"Wheresoe'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the Faithful! My gratitude I cannot tell, That thou at last hath freed me From the Witch's fearful spell. But wheresoe'er thou goest, Thou faithful knight and true, The favours of my kingdom Shall all be showered on you. [Turns to Titania. Hail, starry-winged Titania! And ye fairies, rainbow-hued! I have not words sufficient To tell my gratitude, But if the loyal service Of a mortal ye should need, Prince ...
— The Little Colonel's Hero • Annie Fellows Johnston
... young God prosper long our noble King God save our gracious King Go fetch to me a pint o' wine Go, lovely Rose Good-morrow to the day so fair Good people all, of every sort Go where glory waits thee Green fields of England, wheresoe'er ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... begin, And people walk with zeal therein; But wheresoe'er the highways tend, Be sure there's ...
— Underwoods • Robert Louis Stevenson
... beheld him, Blind I seem to be; Wheresoe'er they wander, Him alone they see. Round me glows his image, In a waking dream; From the darkness rising Brighter ...
— The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries: - Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English, Volume 5. • Various
... sun and stiffening cold May change the fair ancestral mould, No winter chills, no summer drains The life-blood drawn from English veins, Still bearing wheresoe'er it flows The love that with its fountain rose, Unchanged by space, unwronged by time, From age to age, from ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... since there is so great diversity In English, and in writing of our tongue, I pray to God that none may miswrite thee Nor thee mismetre, for default of tongue, And wheresoe'er thou mayst be read or sung, That thou be ...
— Chaucer • Adolphus William Ward
... a dear ramble through impertinence; Impertinence! the scurvy of mankind. And all we fools, who are the greater part of it, Though we be of two different factions still, Both the good-natured and the ill, Yet wheresoe'er you look, you'll always find We join, like flies and wasps, in buzzing about wit. In me, who am of the first sect of these, All merit, that transcends the humble rules Of my own dazzled scanty sense, Begets a kinder folly and impertinence Of admiration and ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... inspired The stout Phocaeans when from their doomed city they retired, Their fields, their household gods, their shrines surrendering as a prey To the wild boar and the ravening wolf; [1] so we, in our dismay, Where'er our wandering steps may chance to carry us should go, Or wheresoe'er across the seas the fitful winds may blow. How think ye then? If better course none offer, why should we Not seize the happy auspices, and boldly put to sea? But let us swear this oath;—"Whene'er, if e'er shall ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin
... they move, before them Swarms the stinging fly, the Ahmo, Swarms the bee, the honey-maker; Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath them Springs a flower unknown among us, Springs the white man's ...
— The Folk-lore of Plants • T. F. Thiselton-Dyer
... quite, Altho' she liveth still at ease— An' allow the crested stags to fight And wander wheresoe'er they please, A young wife I have chosen now, Which I repent not any where, I am not wanting wealth, I trow, Since ever I ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel , Volume I. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... the furthest seas, Peace in our sheltered bays and ample streams, Peace wheresoe'er our starry garland gleams, And peace ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
... hands they put, And wheresoe'er the soil had need The furrow drave, and underfoot They ...
— A Cluster of Grapes - A Book of Twentieth Century Poetry • Various
... Rising Sun, east side, facing Florentine Court. Panels from left to right: "He that honors not himself lacks honor wheresoe'er he goes," from Zuhayr, the Arabian poet; "The balmy air diffuses health and fragrance; so tempered is the genial glow that we know neither heat nor cold; tulips and hyacinths abound; fostered by a delicious clime, the earth blooms like a garden," from Firdausi, the Persian poet; "A ...
— The City of Domes • John D. Barry
... autumn's chilling rain Closed their bright eyelids, and, alas! No summer opened them again. The strong trees shuddered at his touch, And shook their foliage to the plain. A sheaf of darts was in his clutch; And wheresoe'er he turned the head Of any dart, its power was such That Nature quailed with mortal dread, And crippling pain and foul disease For sorrowing leagues around him spread. Whene'er he cast o'er lands and seas That fatal shaft, there ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 84, October, 1864 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... paused in his way Beside Antinoues, whom he thus address'd. 500 Kind sir! vouchsafe to me! for thou appear'st Not least, but greatest of the Achaians here, And hast a kingly look. It might become Thee therefore above others to bestow, So should I praise thee wheresoe'er I roam. I also lived the happy owner once Of such a stately mansion, and have giv'n To num'rous wand'rers (whencesoe'er they came) All that they needed; I was also served By many, and enjoy'd all that denotes 510 The envied owner opulent ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer
... gasp of my earthquake life will dispute its unconditional, unintegral mastery in me. In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here. Though but a point at best; whencesoe'er I came; wheresoe'er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights. But war is pain, and hate is woe. Come in thy lowest form of love, and I will kneel and kiss thee; but at thy highest, come as mere supernal power; and though thou launchest navies of full-freighted ...
— Moby-Dick • Melville
... men, and the Te Deums stink— Reeks through the forests—past the river's brink, O'er wood and plain and mountain, till it fouls Fair Paris in her pleasures; then it prowls, A deadly stench, to Crete, to Mexico, To Poland—wheresoe'er kings' armies go: And Earth one Upas-tree of bitter sadness, Opening vast blossoms of a bloody madness. Throats cut by thousands—slain men by the ton! Earth quite corpse-cumbered, though the half not done! They lie, stretched out, where the blood-puddles ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... the spell—nor deemed its power Could fetter me another hour. Ah, thoughtless! how could I forget Its causes were around me yet? For wheresoe'er I looked, the while, Was Nature's ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... may bathe his coal-black wings in mire, And unperceived fly with the filth away; But if the like the snow-white swan desire, The stain upon his silver down will stay. Poor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day: Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly, But eagles gazed upon with ...
— The Rape of Lucrece • William Shakespeare [Clark edition]
... roam, Wheresoe'er thou mak'st thy home, May God thy footsteps guide, Watch o'er thee and provide. This is my earnest prayer for thee, Welcome, stranger, from over the sea." ...
— The Hawaiian Archipelago • Isabella L. Bird
... JOHN.—I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me.—Dost thou ...
— Ivanhoe - A Romance • Walter Scott
... the shadow of the tree Is cast far forward, yet does not depart; Even so, beloved, wheresoe'er you be, The thought of you can ...
— Translations of Shakuntala and Other Works • Kaalidaasa
... a mistress, for perfections rare In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair. Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes; Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice. And wheresoe'er my fancy would begin, Still her perfection lets religion in. We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers. I touch her, like my beads, with devout care, And come unto my ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various
... Sion, of thy sons forgot? Hast thou forgot the innocent flocks, that lay Prone on thy sunny banks, or frisk'd in play Amid thy lilied meadows? Wilt thou turn A deaf ear to thy supplicants, who mourn Downcast in earth's far corners? Unto thee Wildly they turn in their lone misery; For wheresoe'er they rush in their despair, The ...
— Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 366, April, 1846 • Various
... 'Wheresoe'er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless labour all along, Endless labour to be wrong; Phrase that time has flung away; Uncouth words in disarray, Trick'd in antique ruff and bonnet, ...
— The Life Of Johnson, Volume 3 of 6 • Boswell
... climb, And somewhere, too, there may be valleys dim Which thou must pass to reach the heights sublime. Then all the more because thou canst not hear Poor human words of blessing will I pray. O, true brave heart, God bless thee wheresoe'er In God's wide universe ...
— The Gospel of the Hereafter • J. Paterson-Smyth
... lessons, All were taught within this building, Which the Odd Fellows erected In eighteen hundred forty-seven. Far and wide the ranks are scattered, Strange their destiny and varied, Yet the tie of love and duty, Binds the teacher to the pupil, Binds the pupil to the teacher, Wheresoe'er their footsteps wander, Wheresoe'er their fate may lead them. May they ever fondly cherish All the dear associations, All the lessons of ambition, Taught and gained at Franklin College, ...
— The Song of Lancaster, Kentucky - to the statesmen, soldiers, and citizens of Garrard County. • Eugenia Dunlap Potts
... foretold has come to pass. 'Tis scarce one moon since the revolted sea Cast you ashore, seducer and seduced; And yet e 'en now these folk flee from thy face, And horror follows wheresoe'er thou goest. The people shudder at the Colchian witch With fearful whispers of her magic dark. Where thou dost show thyself, there all shrink back And curse thee. May the same curse smite them all!— As for thy lord, the Colchian ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VI. • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... softly, softly, O my heart! And thou—my waiting one! My unforgotten! wheresoe'er thou art— My heart's unfading sun! My guiding light beneath the storms and clouds; My solace when the woods and hills are lone; And the dark pine breathes out its saddening moan; And when the night the misty mountain ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2 No 4, October, 1862 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... sky, Unblest by thy presence would desolate be; But cheered by the light of thy soft beaming eye, Ah! sweet were a tent in the desert with thee. For 'tis love—O! 'tis love which thus hallows the ground, And brightens the gloom of the anchorite's cell; And the Eden of earth—wheresoe'er it be found— Is the spot where the heart's ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 4 October 1848 • Various
... in a place secret, by thyself alone, That no man see or hear what thou shalt say or done. Trust not thy friend too much wheresoe'er thou go, For he thou trustest best, sometyme may be ...
— Curiosities of Literature, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Isaac D'Israeli
... soft and tender, Guide my hand good seed to sow, That its blossoming may praise Thee Wheresoe'er they go." ...
— Harper's Young People, December 30, 1879 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... vessel 190 From the regions of the morning, From the shining land of Wabun. "Gitche Manito the Mighty, The Great Spirit, the Creator, Sends them hither on his errand, 195 Sends them to us with his message. Wheresoe'er they move, before them Swarms the stinging fly, the Ahmo, Swarms the bee, the honey-maker; Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath them 200 Springs a flower unknown among us, Springs the White-man's Foot in blossom. "Let us welcome, then, the strangers, Hail them as our friends and brothers, And the ...
— The Song of Hiawatha - An Epic Poem • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... here, the month of blossoms, month of roses white and red, Wet with dew and perfume-laden, nodding wheresoe'er we tread; Come the bees to gather honey, all the lazy afternoon; Flowers and lassies, men and meadows, love alike the ...
— Just Folks • Edgar A. Guest
... here and there, as up the crags you spring, Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path; Yet deem not these devotion's offering - These are memorials frail of murderous wrath; For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Poured forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife, Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land, where ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... nothing take Except one cloak alone: but in that boat Sit thou, and bear the sin-mark on thy brow, Facing the waves, oarless and rudderless; And bind the boat chain thrice around thy feet, And fling the key with strength into the main, Far as thou canst: and wheresoe'er the breath Of God shall waft thee, there till death abide Working the Will Divine." Then spake that chief, "I, that commanded others, can obey; Such lore alone is mine: but for this man That sinned my sin, ...
— The Legends of Saint Patrick • Aubrey de Vere
... patterne, wheresoe'er it be, Whether in earth laid up in secret store, Or else in heav'n, that no man may it see With sinful eyes, for feare it to ...
— A Theodicy, or, Vindication of the Divine Glory • Albert Taylor Bledsoe
... deep wi' thee, laddie, Will I, will I, Sail the sounding sea, laddie, Will I, will I, Wheresoe'er thy feet delay, Drenched in rain or golden spray, To the end of life's long day, I will love thee as I say, ...
— Soldier Songs and Love Songs • A.H. Laidlaw
... move, before them Swarms the stinging fly, the Ahmo, Swarms the bee, the honey-maker: Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath them Springs a flower unknown among us, Springs the 'White man's foot' ...
— The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare • Henry Nicholson Ellacombe
... garbage floats, the greedy pike ye see; And wheresoe'er such lord is found, such ...
— The Story of the Upper Canada Rebellion, Volume 1 • John Charles Dent
... And wheresoe'er through the wondrous space My soul wings its noiseless flight, On their astral rounds Float divinest sounds, Unseen, save by spirit-sight, Obeying some wise, eternal law, As fixed as the ...
— Hesperus - and Other Poems and Lyrics • Charles Sangster
... that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track,— That, wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. IV, No. 22, Aug., 1859 • Various
... eyes from meaner love have kept my heart, Content one single image to retain, And censure but the medium wild and vain, If ill my words their honey'd sense impart; These are those beauteous eyes which never fail To prove Love's conquest, wheresoe'er they shine, Although my breast hath oftenest felt their fire; These are those beauteous eyes which still assail And penetrate my soul with sparks divine, So that of ...
— The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch • Petrarch
... and quaked, and heard the wind Wail round the house like a mad thing confined, And had no rest; turn wheresoe'er I would This urgent lover stormed my solitude And beat against ...
— Helen Redeemed and Other Poems • Maurice Hewlett
... the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go. ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... Marshaled once more at Freedom's call, They came to conquer or to fall, Where he who conquered, he who fell, Was deemed a dead or living Tell! Such virtue had that patriot breathed, So to the soil his soul bequeathed, That wheresoe'er his arrows flew Heroes in his own likeness grew, And warriors sprang from every sod Which his awakening ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7 • Charles H. Sylvester
... "For, wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise; Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread ...
— Music and Some Highly Musical People • James M. Trotter
... Lifts her forehead from the waters, And begins at last her workings, Now commences her creations, On the azure water-ridges, On the mighty waste before her. Where her hand she turned in water, There arose a fertile hillock; Wheresoe'er her foot she rested, There she made a hole for fishes; Where she dived beneath the waters, Fell the many deeps of ocean; Where upon her side she turned her, There the level banks have risen; Where her head was pointed landward, There appeared wide bays and inlets; When from shore she swam ...
— The Kalevala (complete) • John Martin Crawford, trans.
... were Like Countess Mountfort now, that kiss'd the knight, Across the salt sea come to fight for her: Ah! just to go about with many knights, Wherever you went, and somehow on one day, In a thick wood to catch you off your guard, Let you find, you and your some fifty friends, Nothing but arrows wheresoe'er you turn'd, Yea, and red crosses, great spears over them; And so, between a lane of my true men, To walk up pale and stern and tall, and with My arms on my surcoat, and his therewith, And then to make you kneel, O knight ...
— The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems • William Morris
... what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go. ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... was once our cabin-boy and cooked the sweets for tea; And O, we've sailed around the world with laughing little Peterkin; From nursery floor to pantry door we've roamed the mighty sea, And come to port below the stairs in distant Caribee, But wheresoe'er we sailed we took our little lubber Peterkin, Because his wide grey eyes believed much more than ours could see, And so we liked our ...
— Collected Poems - Volume One (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
... And what insurgent rage had gained, In many a mortal fray maintained! Marshaled at morn at Freedom's call, They come to conquer or to fall, Where he who conquered, he who fell, Was deemed a dead, or living Tell! Such virtue had that patriot breathed, So to the soil his soul bequeathed, That wheresoe'er his arrows flew, Heroes in his own likeness grew, And warriors sprang from every sod Which his ...
— Ten Great Events in History • James Johonnot
... kill: they can dig graves, And make the future owners dance above them, Well knowing how 'twill end. Why look you sad? 'Tis not your case; you are a man in love— At least, you say so—and should therefore feel A constant sunshine, wheresoe'er you tread, Nor think of what's beneath. But speak no more: I see a volume gathering in your eye Which you would fain have printed in my heart; But you were better cast it in the fire. Enough you've said, and I ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe |
