where'er it be! For what am I? what profits me my name Of greatest knight? I fought for it, and have it: Pleasure to have it, none; to lose it, pain; Now grown a part of me: but what use in it? To make men worse by making my sin known? Or sin seem less, the ...
— Idylls of the King • Alfred, Lord Tennyson
... down the ship, To cross the mud by bound and skip, His cat upon his neck. Light was his weight and swift his leap, Now would he softly tread, now creep, For treacherous was the mud, and deep From stone to weed, from weed to plank, Leaving a hole where'er he sank; With panting breath and sore taxed strength The solid earth he felt at length. Sheltered within the copse he lay, When dawn had brightened into day, For when one moment there was seen, His red cap glancing 'mid the green, A fearful cry arose— "Here lurks a Dane!" "The Dane ...
— More Bywords • Charlotte M. Yonge
... to us they give, That we, though Pilgrims, joyful lives may live; They do upon us, too, such things bestow, That show we Pilgrims are, where'er we go. ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... bare shoulder backward borne. Wild Nature, spreading all her charms, Welcomed her children to her arms; Laugh'd the huge oaks, and shook with glee, In answer to their revelry; Kind Night would cast her softest dew Where'er their roving footsteps flew; So bright the joyous fountains gush'd, So proud the swelling rivers rush'd, That mother Earth they well might deem, With honey, wine, and milk, for them Most bounteously had fed the stream. The pale moon, wheeling overhead, Her looks of ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXLV. July, 1844. Vol. LVI. • Various
... the noise of this Great World Are feeble cries for help; My ear shall practice to hear such calls, My hands shall train to lift the fallen; Noble men and women who are pushed aside Need champions for their cause; Man, where'er he is or what he be Is none the less my brother And needs the strong to cheer him on. What we extend in help and cheer, Brings its reward in Happiness. It is not for me to say or think Look out for myself first; The bird, ...
— Dollars and Sense • Col. Wm. C. Hunter
... say, Best Things grow worst when they decay. And many facts they have at hand To prove it, shou'd you proofs demand. As if Corruption shut her jaw, And scorn'd to cram her filthy maw, With aught but dainties rich and rare, And morsels of the choicest fare; As garden Birds are led to bite, Where'er the fairest fruits invite. If Phoebus' rays too fiercely burn, The richest Wines to sourest turn: And they who living highly fed, Will breed a Pestilence when dead. Thus Aldermen, who at each Feast, Cram Tons of Spices from the ...
— The Methodist - A Poem • Evan Lloyd
... classic shades and shrines, We love thy murm'ring elms and pines; Where'er our future homes shall be, Our hearts, our hopes are all ...
— The University of Michigan • Wilfred Shaw
... your hearts the morning star's first ray? The clock is two! who comes to meet the day, And to the Lord of days his homage pay? The clock is three! the Three in One above Let body, soul and spirit truly love. The clock is four! where'er on earth are three, The Lord has promised He the fourth will be. The clock is five! while five away were sent, Five other virgins to the marriage went! The clock is six, and from the watch I'm free, And every one ...
— History of the Moravian Church • J. E. Hutton
... hath she, The gentle goddess, free and fair, Awaked with kiss Old Father C. To make the wintry world their care. O'er town, o'er country far away, Where'er hearts ache, or eyes grow dim, His annual round makes Christmas Day, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 101, December 26, 1891 • Various
... Tell me, where'er thy silver bark be steering, Bright Dian floating by fair Persian lands, Tell if thou visited, thou heavenly rover, A lovelier stream than ...
— The Hudson - Three Centuries of History, Romance and Invention • Wallace Bruce
... clinging was a thing of dread; Where'er she touched a fissure spread, And he who'd breasted many a storm Stood frowning there, a mangled form; A Truth, dropped in the silent earth, May seem a thing of little worth, Till, spreading round some mighty wrong, It saps its pillars ...
— Poems • Frances E. W. Harper
... and rest Never yet comes more near, 45 Gloom settles slowly down over their breast; A while they try to stem The waves of mournful thought by which they are prest, And the rest, a few, Escape their prison and depart 50 On the wide ocean of life anew. There the freed prisoner, where'er his heart Listeth, will sail; Nor doth he know how these prevail, Despotic on that sea, 55 Trade-winds which cross it from eternity. Awhile he holds some false way, undebarr'd By thwarting signs, and braves The freshening wind and blackening waves And then the tempest ...
— Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustum and Other Poems • Matthew Arnold
... despight this distance and this cruelty, * I pine for you, incline to you where'er you be. My glance for ever turns toward your hearth and home * And mourns my heart the bygone days you woned with me, How many a night foregathered we withouten fear * One loving, other faithful ever, ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 8 • Richard F. Burton
... So where'er a man may wander, and whatever be his care, You'll find his soul still stretching to the home he left somewhere. You'll find his dreams all tangled up with hollyhocks in bloom, And the feet of little children that go racing through a room, With the happy mother smiling as she watches them ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... that. Where'er he stood, 'twas before God. Of this I know enough already. Is it true, I wish to learn from you that—that it is not By far so troublesome to climb this mountain As to get down—for on all mountains else, That I have seen, quite the reverse obtains. Well, ...
— Nathan the Wise • Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
... sex! where'er thou art, Still art thou heavenly. The rudest clime Robs not thy glowing bosom of its nature. Thrice blessed ...
— The Indian Princess - La Belle Sauvage • James Nelson Barker
... and rich; and pastoral, gay September, with her pomp of fields and farms; And wild November's sybilline array;— In spite of Beauty's calendar, the Year Garlands with Beauty's prize the bonny May. Where'er she goes, fair Nature hath no peer, And months do love their ...
— Life and Remains of John Clare - "The Northamptonshire Peasant Poet" • J. L. Cherry
... thy record in the monarch's hall, And on the waters of the far mid sea; And where the mighty mountain shadows fall, The Alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee. Where'er, beneath some Oriental tree, The Christian traveller rests—where'er the child Looks upward from the English mother's knee, With earnest eyes, in wond'ring reverence mild, There art thou known. Where'er the Book of Light Bears hope and healing, there, beyond ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff
... engaging prove, To souls impressed with sacred love; Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee, In Heaven, in earth, or on ...
— Letters of Madam Guyon • P. L. Upham
... beams most glorious are, Rejecteth no beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare, Made my poor eyes the bolder. Where beauty moves, and wit delights And signs of kindness bind me, There, oh! there, where'er I go I leave my heart ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various
... fruitful hope, With skill against his toil, man bends And finds his work's determined scope Where'er he wends. ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth
... the Dead are passed: Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The almighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom ...
— A History of the Nineteenth Century, Year by Year - Volume Two (of Three) • Edwin Emerson
... Universal Man, Where'er in this wide world he roam, Not known to thee by kith or clan, Nor height, nor breadth of mental dome, Nor babbling tongue, nor sounding creed, But by his woe ...
— Gleams of Sunshine - Optimistic Poems • Joseph Horatio Chant
... is mine, where'er thou rovest, Where'er thou dwellest there too will I dwell; In the same grave shall she thou lovest Lie down with ...
— Chanticleer - A Thanksgiving Story of the Peabody Family • Cornelius Mathews
... your poet's lays, And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. Not all are blest, whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 5 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... expect?' he replied. 'My ambition could not endure such a humdrum existence as yours; with these gay-coloured wings of mine I shall soar to higher realms, and be courted and caressed where'er I go!' ...
— Parables from Flowers • Gertrude P. Dyer
... and from the vineyards Came no fruits to deck the feasts, Only flesh of bloodstained victims Smoldered on the altar-fires, And where'er the grieving goddess Turns her melancholy gaze, Sunk in vilest degradation Man ...
— The Brothers Karamazov • Fyodor Dostoyevsky
... of Earth! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am ...
— Appearances - Being Notes of Travel • Goldsworthy Lowes Dickinson
... On land where'er ye be; And O, think on the leal, leal heart, That ne'er luvit ane but thee! And O, think on the cauld, cauld mools That file my yellow hair, That kiss the cheek, and kiss the chin Ye ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... steady, Calm, quick, and ready, They boldly enter, and make no din. Where'er such trifles As Snider rifles And bright six-shooters are stored within. The Queen's round towers Can't baulk their powers, Off go the weapons by sea and shore, To where the Cork men And smart New York men Are daily piling ...
— Speeches from the Dock, Part I • Various
... dregs out of the cup of hate; The bitterness of sorrow, shame, and scorn; Where'er the tongues of mortals curse their fate, She saw herself an outcast and forlorn; And hating sore the day that she was born, Down in the dust she cast her golden head, There with rent raiment and fair tresses torn, At feet of Corythus ...
— Helen of Troy • Andrew Lang
... current yield; The other from the high lands of his birth Plunges through rocks and spurns the pastoral earth, Then settling silent to his deeper course Draws in his fellows to augment his force, Becomes a name, and broadening as he goes, Gives power and purity where'er he flows, Till, great enough for any commerce grown, He links all nations ...
— Poems: New and Old • Henry Newbolt
... not standing fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart are ...
— Past and Present - Thomas Carlyle's Collected Works, Vol. XIII. • Thomas Carlyle
... craved, and she asked for a young and noble knight to be her husband. My royal word is given, and I will keep it; therefore have I brought you here to meet her." Sir Kay burst out with, "What? Ask me perchance to wed this foul quean? I'll none of her. Where'er I get my wife from, were it from the fiend himself, this hideous hag shall never be mine." "Peace, Sir Kay," sternly said the king; "you shall not abuse this poor lady as well as refuse her. Mend your speech, ...
— Hero-Myths & Legends of the British Race • Maud Isabel Ebbutt
... an inn that I, who am desert-born, wish for a gallop on the mountains with a good horse beneath me and a brave knight in front. Listen, you brethren; you say you do not fear; then leave your bridles loose, and where'er we go and whate'er we meet seek not to check or turn the horses Flame and Smoke. Now, Son of the Sand, we will test these nags of which you sing so loud a song. Away, and let the ...
— The Brethren • H. Rider Haggard
... art like Theseus, thou dost make me bleed; Offenceless I, yet thou dost make me bleed. This scratch I shall remember well, my lord! Deceiver false! deserter! runaway! My quick-heeled slave! my loose ungrateful bird! Where'er thou art, or if thou hear or no, Know that thou art from this time given o'er, To tarry and return what time thou wilt. It is most like that thou dost lurk not far, In twilight of some envious cave or bower. Well, if thou dost—why—lurk thy heart's content. Poor rogue! thou art not worth this ...
— The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, No. 1, January, 1852 • Various
... on a lovely object, nor my mind Take pleasure in the midst of happy thoughts, But either she, whom now I have, who now Divides with me that loved abode, was there, Or not far off. Where'er my footsteps turned, Her voice was like a hidden bird that sang. The thought of her was like a flash of light, Or an unseen companionship, a breath Or fragrance independent ...
— The Friendships of Women • William Rounseville Alger
... a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. II - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... Where'er luxuriant Nature spread Her flowery carpet o'er the mead, Or bubbling stream's soft gliding pass To cool and freshen up the grass, Disdaining bounds, he cropped the blade, And wantoned in the spoil ...
— Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse • Various
... praise o'erpast who strove to hide Beneath the warrior's vest affection's wound, Whose wish Heaven for his country's weal denied; Danger and fate he sought, but glory found. From clime to clime, where'er war's trumpets sound, The wanderer went; yet Caledonia! still Thine was his thought in march and tented ground; He dreamed 'mid Alpine cliffs of Athole's hill, And heard in Ebro's roar his Lyndoch's ...
— Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott • Sir Walter Scott
... esteem'd it rude to break a party up, Indeed, it was his usual plan, where'er he dined to sup; And then to take what modern rakes sometimes "a nightcap" call— That is, a friendly parting glass, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54, No. 334, August 1843 • Various
... fall to thirst and heat The readier victims: this was all they won. All food they loathe; and 'gainst their deadly thirst Call famine to their aid. Damp clods of earth They squeeze upon their mouths with straining hands. Where'er on foulest mud some stagnant slime Or moisture lies, though doomed to die they lap With greedy tongues the draught their lips had loathed Had life been theirs to choose. Beast-like they drain The swollen udder, and where milk was not, They sucked the life-blood forth. From herbs and boughs Dripping ...
— Pharsalia; Dramatic Episodes of the Civil Wars • Lucan
... art not gone being gone, where'er thou art, Thou leav'st in him thy watchful eyes, in ...
— Essays, First Series • Ralph Waldo Emerson
... the Equator Where'er gleams the polar star, Where "The Dipper" ne'er is empty And Orion is not far, Where the eagle at them gazes And up toward them thrusts the pine— Anywhere strong men drink spirits On the right ...
— The Red-Blooded Heroes of the Frontier • Edgar Beecher Bronson
... I charge and empower my lieutenant, Jean de Montresor, to seize where'er he may be found, hold, and conduct to Paris the ...
— The Suitors of Yvonne • Raphael Sabatini
... Queen Mab!" quoth he, "And all her maids where'er they be: I think the devil guided me, To seek her so provoked!" Where stumbling at a piece of wood, He fell into a ditch of mud, Where to the very chin he stood, ...
— The Sources and Analogues of 'A Midsummer-night's Dream' • Compiled by Frank Sidgwick
... as drinkers love their wine; The more I drink, the more they seem divine; With joy elate my soul in love runs o'er, And each fresh draught is sweeter than before: Books bring me friends where'er on earth I be,— Solace ...
— A Book for All Readers • Ainsworth Rand Spofford
... who lives beyond his means Forfeits respect, loses his sense; Where'er he goes, through the seven births, All count him knave: ...
— Book of Wise Sayings - Selected Largely from Eastern Sources • W. A. Clouston
... art near, the hemisphere Commissioned to surround me, (As well as you,) is subject to Some changes that astound me. Where'er I look I seem mistook; All objects—what, I care not— At once arrange to make a change To something that they were not! When thou art near, love, Strange things occur— Thickness is clear, love, Clearness a blur. Penguins ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 99, July 19, 1890 • Various
... the work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath; The fire of conflict burnt within, The battle trembled to begin; Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Point for attack was nowhere found. Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed, The unbroken line of lances blazed; That line 'twere suicide to meet, And perish at their tyrant's feet How could they rest within their graves, And leave their homes the homes of slaves? Would they not feel their children tread With clanging ...
— Ten Great Events in History • James Johonnot
... true; and something more You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make ...
— The White Bees • Henry Van Dyke
... Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravel'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at ...
— Lives of the English Poets - From Johnson to Kirke White, Designed as a Continuation of - Johnson's Lives • Henry Francis Cary
... where'er it be; thy load Can cheer the pauper's dark abode, And lack of it, with ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, December 24, 1892 • Various
... "The poet says: 'Where'er we roam, the sky beneath, the heart sighs for its native heath.' That's the sentiment side of it. But there's a practical side. There's the school-house. It was worth passing this way to find out whether the town had abandoned it—and I reckoned it had, and I reckoned right. I have presentiments ...
— The Skipper and the Skipped - Being the Shore Log of Cap'n Aaron Sproul • Holman Day
... sight of you! I swear I'll ne'er forget the right of you; * And fain this breast would soar to height of you: You made me drain the love cup, and I lief * A love cup tender for delight of you: Take this my form where'er you go, and when * You die, entomb me in the site of you: Call on me in my grave, and hear my bones * Sigh their responses to the shright of you: And were I asked 'Of God what wouldst thou see?' * I answer, 'first His will then ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
... restor'd the day. Cymothoe, Triton, and the sea-green train Of beauteous nymphs, the daughters of the main, Clear from the rocks the vessels with their hands: The god himself with ready trident stands, And opes the deep, and spreads the moving sands; Then heaves them off the shoals. Where'er he guides His finny coursers and in triumph rides, The waves unruffle and the sea subsides. As, when in tumults rise th' ignoble crowd, Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud; And stones and brands in rattling volleys fly, And all the rustic arms that fury can ...
— The Aeneid • Virgil
... lov'd and courted by the Great, ever play'd high with those durst venture most; and durst make Love where'er my Fancy lik'd: but sometimes running out my Master's Cash, (which was supply'd still by my Father) they sent me, to reform my expensive Life, a Factor, into France—still I essay'd to be a plodding Thriver, but found my Parts not ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume IV. • Aphra Behn
... where'er we may, through city or through town, Village or hamlet of this merry land, Though lean and beggar'd, every twentieth face, Conducts th' unguarded nose to such a whiff Of state debauch, forth issuing from the sties That law has licensed, ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.III. - From George III. to Victoria • E. Farr and E. H. Nolan
... firm elastic tread; But soon the world, with wonder-teeming eyes, His manners mark, and goggle with surprise. "He's wond'rous strange!" exclaims each gaping clod, "A wond'rous genius, for he's wond'rous odd!" Where'er he goes, there goes before his fame, And courts and taverns echo round his name; 'Till, fairly knocked by admiration down, The petted monster cracks his wond'rous crown. No longer now to simple Nature true, He studies only to be oddly new; Whate'er he does, ...
— The Sylphs of the Season with Other Poems • Washington Allston
... where'er thou wert, we found thee. "Behold!" we cried, "the Sergeant reappears." Let not our welcome overmuch astound thee, Whom we have missed through twelve unhappy years. Restored at length to England, home, and beauty, Sergeant-at-Arms ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, June 27, 1891 • Various
... stately gesture strode along, And boldly join'd the peacock throng; Who, his impertinence to pay, First stripp'd him, and then chas'd away. The crest-fall'n coxcomb homeward sneaks, And his forsaken comrades seeks; Where'er he comes, with scorn they leave him, And not a jackdaw will receive him. Says one he had disdain'd, at last, "Such as thou art, thou mightst have pass'd, And hadst not now been cast behind, The scorn and scandal of ...
— Aesop, in Rhyme - Old Friends in a New Dress • Marmaduke Park
... where'er the current tends, Regret pursues and with it blends,— Huge Criffel's hoary top ascends By Skiddaw seen, Neighbours we were, and loving friends We ...
— Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland A.D. 1803 • Dorothy Wordsworth
... fair one and the dear one— Her lover by her side— Strays or sits as fancy flits, Where yellow streamlets glide; Gleams illuming—flowers perfuming Where'er her footsteps rove; Time beguiling with her smiling, Oh! that 's the ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... the shattered sky In empyrean wars, The sons of simple men out-vie God's splendid meteors; Where'er the mills of Vulcan roared And blinked against the night, Swart shapes with sweat-washed eyes have stored The clean, lean lightnings of the Lord To be a league-long, leaping sword In this our ...
— 'Hello, Soldier!' - Khaki Verse • Edward Dyson
... safety view'd the storms from land, Now find myself to the same fate exposed, Toss'd to and fro upon a sea of troubles! My boldness has been vanquish'd in a moment, And humbled is the pride wherein I boasted. For nearly six months past, ashamed, despairing, Bearing where'er I go the shaft that rends My heart, I struggle vainly to be free From you and from myself; I shun you, present; Absent, I find you near; I see your form In the dark forest depths; the shades of night, Nor less broad daylight, bring back ...
— Phaedra • Jean Baptiste Racine
... this the features of the Queen grew hard. "Did they not give their child to me? Now scarce A day has passed, and they must see her face. Is it thine own wish or the merchant's? I Have said the girl could go where'er she would. Can I not have her taken back myself?" Then the dyang bowed, beat her breast, and went, Sad that she could not Bidasari see, And quaking at the anger of the Queen. Of the dyang, fair Bidasari heard The voice, and felt her heart break that she could Not speak to her and send ...
— Malayan Literature • Various Authors |
