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More "O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... was ready, So that guns and wagons steady Could pass o'er the Danube stream, By Semlin a camp collected. That the Turks might be ejected, To their ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 10, No. 57, July, 1862 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... we all have gathered here, To celebrate this night,— Th' occasion of a victory gained O'er ...
— Silver Links • Various
... those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, Great Cibber's brazen, brainless ...
— Jack Sheppard - A Romance • William Harrison Ainsworth
... the work that's nearest, Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when you meet them, Lame dogs o'er the stiles!'" ...
— A Houseful of Girls • Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
... the plot directly on your person; But give it o'er, I did but state the case. Take Guise into your heart, and drive your friends; Let knaves in shops prescribe you how to sway, And, when they read your acts with their vile breath, Proclaim aloud, they like not this or ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Vol. 7 (of 18) - The Duke of Guise; Albion and Albanius; Don Sebastian • John Dryden
... fate of man should by imagination and sentiment have been so connected with the phenomena of nature in myths and symbols embodied in pathetic religious ceremonies was a spontaneous product. For how "Her fresh benignant look Nature changes at that lorn season when, With tresses drooping o'er her sable stole, She yearly mourns the mortal doom of man, Her noblest work! So Israel's virgins erst With annual moan upon the mountains ...
— The Destiny of the Soul - A Critical History of the Doctrine of a Future Life • William Rounseville Alger
... rocky summits—split and rent, Formed turret, dome, or battlement.— Or seemed fantastically set With cupola or minaret. Nor were these earth-born castles bare, Nor lacked they many a banner fair, For from their shivered brows displayed, Far o'er th' unfathomable glade, All twinkling with the dew-drop sheen, The brier-rose fell, in streamers green,— And creeping shrubs of thousand dyes Waved in the west wind's ...
— Modern Painters Volume II (of V) • John Ruskin
... fear-chill gathered o'er me, Like a shroud around me cast, As I sank upon the snow-drift Where ...
— Locusts and Wild Honey • John Burroughs
... our war of mocking words, and yet Behold, with tears my eyes are wet; I feel a nameless sadness o'er ...
— Memories • Max Muller
... fades the summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave ...
— The Empire of Austria; Its Rise and Present Power • John S. C. Abbott
... made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright, Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou ...
— Types of Children's Literature • Edited by Walter Barnes
... spire, The morn's descending fire In thousand sparkles o'er the city fell: Life's rising murmur drowned The Neva where he wound Between his isles: he ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 80, June, 1864 • Various
... like the Fox shall grieve, Whose Mate hath left her Side, Whom Hounds from Morn to Eve, Chase o'er the Country wide. Where can my Lover hide? Where cheat the wary Pack? If Love be not his Guide, He never ...
— The Beggar's Opera - to which is prefixed the Musick to each Song • John Gay
... a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till—'tis gone—and all ...
— The Violin - Its Famous Makers and Their Imitators • George Hart
... "Yes, we're busy night and day, As o'er the earth we take our way. We are bearers of the rain To the grasses, and flowers, and grain; We guard you from the sun's bright rays, In the ...
— McGuffey's Second Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... into the ear; if forced from thence, through the nostril, then in at the toe, or any other part; in short, he laboured apparently in his dream for years, but without success. And then the "change came o'er the spirit of his dream;" but still there was analogy, for he was now trying to press his suit, which was now a liquid in a vial, into the widow Vandersloosh, but in vain. He administered it again and again, ...
— Snarleyyow • Captain Frederick Marryat
... lover and his lass With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding, Sweet lovers love ...
— A Mating in the Wilds • Ottwell Binns
... looked at Spring, who had flung himself down to take advantage of the halt, hanging out his tongue, and panting spasmodically. "A noble beast," he said, "of the Windsor breed, is't not?" Then laying his hand on the graceful head, "Poor old hound, thou art o'er travelled. He is aged for such a journey, if you came from the Forest since morn. Twelve years at the least, I should ...
— The Armourer's Prentices • Charlotte Mary Yonge
... a flag the breeze has kissed; Through ages long the morning sun Has risen o'er the early mist The flags of men to look upon. And some were red against the sky, And some with colors true were gay, And some in shame were born to die, For Flags of hate must pass away. Such symbols fall as men depart, Brief is the reign of arrant might; The vicious and the vile at heart ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... quality which as much as, if not more than, any other multiplies good results in practical life. It enables men to see what is good; it gives them intellect enough for sufficient perception; but it does not make men all intellect; it does not' sickly them o'er with the pale cast of thought;' it enables them to do the good things they see to be good, as well as to see that they are good. And it is plain that a government by popular discussion tends to produce this quality. ...
— Physics and Politics, or, Thoughts on the application of the principles of "natural selection" and "inheritance" to political society • Walter Bagehot
... the bards, Swift years flying o'er them; Shun the strife of open life, Tumults of the forum; They, to sing some deathless thing, Lest the world ignore them, Die the death, expend their breath, Drowned ...
— Wine, Women, and Song - Mediaeval Latin Students' songs; Now first translated into English verse • Various
... keeper of the South Lodge, sweeping the gravel path, his head bent over his task. Cornelia's naughty eyes sent out a flash of delight. She cleared her throat in a deliberate "hem," cleared it again, and coughed in conclusion. Morris leant on his broom, surveyed the landscape o'er, and visibly reeled at the sight of such barefaced trespassing. The broom was hoisted against a tree, while he himself mounted the sloping path, shading his eyes from the sun. At the first glance he had recognised the "'Merican young ...
— Flaming June • Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
... mists I tower And see my cities gleam by slope and strand, What joy have I in this transcendent dower— The strength and beauty of my sea-girt land That holds the future royally in fee! And lest some danger, undescried, should lower, From my far height I watch o'er ...
— The Mountain that was 'God' • John H. Williams
... banners o'er them float, Strange bugles sound an awful note, And all their faces and their eyes Are lit with starlight from ...
— The Great War As I Saw It • Frederick George Scott
... tree, Charged with tearful memory Of the vanished rain: From their leafy lashes wet Drip the dews of fresh regret For the lover that's gone! All else is still. But the stars are listening; And low o'er the wooded hill Hangs, upon listless wing Outspread, a shape of damp, blue cloud, Watching, like a bird of evil That knows no mercy nor reprieval, The slow and silent death ...
— Rose and Roof-Tree - Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... love the power of thought stowed, To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mercy ...
— Parker's Second Reader • Richard G. Parker
... time to half finish my eating Ere Merdle is done; such a fidget is then, He'd starve me I think rather 'n miss of a meeting Where brokers preside o'er the fate of the stocks, As Pales presided o'er ...
— Nothing to Eat • Horatio Alger [supposed]
... you a Fairy Tale that's new: How the merry Elves o'er the ocean flew From the Emerald isle to this far-off shore, As they were wont in the days of yore; And played their pranks one moonlit night, Where the zephyrs ...
— Poems • Sam G. Goodrich
... angel legions Watch and ward o'er thee to keep; Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert wilds ...
— Short Stories for English Courses • Various (Rosa M. R. Mikels ed.)
... from Argive land Put forth to bear the martial band, That with a spirit stern and strong Went out to right the kingdom's wrong— Pealed, as they went, the battle-song, Wild as the vultures' cry; When o'er the eyrie, soaring high, In wild bereaved agony, Around, around, in airy rings, They wheel with oarage of their wings, But not the eyas-brood behold, That called them to the nest of old; But let Apollo from the sky, Or Pan, or Zeus, but hear the cry, The exile cry, ...
— The House of Atreus • AEschylus
... force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at ...
— Miscellaneous Papers • Charles Dickens
... Psalter mourneth with them O'er the carvings and the grace, Which axe and hammer ruin In the fair and holy place." ...
— Under the Storm - Steadfast's Charge • Charlotte M. Yonge
... should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile—though I shall not be near thee; Sing—though I shall never ...
— Vera Nevill - Poor Wisdom's Chance • Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron
... are not the less liable or addicted to very small, and very mean, and sometimes very rascally acts, but they are always fortunate in having any amount of panegyric graven on marble slabs, shafts and pillars, o'er their dust, and eulogistic and profound histories written in memories of the deeds of renown and glory they have executed. An American 74-gun ship would hardly float the mountains of tomes written upon Bonaparte and his brilliant career, ...
— The Humors of Falconbridge - A Collection of Humorous and Every Day Scenes • Jonathan F. Kelley
... transitory life are in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity!" And still less able are we to realize the countless answers to our feeble prayers already winging their way to every portion of the inhabited globe; o'er moor and fen, o'er lake and sea and prairie, in the crowded town and in the vast wilderness. Was it in blessed England, where the sun has long past the meridian; while here in the far North-West, there are but the first faint tints of early dawn:—was it in England, or in ...
— Owindia • Charlotte Selina Bompas
... includes also His presence with those [5] whose hearts unite in the purposes of goodness. Of this we may be sure: that thoughts winged with peace and love breathe a silent benediction over all the earth, co- operate with the divine power, and brood unconsciously o'er the work of His ...
— Miscellaneous Writings, 1883-1896 • Mary Baker Eddy
... marriage had Mrs. Uhler spent so troubled an evening as that one proved to be. A dozen times she rallied herself—a dozen times she appealed to her independence and individuality as a woman, against the o'er-shadowing concern about her husband, which came gradually stealing upon her mind. And with this uncomfortable feeling were some intruding and unwelcome thoughts, that in no ...
— Home Lights and Shadows • T. S. Arthur
... Knighthood; That never bent his stubborn knee To any thing but Chivalry; Nor put up blow, but that which laid Right worshipful on shoulder-blade; 20 Chief of domestic knights and errant, Either for cartel or for warrant; Great on the bench, great in the saddle, That could as well bind o'er, as swaddle; Mighty he was at both of these, 25 And styl'd of war, as well as peace. (So some rats, of amphibious nature, Are either for the land or water). But here our authors make a doubt Whether he were more wise, or stout: 30 Some hold the one, and some the other; But howsoe'er ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler
... musical box. After placing it tenderly upon the coffee-table, he bent down and set it going. There was a click, a slight buzzing, and then upon Mrs. Armine's enraptured ears there fell the strains of an old air from a forgotten opera of Auber's, "Come o'er ...
— Bella Donna - A Novel • Robert Hichens
... and trailing mist Bright'ning o'er us hover; Airs stir the brake, the rushes shake— And ...
— Story-Lives of Great Musicians • Francis Jameson Rowbotham
... is that we go right off an' buy two thumpin' sticks—yaller ones, wi' big heads like Jack the Giant Killer—get 'em for sixpence apiece. A heavy expense, no doubt, but worth goin' in for, for the sake of Eve Mooney. And when, in the words o' the old song, the shades of evenin' is closin' o'er us, we'll surround the house of Eve, and 'wait till the brute ...
— The Lively Poll - A Tale of the North Sea • R.M. Ballantyne
... lessening sand from hour-glass fall; Or 'neath my window view the wistful train Of dripping poultry, whom the vine's broad leaves Shelter no more. Mute is the mournful plain. Silent the swallow sits beneath the thatch, And vacant hind hangs pensive o'er his hatch, Counting the frequent drip from ...
— Devon, Its Moorlands, Streams and Coasts • Rosalind Northcote
... sweet slumber's Mistland gold and gray, While o'er the hilltops shimmering spirits lead Our ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 22. October, 1878. • Various
... bending o'er the ragged bier, The soldier drops the mournful tear, For life departed, valour driven, Fresh from the field of ...
— Neville Trueman the Pioneer Preacher • William Henry Withrow
... wilt thou go for evermore, When fierce Achilles, on the blood-stained shore, Heaps countless victims o'er Patroclus' grave? When then thy hapless orphan boy will rear, Teach him to praise the gods and hurl the spear, When thou art swallow'd up in ...
— The Works of Frederich Schiller in English • Frederich Schiller
... Tho' it's as puzzling as the "Babe of Ginx." The iron thing which wounds yet sheds no blood; That rules the earth, and gives man wealth and food; On which each year the Khan doth place his hand, To typify his reign o'er China's land; In short, the instrument your riddle mentions Is one of mankind's earliest inventions. If I mistake not, Hm—ha—Let me see! "The plough" is meant by Riddle ...
— Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx • Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
... steed, I there my ceaseless journey speed O'er mountain, wood, and stream: And oft within a little day 'Mid comets fierce 'tis mine to stray, And wander o'er the Milky-way To ...
— The Sylphs of the Season with Other Poems • Washington Allston
... all too narrow and too courtly there; In sight of that old pageantry of power We were, in truth, the children of the past, Scarce knowing our own time: but here, we stand In nature's palaces, and we are men;— Here, grandeur hath no younger dome than this; And now, the strength which brought us o'er the deep, Hath grown to manhood with its nurture here,— Now that they heap on us abuses, that Had crimsoned the first William's cheek, to name,— We're ready now—for our ...
— The Bride of Fort Edward • Delia Bacon
... elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landskip round it measures: Russet lawns, and fallows grey, Where ...
— L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas • John Milton
... free from the halliard, to hang for a wisp on the Horn; I have chased it north to the Lizard—ribboned and rolled and torn; I have spread its fold o'er the dying, adrift in a hopeless sea; I have hurled it swift on the slaver, and seen ...
— Kipling Stories and Poems Every Child Should Know, Book II • Rudyard Kipling
... deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the ...
— Teachers' Outlines for Studies in English - Based on the Requirements for Admission to College • Gilbert Sykes Blakely
... and cold We'd roved o'er many a hill and many a dale, Through many a wood and many an open ground, In sunshine and in shade, in wet and fair, Thoughtful or blithe of heart as might befall Our best companions, now the driving winds, And now the trotting brooks and whispering trees, And now the music of our own quick ...
— Diary of a Pedestrian in Cashmere and Thibet • by William Henry Knight
... contrive, To save appearances, to gird the sphere With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er Cycle and ...
— The Age of the Reformation • Preserved Smith
... Fool's every minute born, you say; Yes, but where speeds the Fool of Yesterday? Beneath the Road he sleeps, the Autos roar Close o'er his head, but can not thrill ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume III. (of X.) • Various
... and more, Like some sweet influence stealing o'er The passive town; and for a while Each tussuck makes a tiny isle, Where, on some friendly Ararat, Resteth the ...
— Excursions • Henry D. Thoreau
... the pleasant foliage of a tree 'tis sweet to rest, while the nightingale sings her plaintive song; sweeter still, to sport in the grass with a fair maiden.... O, to what changeful moods is the heart of the lover prone! As the vessel that wanders o'er the waves without an anchor, so doth Love's uncertain warfare toss 'twixt ...
— The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and - Modern Times • Alfred Biese
... out of their vision in a flash Artemis rapt me, leaving in my place A deer to bleed; and on through a great space Of shining sky upbore and in this town Of Tauris the Unfriended set me down; Where o'er a savage people savagely King Thoas rules. This is her sanctuary And I her priestess. Therefore, by the rite Of worship here, wherein she hath delight— Though fair in naught but name. ... But Artemis Is near; I speak no further. Mine it is ...
— The Iphigenia in Tauris • Euripides
... Spreadeth a cloak o'er his mighty shield, Shaketh an oak he hath plucked from ground, Red was the woe the red ...
— Heroic Romances of Ireland Volumes 1 and 2 Combined • A. H. Leahy
... up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to ...
— How To Study and Teaching How To Study • F. M. McMurry
... proclaiming a coming reality. We may continue, therefore, to indulge the hope of the coming "parliament of man, the federation of the world," or even the older and wider prophecy of Burns, that, "It's coming yet for a' that, when man to man the world o'er, shall brithers be for ...
— James Watt • Andrew Carnegie
... congratulation or regret, A pensive feeling! It spread far and wide; The trees, the mountains shared it, and the brooks, The stars of heaven, now seen in their old haunts— White Sirius glittering o'er the southern crags, Orion with his belt, and those fair Seven, Acquaintances of every little child, And Jupiter, my own beloved star! Whatever shadings of mortality, Whatever imports from the world of death Had come among these objects heretofore, ...
— The International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 7 - Of Literature, Art, and Science, August 12, 1850 • Various
... is red, 't is red, as red as his; Man's blood is ever red; 'T was thus his side was crimsoned o'er When they told me he ...
— The Truce of God - A Tale of the Eleventh Century • George Henry Miles
... now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape, He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape. 'Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough, One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.' And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark, That flowing ...
— The Man from Snowy River • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson
... his property, Warrens and all, to a Lunnon Charity, and that's how the Warrens come to be Charity Land; though, as for the stables, Mr. Lammeter never uses 'em—they're out o' all charicter—lor bless you! if you was to set the doors a-banging in 'em, it 'ud sound like thunder half o'er ...
— Silas Marner - The Weaver of Raveloe • George Eliot
... Verdun point to Metz From the plated parapets; Guns of Metz grin back again O'er the fields ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 2nd, 1914 • Various
... boded! And buttercups grew on each inch of ground, No room for a pin could between be found, They gathered, and gathered, you may be bound, Till pinafores all were loaded! The bright little Fairy said, "Isn't it grand To rule o'er ...
— Golden Moments - Bright Stories for Young Folks • Anonymous
... longing to-night to hear her hymn, her sweet "Abide with me," As she sang it, leaning upon my breast the night I put out to sea. I know it was only she I loved, and thought of that eventide; But now I can fully endorse the draft, "O Lord with me abide," And spite of the heavy clouds that hang o'er my life path near and far, I own with Vera that "Christ's love stands at each end of the mystic bar," And so much of the desert life has been travelled by night and day, That the shores of the summer land are ...
— Victor Roy, A Masonic Poem • Harriet Annie Wilkins
... juveniles, not half so blest as I, do from the seat regard the festive scene o'er yon park palings. They are there, even Franko and Fred. I 'm afraid I promised to get them in at a later period of the day. Which sadly sore my conscience doth disturb! But what is to be done ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... the golden prime of Anne! When you ambassador had been, And brought o'er sea the King again, Beatrix Esmond in his train, Ah, happy bard to hold her fan, And happy land with ...
— New Collected Rhymes • Andrew Lang
... of that wild resounding clang Came hooting o'er the margin of the dusky moors that hang Like palls of inky darkness where the hoarse, weird raven calls, And the bhang-drunk Hindoo staggers on ...
— Elbow-Room - A Novel Without a Plot • Charles Heber Clark (AKA Max Adeler)
... archangel Uriel, one of the seven Who in God's presence, nearest to his throne, Stand ready at his command, and are his eyes. That run through all the heavens, or down to the earth, Bear his swift errands over moist and dry, O'er sea and land.'" ...
— Say and Seal, Volume I • Susan Warner
... fly with thee! We'd make on joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions ...
— The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson - Volume 1 • Robert Louis Stevenson
... crevice the bright holly grows; The ivy waves fresh o'er the withering rose, And the ever-green love of a virtuous wife Soothes the roughness of care, cheers the ...
— The Life of Thomas Telford by Smiles • Samuel Smiles
... there, I know, but his idees gets sifted through that crop of red alfalfa he wears, whilest I present a clean proposition to any idee that comes boundin' o'er the lee, or to wind'ard, or any direction she chooses to bound. Yessir; when I begin to feel that life ain't worth livin' give me an enemy or ...
— Mr. Scraggs • Henry Wallace Phillips
... roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gathered while freshly they shone, And a dew was distilled from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of ...
— We and the World, Part II. (of II.) - A Book for Boys • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... heart of all thy time save one, Star seen for love's sake nearest to the sun, Hung lamplike o'er a dense and doleful city, Not Shakespeare's very spirit, howe'er more great, Than thine toward man was more compassionate, Nor gave Christ praise from lips more ...
— Sonnets, and Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650) • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... ugly shape has blacked the Western plains; It brought relief to border towns all soaked with tropic rains; The sight of you, at column's head, made redskins turn and flee,— O'er barren land you've led the van that fights for Liberty. The Filipino knows you; his protection you have meant, And the wily Pancho Villa never dared to try and dent The contour of your homely crown or chip ...
— The Stars & Stripes, Vol 1, No 1, February 8, 1918, - The American Soldiers' Newspaper of World War I, 1918-1919 • American Expeditionary Forces
... kisses, Lesbia, miss, you ask would be enough for me? I cannot sum the total number; nay, that were too tough for me. The sands that o'er Cyrene's shore lie sweetly odoriferous, The stars that sprent the firmament when overly stelliferous— Come, Lezzy, please add all of these, until the whole amount of 'em Will sorely vex the rubbernecks attempting to keep count ...
— Tobogganing On Parnassus • Franklin P. Adams
... feet a winged Vision came, Whose date should have been longer than a day, And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame, And in thy sight its fading plumes display; 20 The watery bow burned in the evening flame. But the shower fell, the swift Sun went his way— And that is dead.—O, let me not believe That anything of ...
— The Witch of Atlas • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... stood beside the open sea; The ships went sailing by; The wind blew softly o'er the lea; ...
— How to Live a Holy Life • C. E. Orr
... cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred ...
— The Crucifixion of Philip Strong • Charles M. Sheldon
... brag until in the face they are black That over oceans they hold their sway, Of the flag of Old England, the Union Jack, About which I have something to say. 'Tis said that it floats o'er the free; but it waves Over thousands of hard-worked, ill-paid British slaves, Who are driven to pauper and suicide graves— The starving poor of ...
— British Socialism - An Examination of Its Doctrines, Policy, Aims and Practical Proposals • J. Ellis Barker
... pleased to find I had been cultivating the bugs and furnishing them with free lodgings. I went home and tried all the remedies in succession. I could hardly decide which agreed best with the structure and habits of the bugs, but they throve on all. Then I tried them all at once and all o'er with a mighty uproar. Presently the bugs went away. I am not sure that they wouldn't have gone just as soon, if I had let them alone. After they were gone, the vines scrambled out and put forth some beautiful, deep golden blossoms. When they fell off, that was the end of them. Not a squash,—not ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 55, May, 1862 • Various
... line" Though worthy of a darling of the Nine, Has—in quotation—many a reader riled. Like SHAKSPEARE's "wood-notes wild," And POPE's "lisped numbers," it becomes a bore When hackneyed o'er and o'er By every petty scribe and criticaster. Yet we must own you master Of the magnificent and magniloquent. And modern playwrights might be well content Were they but dowered with passion, fancy, wit, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 101, September 26, 1891 • Various
... my eyelids, and imagination, taking up the thread of thought, shot its swift shuttle back across the ages, weaving a picture on their blackness so real and vivid in its details that I could almost for a moment think that I had triumphed o'er the Past, and that my spirit's eyes had pierced the mystery ...
— She • H. Rider Haggard
... summer sigh, Softly o'er us stealing. Love comes and we wonder why To its shrine we're kneeling. Love comes as the ...
— Blow The Man Down - A Romance Of The Coast - 1916 • Holman Day
... winged his alabaster flight Neath the full beams of the mistaken sun O'er gazing crowds, till at th' unwonted sight Some unexpected sportsman with a gun Brought down the bird, all fluff, mid sounding cheers: Mourn, maidens, mourn, and wipe ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, March 18, 1914 • Various
... sleep enjoys the curate in his desk, The tedious rector drawling o'er his head; And ...
— The Parish Clerk (1907) • Peter Hampson Ditchfield
... the plague-sore grew [Ep. 6. Two darkling decades through, And rankled in the festering flesh of time,— Where darkness binds and frees The wildest of wild seas In fierce mutations of the unslumbering clime, There, sleepless too, o'er shuddering wrong One hand appointed shook the reddening ...
— Songs of the Springtides and Birthday Ode - Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles - Swinburne—Vol. III • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... truth—fair Hope or ghastly Fear? God knoweth, and not I. Only, o'er both, Love holds her torch aloft, ...
— It Might Have Been - The Story of the Gunpowder Plot • Emily Sarah Holt
... such marvels been, Clearer than these abodes of outland men, Can see above the green and unburnt fen The little houses of an English town, Cross-timbered, thatched with fen-reeds coarse and brown, And high o'er these, three gables, great and fair, That slender rods of columns do upbear Over the minster doors, and imagery Of kings, and flowers no summer field doth see, Wrought in these gables.—Yea I heard withal, In the fresh morning air, the ...
— The Cathedral Church of Peterborough - A Description Of Its Fabric And A Brief History Of The Episcopal See • W.D. Sweeting
... of the wood, Whose title undisputed stood, As o'er the wide domains he prowl'd, And in pursuit of booty growl'd, An Echo from a distant cave Regrowl'd, articulately grave: His majesty, surprised, began To think at first it was a man; But on reflection sage, he found It was too like a lion's sound. "Whose ...
— Aesop, in Rhyme - Old Friends in a New Dress • Marmaduke Park
... darkesse all yclad, He hied him, gif he weren mad, O'er feld and eke through thicket; When 'Stop, by God!' some one began, 'You'er mine—'or any other man!'' Jesu! ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. V, May, 1862 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... to escape his garrulous acquaintance, and had heard enough of his sombre annals. He walked out, and wandered far—o'er moor and fen, o'er hill and valley, by many an unforgotten path, he wandered—past his boyhood's school, where he heard again the laughing shout that seemed scarcely to have died away ...
— St. Cuthbert's • Robert E. Knowles
... o'er the sea his curse from the covered deck, My brother, the mine, lies sullen-dumb, agape for the dreadnought's wreck, I glide on the breath of my mother, Death, and my goal is my ...
— New York Times Current History: The European War, Vol 2, No. 1, April, 1915 - April-September, 1915 • Various
... dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green ...
— A Day with Keats • May (Clarissa Gillington) Byron
... shining wings, this depth of air, Bear me aloft above the bending shores Where men abide, and far the welkin's strength Over the multitudes conveys me, then With rushing whir and clear melodious sound My raiment sings. And like a wandering spirit I float unweariedly o'er flood and field. (Brougham's version, in Transl. ...
— English Literature - Its History and Its Significance for the Life of the English Speaking World • William J. Long
... there are amatory explanations of all kinds. When he fails to keep an appointment with a lady on account of the rain—for there were no umbrellas in those days—he likens himself to Leander, wistful on the Sestian shore. He is not always very discreet; Damon's thoughts when "Night's black Curtain o'er the World was spread" were very innocent, but such as we have decided nowadays to say nothing about. It was the fashion of the time to be outspoken. There is no value, however, in the verse, except that it is graphic now and then. The letters ...
— Gossip in a Library • Edmund Gosse
... then. 'Tis twice three years since that great man (Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) Made me the captive of his arm in fight. He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, While I with pious rage pursu'd revenge. I then was young; he plac'd me near his person, And thought me not dishonour'd by his service. One day (may that returning day be night, The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) For something, or for nothing, in his pride He struck ...
— The Revenge - A Tragedy • Edward Young
... tread on the Saxon's heel, And the stranger shall rule o'er England's weal; Through castle and hall, by night or by day The stranger shall thrive for ever and aye; But in Rached, above the rest, ...
— Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2) • John Roby
... night when in a youthful dream, I saw a moonlit sea, And sailing o'er its dark expanse, A ...
— How to Eat - A Cure for "Nerves" • Thomas Clark Hinkle
... fit it should; Nor would the times now bear it, were it true. All southern, from yon hills, the Roman camp Hangs o'er us black and threatening like a storm Just breaking on ...
— All for Love • John Dryden
... nullah and ditch, o'er hedge, fence, or bank, No matter, he'd clear it, aye in the front rank; A brave little hunter as ever was born Was my grand Arab fav'rite, ...
— Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier - Twelve Years Sporting Reminiscences of an Indigo Planter • James Inglis
... first hope to gentle mind! As Eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping; And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind, O'er willowy meads, and shadow'd waters creeping, And Ceres' golden field;—the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays ...
— More Pages from a Journal • Mark Rutherford
... moment by thy doors, And found them guarded by a troop of villains; The sons of public rapine were destroying. They told me, by the sentence of the law, They had commission to seize all thy fortune: Nay more, Priuli's cruel hand had sign'd it. Here stood a ruffian with a horrid face, Lording it o'er a pile of massy plate, Tumbled into a heap for public sale; There was another, making villanous jests At thy undoing: he had ta'en possession Of all thy ancient, most domestic, ornaments, Rich hangings ...
— Venice Preserved - A Tragedy • Thomas Otway
... loyal sons by thee shall stand, Thy highest purpose to uphold; Proclaim the word, o'er all the land, That truth more ...
— A Backward Glance at Eighty • Charles A. Murdock
... Furrowing, flashing, Red blood rushing o'er brown breast; Peaks, and ridges, and domes, dashing Foam on foam, and crest ...
— Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse • Richard Doddridge Blackmore
... us unafraid, Some strange enchantment doth the forest hold— Was that a sungleam, or a wand of gold By tricksy Puck or wanton Ariel swayed? Old oaks and beeches open wide their doors And hamadryads veiled in golden sheen Floating diaphanous o'er robes of green Walk with still feet ...
— The Path of Dreams - Poems • Leigh Gordon Giltner
... awesome den, His cane poised o'er me palely bending, A lozenge deftly swallowed then Had eased the smart ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 158, June 2, 1920 • Various
... They should Guard their Good folk Gainst every comer, Their Home and their Hoard. The Hated foe cringed to them, The Scottish Sailors, and the Northern Shipmen; Fated they Fell. The Field lay gory With Swordsmen's blood Since the Sun rose On Morning tide a Mighty globe, To Glide o'er the Ground, God's candle bright, The endless Lord's taper, till the great Light Sank to its Setting. There Soldiers lay, Warriors Wounded, Northern Wights, Shot over Shields; and so Scotsmen eke, Wearied with War. The West Saxon onwards, The Live-Long ...
— Early Britain - Anglo-Saxon Britain • Grant Allen
... young minister, "we need often to kedge home, to warp over the bars of life, and Hope, in ever so little an anchor, helps a little, if we do not lose the line. Little hopes are often better than great ones, for o'er-great hopes swamp little vessels. Even hope must be artfully shaped and skilfully dropped to take hold of the unseen bottoms of opportunity. All of us have entertained burdensome hopes, heavy anchors, ...
— The Entailed Hat - Or, Patty Cannon's Times • George Alfred Townsend
... to-day with bended head, My task undone, my garden overspread With baneful weeds. Am I the lord thereof? Or mine own slave, without the power to doff My misery's badge? Am I so weak withal, That I must loiter, though the bugle's call Shrills o'er the moor, the far-off weltering moor, Where foemen meet to vanquish or ...
— A Lover's Litanies • Eric Mackay
... saw thee last, We both of us were younger; How fondly mumbling o'er the past Is Memory's ...
— Mark Twain, A Biography, 1835-1910, Complete - The Personal And Literary Life Of Samuel Langhorne Clemens • Albert Bigelow Paine
... Saoshyants, Saviors, Chant, and at the chanting of it I shall rule over my creatures, I who am Ahura Mazda. Not shall Ahriman have power, Anra Mainyu, o'er my creatures, He (the fiend) of foul religion. In the earth shall Ahriman hide, In the earth the demons hide. Up the dead again shall rise, And within their lifeless bodies Incorporate ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 3 • Various
... your speech is o'er, be careful if you can That none may hint—a horrid charge—that you're a Party Man: So speak for this and speak for that as blithely as you may, But keep your mental balance true, and Vote the ...
— The Casual Ward - academic and other oddments • A. D. Godley
... from Sogn My tarred ship sooty-sided, When maids sat o'er the mead-horn Amidst of Baldur's Meadows; Now while the storm is wailing Farewell I bid you maidens, Still shall ye love us, sweet ones, Though Ellidi ...
— The Story Of Frithiof The Bold - 1875 • Anonymous
... Swift o'er the plain rode our warriors brave To meet the gay voyageurs come from the sea. Out came the bold band that had pillaged our land, And we taught them the plain is the ...
— Lords of the North • A. C. Laut
... the lover of children, the teller of tales, Giver of counsels and dreams, a wonder, a world's delight, Looks o'er the labours of men in the plain and the hills; and the sails Pass and repass on the sea that he loved, in the day and ...
— The Life of Robert Louis Stevenson for Boys and Girls • Jacqueline M. Overton
... or river, dyke or ditch, Water never drowns the witch. Witch or wizard would ye know? Sink or swim, is ay or no. Lift her, swing her, once and twice, Lift her, swing her o'er the brim,— Lille—lera—twice and thrice Ha! ha! mother, ...
— The Last Of The Barons, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... come, I come! ye have called me long; I come o'er the mountains, with light and song. Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as ...
— Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories - The Young Folks Treasury, Volume 1 • Various
... dear sake I bear A doom so dreadful, so severe, May happy fates thy footsteps guide And o'er thy peaceful home preside. Nor let Eliza's early tomb Infect thee ...
— Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, Complete • Charles M. Skinner
... not Tweed alone, that breeze— For far upon Northumbrian seas It freshly blew, and strong; Where from high Whitby's cloistered pile, Bound to St. Cuthbert's holy isle, It bore a bark along. Upon the gale she stooped her side, And bounded o'er the swelling tide As she were dancing home. The merry seamen laughed to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the ...
— The Harbours of England • John Ruskin
... COLD? Of course it's cold! Might have been standing in a morgue. Take that down and have some fresh coffee sent up. Servants running o'er each other and yet I can't get a—Go on, Jack! I didn't mean to interrupt, but I'll clean the whole lot of 'em out of here if I ...
— Peter - A Novel of Which He is Not the Hero • F. Hopkinson Smith
... shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit[22] hies To his confine. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will ...
— Hamlet • William Shakespeare
... the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on Evening's forehead o'er the earth, And add each night a lustre till afar An eight-fold splendor shine above thy hearth. Clash, Israel, the cymbals, touch the lyre, Blow the brass trumpet and the harsh-tongued horn; Chant psalms of victory till the heart take fire, ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... delight— A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. X. • Kuno Francke
... in the power of the geomancer to counteract evil influences by good ones, to transform straight and noxious outlines into undulating and propitious curves, rescue whole districts from the devastations of flood or pestilence, and "scatter plenty o'er a smiling land" which might otherwise have known the blight of poverty and the pangs of want. To perform such miracles it is merely necessary to build pagodas at certain spots and of the proper height, to pile up a heap of stones, or round off the peak of some hill to which nature's ...
— Chinese Sketches • Herbert A. Giles
... hovers o'er the web the while, Reads, as it grows, thy figured story there; Now she explains the texture with a smile, And now the woof ...
— Wyandotte • James Fenimore Cooper
... zeal And from the sanctity of elder times Not deviating;—a priest, the like of whom If multiplied, and in their stations set, Would o'er the bosom of a joyful land Spread true religion, and her genuine fruits." The ...
— All Saints' Day and Other Sermons • Charles Kingsley
... from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow ...
— Highways & Byways in Sussex • E.V. Lucas
... flows; But when loud Surges lash the sounding Shore, The hoarse rough Verse shou'd like the Torrent roar. When Ajax strives some Rocks vast Weight to throw, The Line too labours, and the Words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the Plain, Flies o'er th' unbending Corn, and skims ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... went on (still sipping, I am sorry to say), 'ere I was a king, I needed not this intoxicating draught; once I detested the hot brandy wine, and quaffed no other fount but nature's rill. It dashes not more quickly o'er the rocks than I did, as, with blunderbuss in hand, I brushed away the early morning dew, and shot the partridge, snipe, or antlered deer! Ah! well may England's dramatist remark, "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown!" Why did I steal my nephew's, my young Giglio's—? Steal! said I? no, ...
— The Rose and the Ring • William Makepeace Thackeray
... is but an arbitrary high-handed act of classification that turns a deaf ear to everything not robust enough to hold its own; nevertheless even the most scrupulous of philosophers pockets his consistency at a pinch, and refuses to let the native hue of resolution be sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, nor yet fobbed by the rusty curb of logic. He is right, for assuredly the poor intellectual abuses of the time want countenancing now as much as ever, but so far as he countenances them, he should bear in mind that ...
— Luck or Cunning? • Samuel Butler
... ray, Some, too early mown, doth lay; Some in graceful shocks doth stand Nodding farewell to the land That did give it life and birth; Some is borne, with shout and mirth, Drooping o'er the groaning wain. Through the deep embowered lane; And the happy cottaged poor, Hail it, as it glooms their door, With a glad, unselfish cry, Though they'll buy ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, - Issue 268, August 11, 1827 • Various
... when with much pleasure You've read them all o'er, Then hasten to Rusher's, He's printing ...
— Banbury Chap Books - And Nursery Toy Book Literature • Edwin Pearson
... the snow-flakes, Solemn snow-flakes! How they whiten, melt and die. In what cold and shroud-like masses O'er the buried earth they lie. Lie as though the frozen plain Ne'er would bloom with flowers again. Surely nothing do I know, Half so solemn as the snow, Half so solemn, solemn, solemn, ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... their unearthly speed; they stop and fold Their wings of braided air: The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car Gazed on the slumbering maid. Human eye hath ne'er beheld 70 A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful, As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep Waving a starry wand, Hung like a mist of light. Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds 75 Of wakening spring arose, Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky. Maiden, the world's supremest spirit Beneath the shadow of her wings Folds all ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... so studious of fitness of language as Tennyson would hardly, I suspect, have thrown off such words on such an occasion haphazard. If the analogy is to be inexorably criticised, may it not be urged that, having in his mind not the mere passage 'o'er life's solemn main,' which we all are taking, with or without reflection, but the near approach to an unexplored ocean beyond it, he was mentally assigning to the pilot in whom his confidence was fast the ...
— Adventures in Criticism • Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... got the money. He rode the horse up the valley to Colonel Wagner's station, and when he returned bragged considerably over his good luck; but about dark Conway interviewed him on the subject, when a change came o'er the spirit of his dream. Colonel Sullivan tells me the officers now talk to Rupp about the fine points of his horse, ask to borrow him, and desire to know when ...
— The Citizen-Soldier - or, Memoirs of a Volunteer • John Beatty
... manse into the clachan to bid him farewell, and I met him just coming from his mother's door, as blithe as a bee, in his sailor's dress, with a stick, and a bundle tied in a Barcelona silk handkerchief hanging o'er his shoulder, and his two little brothers were with him, and his sisters, Kate and Effie, looking out from the door all begreeten; but his mother was in the house, praying to the Lord to protect her orphan, as she afterwards told ...
— The Annals of the Parish • John Galt
... round they dance, Wheel and hover and creep and prance, Bird, beast, blossom, all bent on the chance Of winning the pearl of boys, oh! Clinging and kissing o'er and o'er, Singing, chattering, more and more,— But oh!—who slammed the nursery door, And made such a dreadful ...
— Five Mice in a Mouse-trap - by the Man in the Moon. • Laura E. Richards
... him relieving his mind, amid anxieties about the condition of the ship, by reading Milton's Paradise Lost. "The elevation and, also, the fall of our first parents," he comments, "told with such majesty by him whose eyes lacked all of what he threw so masterly o'er the great subject, dark before and intricate—these with delight I perused, not knowing which to admire most, the poet's daring, the subject, or the success with which his bold attempt was crowned." He somewhat quaintly compares his wife with Eve: "But in thee I have more faith than Adam had when ...
— The Life of Captain Matthew Flinders • Ernest Scott
... play no more The fools or tyrants with your friends, To make us still sing o'er and o'er Our own false praises, for your ends: We have both wits and fancies too, And, if we must, let's sing ...
— Discoveries and Some Poems • Ben Jonson
... Power, Darken with doubt his glory, Burst thou the spirit-spell he weaveth o'er thee, Till earthward bowed thine heart in youth's warm hour Grow hard as sinner ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 461 - Volume 18, New Series, October 30, 1852 • Various
... happened to be amiably disposed, one murmured vaguely, and affected conviction; and if one were not, one openly jeered and scoffed! Lavender was sentimental and wrote poetry in which "pale roses died, in the garden wide, and the wind blew drear, o'er the stricken mere." She had advanced to the dignity of long skirts, and dressed her hair—badly!—in the ...
— A College Girl • Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
... wrote instantly in reply to dearest Laura's No. 1, to say with what extreme delight she should welcome her sister: how charming it would be to practise their old duets together, to wander o'er the grassy sward, and amidst the yellowing woods of Penshurst and Southborough! Blanche counted the hours till she should embrace ...
— The History of Pendennis • William Makepeace Thackeray
... scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis God's ...
— When the Holy Ghost is Come • Col. S. L. Brengle
... defeat, It blows more and more hard; There is bursting of sheet, There is splintering of yard. O'er and o'er the half-gulfed side, Flood succeeding flood is poured; Fast as they expel the tide, Faster still it rolls aboard. Now e'en Frithiof's dauntless mind Owned the triumph of his foe; Louder yet than wave and wind Thus his thundering ...
— Journeys Through Bookland V3 • Charles H. Sylvester
... pirate audacious Should o'er the waves chase us, The buccaneer slaughter, Accord him no quarter. To the guns every man, And with rum fill each can! While these pests of the seas Dangle from ...
— L'Assommoir • Emile Zola
... sleeping world once more in its breathless beauty. The earth turned over in her sleep, gasped with delight—and woke. There was a murmur and a movement everywhere. The spacious, stately life that breathes o'er ancient trees came forth from the wood without a centre; from the lines emanated that gracious, almost tender force they harvest in the spring. There was a little shiver of joy among the rose trees. The daisies blinked and stared. And ...
— The Extra Day • Algernon Blackwood
... into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair: If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem ...
— The Recreations of A Country Parson • A. K. H. Boyd
... "O'er the broad heath the bowstrings twang, While high in air the arrows sang. The iron shower drives to flight The foeman from the bloody fight. The warder of great Odin's shrine, The fair-haired son of Odin's line, Raises the voice which gives the cheer, First in the track of wolf or bear. ...
— Heimskringla - The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway • Snorri Sturluson
... swim And the other, he couldn't, too; So they had to float, While their empty boat Danced away o'er the sea so blue. ...
— The Jingle Book • Carolyn Wells
... and cold bully we chew; It is months since we've tasted a stew; And the Jack Johnsons flare through the cold wintry air, O'er my little ...
— A Labrador Doctor - The Autobiography of Wilfred Thomason Grenfell • Wilfred Thomason Grenfell
... him? Angels! tell me where: You know him; he is near you; point him out; Shall I see glories beaming from his brow? Or trace his footsteps by the rising flow'rs? Your golden wings now hov'ring o'er him shed Protection: now are wav'ring in applause To that blest son of foresight! Lord of fate! That awful independent on to-morrow! Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past; Whose yesterdays look ...
— Tales & Novels, Vol. 2 • Maria Edgeworth
... shelves—theology, history, biography, philosophy, science, travels, essays, and some old forgotten fiction; but no verse was there, except Shenstone, in a small, shabby, coverless volume. This I read and re-read until I grew sick of bright Roxana tripping o'er the green, or of gentle Delia when a tear bedews her eye to think yon playful kid must die. To my uncultivated mind—for I had never been at school, and lived in the open air with the birds and beasts—this seemed intolerably artificial; for I was like a hungry person who has nothing but ...
— Afoot in England • W.H. Hudson
... expelling Thee untimely from thy dwelling, Mystic force thou shalt retain O'er the blood and o'er ...
— The Fair Maid of Perth • Sir Walter Scott
... beat her breast, she wrung her hands Till sun and day were o'er, And through the glimmering lattice shone ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... who have helped me most in this study of human character are Shakespeare and Homer. I do not mean that in the modern world we meet Hamlet, Iago, Macbeth, and Shylock, but when we perceive "the native hue of resolution sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought," when we come in contact with the treachery of a seeming friend, with unholy ambition and insensate greed, we are better able to interpret them on the page of history from having grasped the lessons of Shakespeare ...
— Historical Essays • James Ford Rhodes
... well looked even more attractive than ever. On the port hand Ben Cruachan rose proudly amid the assemblage of craggy heights which extended to the eastward along the shores of the loch. The ruins of Ardchattan Priory, covered with luxuriant ivy, and o'er-canopied by lofty trees, soon came in ...
— The Three Commanders • W.H.G. Kingston
... rushed like a monster o'er cottage and farm, Striking their inmates with sudden alarm; And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm. There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps, To see if their poultry were free from mishaps; The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed aloud, And ...
— The Posy Ring - A Book of Verse for Children • Various
... O'er a small suburban borough Once an eagle used to fly, Making observations thorough From his station in the sky, And presenting the appearance Of an animated V, Like the gulls that lend coherence Unto paintings of ...
— Fables for the Frivolous • Guy Whitmore Carryl
... to ourselves The thing we like: and then we build it up: As chance will have it on the rock or sand— When thought grows tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs ...
— Marse Henry, Complete - An Autobiography • Henry Watterson
... man, from glass to delf, Who talk'd of nothing but himself, 'Till check'd by a vertigo; The party who beheld him "fluor'd," Bent o'er the liberated board, And ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 12, Issue 327, August 16, 1828 • Various
... the rich is long and long— The longest of hangmen's cords; But the kings and crowds are holding their breath, In a giant shadow o'er all beneath Where God stands holding the scales of Death Between the ...
— Utopia of Usurers and other Essays • G. K. Chesterton
... turn me not to view its bonds, For I will never feel them. Italy, Thy late reviving Roman soul desponds Beneath the lie this state-thing breathed o'er thee. Thy clanking chain and Erin's yet green wounds Have voices, tongues to cry aloud for me. Europe has slaves, allies, kings, armies still, And Southey lives to ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
... yonder trees, adorned with fruit and flowers, O'er which the clinging creepers interlace; The watchmen guard them with the royal powers; They seem like men whom loving wives ...
— The Little Clay Cart - Mrcchakatika • (Attributed To) King Shudraka
... crown with thee, In ancient days, the god of wine, And bid thee at the banquet be, Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er; Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... na' saved, Mary. There's o'er a thousand gone. O'er a hundred Americans—hundreds of women and little bairns, Mary—like yours—Canadian mithers and bairns going to be near their brave lads —babies, Mary." And the big fellow dropped his rough head on his arms and sobbed like ...
— The Nest Builder • Beatrice Forbes-Robertson Hale
... looked at the horses, and counted but three: 'You were always together — where's Harry?' cried he. Oh, sadly they looked at the glass as they said, 'You may put it away, for our old mate is dead;' But one, gazing out o'er the ridges afar, Said, 'We owe him a shout — leave the ...
— In the Days When the World Was Wide and Other Verses • Henry Lawson
... [42] "O'er all the sandy desert falling slow, Were shower'd dilated flakes of fire, like snow On Alpine summits, when the ...
— The Great Events by Famous Historians, Volume 07 • Various
... many lands, and midst such marvels been, Clearer than these abodes of outland men, Can see above the green and unburnt fen The little houses of an English town, Cross-timbered, thatched with fen-reeds coarse and brown, And high o'er these, three gables, great and fair, That slender rods of columns do upbear Over the minster doors, and imagery Of kings, and flowers no summer field doth see, Wrought in these gables.—Yea I heard withal, In the ...
— The Cathedral Church of Peterborough - A Description Of Its Fabric And A Brief History Of The Episcopal See • W.D. Sweeting
... despair—While yet another stroke With deep convulsion rends the solid oak, Till like the mine in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At length asunder-torn, her frame divides, And crashing, spreads in ruin o'er the tides. FALCONER. ...
— Newton Forster - The Merchant Service • Captain Frederick Marryat
... little one, thou dost desire thy name—ategarumadlune," she said. "Thou dost desire it as that which is as precious as thy shadow. But the ilisitok has gone and never will she breathe o'er thee the name I know . . . the name I felt stirring within me since the night . . . when the women addressed the dead . . . Sweetly didst thou sing within my heart—but thy song came from the darkness. Yea . . . from ...
— The Eternal Maiden • T. Everett Harre
... and silent now, their home; they'd gone—I wondered where, Till in a laundry near I saw a child with shining hair; And o'er the tub a strapping wench, her arms in soapy foam; Lo! it was Angeline the gosse, and Gigolette the mome. And so I kept an eye on them and saw that all went right, Until at last came Julot home, half ...
— Ballads of a Bohemian • Robert W. Service
... after-dinner speaker who must change his stories often, and to individuals inexperienced in public speaking and so unfortunate as to have public addresses forced upon them. He views the product with much the same feeling as did Alexander Pope, who said, "O'er his books his eyes began to roll, in pleasing memory of all ...
— More Toasts • Marion Dix Mosher
... the cornice high Blue metals crowned in colours of the sky; Rich plates of gold the folding-doors incase; The pillars silver on a brazen base; Silver the lintels deep-projecting o'er; And gold the ringlets that ...
— Greek Studies: A Series of Essays • Walter Horatio Pater
... night; where gods might dance. Heedless of mortals dull, unmeaning trance; Where spirits in their mysteries might find, A sail to float upon the yielding wind; But see, it flies, its shadow; form outspread, In fainting radiance o'er earth's startled bed, Yet rests, like the death gleam of beauty's eye, Or last rich tint of an autumnal sky. And now in fleecy clouds the heav'ns appear. Again it darts, dreamer, there's naught to fear; Again, like a proud spirit ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. - Volume X, No. 280, Saturday, October 27, 1827. • Various
... who awoke and rose from his bed on the ensuing morning. He stepped out of the tent, and looked around him. The sky was clear and brilliant. A light breeze ruffled o'er the surface of the water, and the tiny waves rippled one after another upon the white sand of the cove. To the left of the cove the land rose, forming small hills, behind which appeared the continuation of the cocoa-nut groves. To the right, a low ridge ...
— Masterman Ready • Captain Marryat
... in the ornamental flower-beds and masses of foliage plants. It was hardly fancy that the flowers took the colors of the ribbons and stuffs of the looms, and that the same instant nature and art were sicklied o'er with the same pale hues of fashion. If this relation of nature and art is too subtle for comprehension, there is nothing fanciful in the influence of the characters in fiction upon social manners and morals. To convince ourselves of this, we do not need to recall the effect of Werther, ...
— Baddeck and That Sort of Thing • Charles Dudley Warner
... the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng; They will condense within thy soul And turn to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Faints when hard service must be done, And shrinks at ...
— Mornings in the College Chapel - Short Addresses to Young Men on Personal Religion • Francis Greenwood Peabody
... when from mountain-tops the dusky clouds Ascending, while the north wind sleeps, o'erspread Heaven's cheerful face, the low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landskip snow or shower; If chance the radiant sun, with farewell sweet, Extend his evening beam, the fields revive, The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds Attest their joy, that ...
— Pilgrimage from the Alps to the Tiber - Or The Influence of Romanism on Trade, Justice, and Knowledge • James Aitken Wylie
... a wreck last night!' A wreck?—and where The ship, the crew?—All gone. The monument On which is writ no name, no chronicle, Laid itself o'er them with ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 448 - Volume 18, New Series, July 31, 1852 • Various
... where are the soldiers that fought here of yore? The sod is upon them, they'll struggle no more, The hatchet is fallen, the red man is low; And near him reposes the arm of his foe. . . . . . . . . Sleep, soldiers of merit; sleep, gallants of yore. The hatchet is fallen, the struggle is o'er. While the fir tree is green and the wind rolls a wave, The tear drop shall brighten the turf of the brave. ...
— Boys' Book of Frontier Fighters • Edwin L. Sabin
... at ease, and mock The Tory Shepherds of the flock, The Squire and Parson, o'er whose fall ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, December 19, 1891 • Various
... slain for us, And their blood flowed out in a rain for us, Red, rich, and pure, on the plain for us; And years may go, But our tears shall flow O'er the dead who have died in vain ...
— A Life of Gen. Robert E. Lee • John Esten Cooke
... encouragement from the like o' me. I would gie muckle, that hasna muckle to spare, gin he were content to bide where he is, though it's easy seen he'll hae ill enough bringing up a family here, and these laddies needing more ilka year that goes o'er their heads. And they say yon's a grand country, and fine eddication to be got in it for next to nothing. I'm no sure but the best thing he can do is to take them there. I ken the mistress was weel pleased with the thought," and Janet tried with all her ...
— Janet's Love and Service • Margaret M Robertson
... mortal foot hath been, he maketh His track o'er the snowy plain; And listens the tread of phantoms dread, With banner and spear ...
— Cast Away in the Cold - An Old Man's Story of a Young Man's Adventures, as Related by Captain John Hardy, Mariner • Isaac I. Hayes
... "Prometheus Unbound," "The Revolt of Islam," and "The Mask of Anarchy," are expressions of the very soul of Godwin's philosophy. Shelley was "cradled into poetry by wrong," as a multitude of other unhappy men are cradled into terrorism by wrong. He was "as a nerve o'er which do creep the else unfelt oppressions of this earth," and he "could moan for woes which others hear not." He, too, "could ... with the poor and trampled sit and weep."[5] There is in nearly all anarchists this supersensitiveness, this hyperaesthesia that ...
— Violence and the Labor Movement • Robert Hunter
... unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landskip round it measures: ...
— L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas • John Milton
... on the lone prairee, In a narrow grave just six by three, Where the wild coyotes will howl o'er me— Oh, bury me out ...
— Steve Yeager • William MacLeod Raine
... 'is kisses on 'er softly poutin' lips. How they burst, all a-thirst for the April shower that drips Tinkle-tink from leaf to leaf, washing every spraylet clean From the sooty veil of London, which might dim the buddin' green Of the pluckiest lime-tree, sproutin' o'er brown pales in a back-yard; For these limes bud betimes, and they find it middlin' hard To make way at windy corners, when the lamp as lights 'em through, Like gold on green in pantomimes, is blown till ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, May 6, 1893 • Various
... at last in sudden loneliness, And whence they know not, why they need not guess; They more might marvel, when the greeting's o'er, Not that he came, but came not ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... are in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity!" And still less able are we to realize the countless answers to our feeble prayers already winging their way to every portion of the inhabited globe; o'er moor and fen, o'er lake and sea and prairie, in the crowded town and in the vast wilderness. Was it in blessed England, where the sun has long past the meridian; while here in the far North-West, there are ...
— Owindia • Charlotte Selina Bompas
... came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and ...
— The Mind and Its Education • George Herbert Betts
... no place like the old place where you and I were born, Where we lifted first our eyelids on the splendors of the morn From the milk-white breast that warmed us, from the clinging arms that bore, Where the dear eyes glistened o'er us that will look on ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 96, October 1865 • Various
... golden prime of Anne! When you ambassador had been, And brought o'er sea the King again, Beatrix Esmond in his train, Ah, happy bard to hold her fan, And happy land ...
— New Collected Rhymes • Andrew Lang
... are you seeking my pretty colleen, So sadly, tell me now!"— "O'er mountain and plain I'm searching in vain Kind sir, ...
— Flamsted quarries • Mary E. Waller
... Thyself, 'cause thou art gone, and did refuse To wait upon him that consider well; Thou art as yet alive, on this side hell. Is't not a shame, a stinking shame to be Cast forth God's vineyard as a barren tree? To be thrown o'er the pales, and there to lie, Or be pick'd up by th' next that ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... High o'er the hills of Habersham, Veiling the valleys of Hall, The hickory told me manifold Fair tales of shade; the poplar tall Wrought me her shadowy self to hold; The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine, Overleaning, with flickering ...
— Eighth Reader • James Baldwin
... beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To ...
— The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 1 (of 5) of the Raven Edition • Edgar Allan Poe
... is— Though cumbrous, gray and grim,— (With hi! hilloo! And honey-dew And odors musty-rare!) He bends him o'er that page of his As o'er the rose's rim. (With hi! and ho! And pinks aglow And roses everywhere!) Ay, he's the featest humming-bird, On airiest of wings He poises pendent o'er the poem That blossoms as it sings— God friend ...
— Songs of Friendship • James Whitcomb Riley
... winds, that passing, cool and wet, O'er desert places, leave them fields in flower And all my life, for I shall not forget, Will keep the fragrance of that ...
— India's Love Lyrics • Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (AKA Laurence Hope), et al.
... "suspended"—hung, as it were, over the book, without being able to read on; which is what I intended to express (if I may allude to a production of which both those critics were pleased to speak well), when, in my youthful attempt to enlarge this story, I wrote "And o'er the book they hung, and nothing said, And every lingering page grew longer as ...
— Stories from the Italian Poets: With Lives of the Writers, Volume 1 • Leigh Hunt
... mon no hurt to travel. I should na wonder if I mought see things as I nivver heerd on if I getten as fur as th' Contynent. Theer's France now—foak say as they dunnot speak Lancashire i' France, an' conna so much as understand it. Well, theer's ignorance aw o'er th' world." ...
— That Lass O' Lowrie's - 1877 • Frances Hodgson Burnett
... it may linger, or how swiftly take its flight, Wail thy sorrows only to the wine before thee gleaming bright. But when thrice thou st drained the beaker watch and ward keep o'er thy heart. Lest the foam of joy should vanish, and thy soul with anguish smart, This for every earthly trouble is a sovereign remedy, Therefore listen to my counsel, knowing what will profit thee, Heed not time, for ah, how many a man has longed in pain Tale of evil days to ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... Sometimes, on joyous wing, to Heaven it soars, Sometimes, like Philomel, its woes deplores. For, oh! this a song that ne'er can die, It seeks the heart of all humanity. In the deep cavern and the darksome lair, The sea of ether o'er the realm of air, In every nook my song shall still be heard, And all creation, with sad yearning stirred, United in a full, exultant choir, Pray thee to grant the singer's fond desire. E'en when the ivy o'er my grave hath grown, ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... the shambles, where the mangled bodies lie; I can hear the moans of the wounded; I can see the brave lads die; And across the heaped, red trenches and the tortured, bleeding rows I cry out a mother's pity to all mothers of dear, dead "foes." In love and a common sorrow, I weep with them o'er our dead, And invoke my sister woman for a curse on ...
— The New York Times Current History of the European War, Vol. 1, January 9, 1915 - What Americans Say to Europe • Various
... the temple Which custom had bid them hold— Sin and Success and Pleasure And the hideous Image of Gold. Who and what are these strangers? Bid them worship before the shrine Where we, the gods of the new world, Sit o'er the cards ...
— Charles Rex • Ethel M. Dell
... that we go right off an' buy two thumpin' sticks—yaller ones, wi' big heads like Jack the Giant Killer—get 'em for sixpence apiece. A heavy expense, no doubt, but worth goin' in for, for the sake of Eve Mooney. And when, in the words o' the old song, the shades of evenin' is closin' o'er us, we'll surround the house of Eve, and 'wait till ...
— The Lively Poll - A Tale of the North Sea • R.M. Ballantyne
... barren cliffs of the Blue Mountain Ridge, That frightfully hang o'er the trestle-built bridge, Juts out into space a huge rocky bluff, Which the elements rudely left broken and rough. Near this, stands a bust so exquisitely fair, That the chisel of art would be uselessness there! For ...
— Scientific American magazine, Vol. 2 Issue 1 • Various
... country, We hear not the battlecry, We hear not the bugle's solemn call, When men go forth to die. For over all this land of ours The Stars and Stripes still wave, Waving forth in triumph O'er this homeland ...
— Blue Ridge Country • Jean Thomas
... year is mine, When all the little birds combine To sing until the earth and air Are filled with sweet sounds everywhere; And most the tender nightingale Makes joyful every wood and dale, Singing her love-song o'er and o'er, For which we ...
— The Hymns of Martin Luther • Martin Luther
... this gun and our well-appointed, well-horsed, well-manned artillery at Woolwich, the thought suddenly flashed across my mind that the militia forces of America beat us at Lexington, Saratoga, and Ticonderoga. "A change came o'er the spirit of my dream,"—from the ridiculous to the sublime was but a step; and the grotesque gun-carriage was instantly invested ...
— The Englishwoman in America • Isabella Lucy Bird
... garlands gayly bright; And when these walls, with sad regrets, shall fall to raise a bath, Then shall the Huns in multitude break forth with might and wrath, By force of arms the barrier-stream of Ister they shall cross, O'er Scythic ground and Moesian lands spreading dismay and loss; They shall Pannonian horsemen brave, and Gallic soldiers slay, And nought but loss of life and breath their course shall ...
— The Great Events by Famous Historians, Volume 03 • Various
... Northern empire pray Your Highness would enroll them with your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.' This I sealed: The seal was Cupid bent above a scroll, And o'er his head Uranian Venus hung, And raised the blinding bandage from his eyes: I gave the letter to be sent with dawn; And then to bed, where half in doze I seemed To float about a glimmering night, and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight, swell On some ...
— The Princess • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... life, a little span Of days compared with that of man, The time allotted to thee ran In smoother metre. Now with the warm earth o'er thy breast, O wisest of thy kind and best, Forever mayst thou softly rest, In ...
— Concerning Cats - My Own and Some Others • Helen M. Winslow
... justly say as I do,' said he. 'Mebbe, you'll just go o'er it all once again, Miss Molly. I'm not so young as I oncst was, and my head is not so clear now-a-days, and I'd be loth to make mistakes when you're so set upon ...
— Wives and Daughters • Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
... "The winds that o'er my ocean run Blow from all worlds, beyond the sun; Through life, through death, through faith, through time, Great breaths of God, they sweep sublime, Eternal trades that cannot veer, And blowing, teach us how to steer; And ...
— Among the Forces • Henry White Warren
... in the city have swung open so wide, To artists at home, and to those o'er the tide; As, to Mario, Sontag, Badiali, Marini, To Nilsson and Phillips, Rachel ...
— Memories and Anecdotes • Kate Sanborn
... to hear it play And chase the sultriness of day, As springing high the silver dew In whirls fantastically flew And flung luxurious coolness round The air, and verdure o'er the ground. 'Twas sweet, when cloudless stars were bright, To view the wave of watery light And hear its melody ...
— Recollections of the late William Beckford - of Fonthill, Wilts and Lansdown, Bath • Henry Venn Lansdown
... sight, if not the texture, of "the purple patches," and unattracted, perhaps demagnetized, by a personality once fascinating and always "puissant," to appreciate the actual worth and magnitude of the poem. We are "o'er informed;" and as with Nature, so with Art, the eye must be couched, and the film of association removed, before we can see clearly. But there is one characteristic feature of Childe Harold which association and familiarity have ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... not fit it should; Nor would the times now bear it, were it true. All southern, from yon hills, the Roman camp Hangs o'er us black and threatening like a storm Just ...
— All for Love • John Dryden
... cellar hatch, watching what might be our last sunset o'er the dark hills of time. Peter was with us. It was his last Sunday to go home, but he had ...
— The Story Girl • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... thy call, renewed the spell That thrilled our better years, The primal wonder o'er our spirits fell, And woke the ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864 • Various
... babe, on the bed I have spread thee; Sleep, fond little life, on the straw scattered o'er! 'Mid the petals of roses, and pansies I've laid thee, In crib of white lilies; blue bells ...
— Herbal Simples Approved for Modern Uses of Cure • William Thomas Fernie
... said— 'This western land I'll go and see; Three summers hence look out for me.' He went; he landed; stayed awhile, And wintered first on 'Eric's Isle;' Then searched the coast both far and wide, Then back to Iceland o'er the tide. 'A wondrous land is this,' said he, And called it Greenland of the sea. Twenty and five great ships sailed west To claim this gem on Ocean's breast. With man and woman, horn and hoof, And bigging for the ...
— The Norsemen in the West • R.M. Ballantyne
... rushing to the war. As when the winds, ascending by degrees,(138) First move the whitening surface of the seas, The billows float in order to the shore, The wave behind rolls on the wave before; Till, with the growing storm, the deeps arise, Foam o'er the rocks, and thunder to the skies. So to the fight the thick battalions throng, Shields urged on shields, and men drove men along Sedate and silent move the numerous bands; No sound, no whisper, but the chief's commands, Those only heard; ...
— The Iliad of Homer • Homer
... your son comes along and gets hold of the girl while her aunt's at the special service for Wakes folks in Bethesda Chapel, and runs off with her in my dogcart with one of my hosses, and raises a scandal all o'er the Five Towns. God bless my soul, mister! I tell'n ye I hardly liked to open o' Monday afternoon, I was that ashamed! And I packed Ada off to Manchester. It seems to me that if the upper classes, as they call 'em—the immoral classes I call 'em—'ud look after themselves a bit ...
— Tales of the Five Towns • Arnold Bennett
... Roman, that Judean bond United then dispart no more— Pierce through the veil; the rind beyond Lies hid the legend's deeper lore. Therein the mystery lies expressed Of power transferred, yet ever one; Of Rome—the Salem of the West— Of Sion, built o'er Babylon." ...
— The Formation of Christendom, Volume VI - The Holy See and the Wandering of the Nations, from St. Leo I to St. Gregory I • Thomas W. (Thomas William) Allies
... shall perish on thy poisonous clay. But for the love I bore and still must bear To her thy malice from all ties would tear, Thy name,—thy human name,—to every eye The climax of all scorn, should hang on high, Exalted o'er thy less abhorred compeers, And festering in the infamy of ...
— Lady Byron Vindicated • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... nought to lament o'er!" I was about to say; but I stayed me when half through. "Father, you mean there is ...
— In Convent Walls - The Story of the Despensers • Emily Sarah Holt
... the long-drawn organ-peal Within his chapel call to prayer; And, answering with ready zeal, He breathed o'er Mildred's weary chair These words, and sealed them ...
— The Mistress of the Manse • J. G. Holland
... when the perfect flower lay free, Like some great moth whose gorgeous wings Fan o'er the husk unconsciously, Silken, in airy balancings,— She saw all gay dishevellings Of fairy flags, whose revellings Illumine night's enchanted rings. So royal red no blood of kings She thought, and Summer in the room Sealed her escutcheon ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 7, No. 43, May, 1861 • Various
... the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape, He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape. 'Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough, One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.' And whether he's believed or no, there's one ...
— The Man from Snowy River • Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson
... geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want ...
— The Travels of Marco Polo Volume 1 • Marco Polo and Rustichello of Pisa
... by, for the west-winds awake On pampas, on prairie, o'er mountain and lake, To bathe the swift bark, like a sea-girdled shrine With incense they stole from the rose and ...
— The Rise of the Dutch Republic, 1555-1566 • John Lothrop Motley
... and wav'd her golden hair. "Hear me," she cried, "ye rising realms record Time's opening scenes, and Truth's unerring word: There shall broad streets their stately walls extend, The circus widen, and the crescent bend; There, ray'd from cities o'er the cultur'd land, Shall bright canals and solid roads expand. Embellish'd villas crown the landscape scene, Farms wave with gold, and orchards blush between; While with each breeze approaching vessels glide, And northern treasures dance on every tide!" Then ceas'd the nymph: tumultuous ...
— The History of Tasmania, Volume I (of 2) • John West
... "With pleasure, Sir!" Nor with undisciplined delight Baulk the good Colonel of his right? Not so young Spence. The moment came, And, heedless of the cries of "Shame!" He never offered once to wait Until the Colonel, more sedate, Had scrambled o'er the parapet, But got there first—and promptly met A bullet.... Folk who arrogate The privileges of the great Must take what ills thereto attach (The Colonel ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, May 9, 1917 • Various
... in the composition of Peter Paul Rubens as in any artistic man we can name; but to declare that he was incapable of jealousy, as a few of his o'er-zealous defenders did, is to apply the whitewash. The artistic temperament is essentially feminine, and jealousy is one of its inherent attributes. Of course there are all degrees of jealousy, but the woman who can sit serenely by and behold her charms ignored for those of another, by ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 4 (of 14) - Little Journeys to the Homes of Eminent Painters • Elbert Hubbard
... "You talk o'er much, Ben, old friend, but since it's the way of seafaring men and 'tis cheerful it does not vex my ears. You behold with me, Tayoga, a youth of the best blood of the Onondaga nation, one to whom you will be polite if you wish to please me, Benjamin, and Master Robert Lennox, grown ...
— The Shadow of the North - A Story of Old New York and a Lost Campaign • Joseph A. Altsheler
... the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile! In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood ...
— Chips from a German Workshop - Volume IV - Essays chiefly on the Science of Language • Max Muller
... Full sad and mournfully, Went pacing to and fro Beauty's divinity; A shaft in hand she bore From Cupid's cruel store, And he, who fluttered round, Bore, o'er his blindfold eyes And o'er his head uncrowned, A veil of mournful guise, Whereon the words were wrought: 'You ...
— Celebrated Crimes, Complete • Alexandre Dumas, Pere
... blow the blasts o'er the tops of the mountain, And bare is the oak on the hill; Slowly the vapors exhale from the fountain, And bright gleams the ice-bordered rill; All nature is seeking its annual rest, But the slumbers of peace ...
— The Spy • James Fenimore Cooper
... standing on the ultimate island of Alaska and gazing eastward across the icy waters may with the naked eye behold the dominions of the czar. Nor in this do we include those distant islands, where one May morning, ever to be famous in the annals of our race, the spicy breezes that blow o'er Manila bay were rent by the guns of the noble Dewey as they proclaimed that the genius of liberty had come to rid of cruelty and avarice and crime that charming land 'where every prospect pleases and only man ...
— The Story of the Philippines and Our New Possessions, • Murat Halstead
... golden-yellow oft my fancy dwells. 'Tis almost godlike, as it sparkles through The effervescent fizz; and wondrous spells It casts o'er me when ...
— Cobwebs from a Library Corner • John Kendrick Bangs
... Lord, by our sweet sister Death, From whom no man escapes, howe'er he try! Woe to all those who yield their parting breath In mortal sin! But blessed those who die Doing thy will in that decisive hour! The second death o'er such shall have no power. Praise, blessing, and thanksgiving to my Lord! For all He gives and ...
— The Golden Dog - Le Chien d'Or • William Kirby
... might, To express his meaning quite. For I neither fear nor care What in this their censures are; If the art here used be Their dislike, it liketh me. While I linger on each strain, And read, and read it o'er again, I am loth to part from thence, Until I trace the poet's sense, And have the Printer's errors found, In which the ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 51, October 19, 1850 • Various
... the dragon's flame, To pierce the dark, enchanted hall Where Virtue sat in lonely thrall. From fabling Fancy's inmost store A rich, romantic robe he bore, A veil with visionary trappings hung, And o'er his Virgin Queen ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 10, August, 1858 • Various
... by the Waterside, In that cool Hour my Soul loves best, When trembles o'er the rippling Tide A golden Stairway to ...
— Paul the Minstrel and Other Stories - Reprinted from The Hill of Trouble and The Isles of Sunset • Arthur Christopher Benson
... with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion—cloth-of-gold of tissue— O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature. On each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they ...
— The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to prose. Volume I (of X) - Greece • Various
... saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival; Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him! From a Tartar's skull they had stripp'd the flesh, As ye peel the fig when its fruit is fresh; And their white tusks crunch'd ...
— Short Studies on Great Subjects • James Anthony Froude
... all nations, emblem of man elate above death, Token of all brave captains and all intrepid sailors and mates, And all that went down doing their duty, Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains young or old, A pennant universal, subtly waving all time, o'er all brave ...
— Leaves of Grass • Walt Whitman
... anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not; till the place Became religious, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits ...
— Critical Miscellanies, Vol. I - Essay 3: Byron • John Morley
... trader, never floats a European flag, Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag: Droops the heavy-blossom'd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree— Summer isles of Eden lying in dark ...
— The Hawaiian Archipelago • Isabella L. Bird
... created all In wisest love, we pray, Look on this babe, who at Thy gracious call Is entering on life's way; Bend o'er him in Thy tenderness, Thine image on his ...
— Three Years in Tristan da Cunha • K. M. Barrow
... the rock's gloomy crevice the bright holly grows; The ivy waves fresh o'er the withering rose, And the ever-green love of a virtuous wife Soothes the roughness of care, cheers ...
— The Life of Thomas Telford by Smiles • Samuel Smiles
... welcome been waiting for you o'er long," I said to him as he entered the room, and here the fine ...
— Nancy Stair - A Novel • Elinor Macartney Lane
... live like a contented man Where choice or chance directs, but each must praise The folk who pass through life by other ways? "Those lucky merchants!" cries the soldier stout, When years of toil have well-nigh worn him out: What says the merchant, tossing o'er the brine? "Yon soldier's lot is happier, sure, than mine: One short, sharp shock, and presto! all is done: Death in an instant comes, or victory's won." The lawyer lauds the farmer, when a knock Disturbs his sleep at crowing of the cock: The farmer, dragged to town on business, swears That only ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace
... snow-flakes! How they whiten, melt and die. In what cold and shroud-like masses O'er the buried earth they lie. Lie as though the frozen plain Ne'er would bloom with flowers again. Surely nothing do I know, Half so solemn as the snow, Half so solemn, solemn, solemn, As ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... of widow might interest me for a little time, so I'll take myself and my 'delicate constitution' down to your promising haven of rest. I'll 'view the landscape o'er,' and the prospect of an opportunity for a little sharp practice will make my banishment more endurable; of course, my resignation will increase as the situation becomes ...
— Madeline Payne, the Detective's Daughter • Lawrence L. Lynch
... feet when he died, and had been remarkably strong and active. Add to this that he inherited a splendid constitution, with an unlimited capacity for enjoyment, and we have a fair idea of Henry Fielding at that moment of his career, when with passions "tremblingly alive all o'er"—as Murphy says—he stood, ...
— Fielding - (English Men of Letters Series) • Austin Dobson
... Cross began to bloom With peaceful lilies long ago; Each year above Thy empty tomb More thick the Easter garlands grow. O'er all the wounds of this sad strife Bright ...
— An Orkney Maid • Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
... thing to die, E'en in the open air, Twelve hundred miles from home and friends, In a shroud of black despair. A wreath to crown the brow of man, And hide a former blot Will ever blossom o'er the waves ...
— Sinking of the Titanic - and Great Sea Disasters • Various
... pace the wild sea-shore— Or drop her wandering fingers o'er The bosom of some chorded shell: Her touch will make it speak as well As infant Hermes made That tortoise in its own despite Thenceforth in ...
— The Child and Childhood in Folk-Thought • Alexander F. Chamberlain
... very precisely drilled. They marched with the firm and uniform tread of regulars. The "ear-piercing fife and spirit-stirring drum" discoursed the music sweetest to the ears of the old warriors, and their eyes brightened and they made an effort to straighten themselves, as if "the old time came o'er them." They lingered at the window as long as they could catch the sound, and long after the volunteers had turned the corner of the street. Perhaps, if we had possessed sufficient mental insight, we might have been with those old men in the scenes that came back to their minds like a tide ...
— The Old Bell Of Independence; Or, Philadelphia In 1776 • Henry C. Watson
... it becomes a stone: Where it retains more of the humid fatness, It turns to sulphur, or to quicksilver, Who are the parents of all other metals. Nor can this remote matter suddenly Progress so from extreme unto extreme, As to grow gold, and leap o'er all the means. Nature doth first beget the imperfect, then Proceeds she to the perfect. Of that airy And oily water, mercury is engender'd; Sulphur of the fat and earthy part; the one, Which is the last, supplying the place of ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson
... returned to the fighting o'er again of his battles at the Board of Guardians, and Henrietta was able to get to the window, where for some ten minutes she sat, and at length exclaimed with a start, "Here is Willy running across ...
— Henrietta's Wish • Charlotte M. Yonge
... Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark ...
— How I Found Livingstone • Sir Henry M. Stanley
... for an extraordinary number of years. My dear, how infinitely happier they will be together than they are being now. Funny old dears! Each at its own fireside, saying that it's too old, bless them! And you and I will sing 'Voice that breathed o'er Eden' and in the middle our angel-voices will crack, and we will sob into our handkerchief, and Eden will be left breathing deeply all by itself like the Guru. Why did you never tell me about the Guru? Mrs Weston's a better friend to me than you are, ...
— Queen Lucia • E. F. Benson
... Yes! But was it not such hopeful charming That led him to his old success? The thought is softening, and disarming; O'er Suez and the Red Sea glance, And see what he has done ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, VOL. 103, November 26, 1892 • Various
... coming ages people it with men Of manhood equal to the river's pride. I see the wigwams of the redmen changed To ample houses, and the tiny plots Of maize and green tobacco broadened out To prosperous farms, that spread o'er hill and dale The many-coloured mantle of their crops. I see the terraced vineyard on the slope Where now the fox-grape loops its tangled vine, And cattle feeding where the red deer roam, And wild-bees gathered into busy ...
— The Poems of Henry Van Dyke • Henry Van Dyke
... rising. On principle, I disliked and despised the gorgeous, selfish creature; but there was that in me which longed to please her, and delighted in being chosen as her defender, over the head of Somerled, so to speak. I was not sorry to escape from the scene which Barrie's pale face and o'er-bright eyes made very trying; also I was really anxious to find out if Aline had come. If she had not, I should begin to worry about her and the poor old car—to say nothing of the ...
— The Heather-Moon • C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
... children love to hang Stockings o'er the fireplace, Wondering how our gifts can come Nice and clean from such ...
— Christmas Entertainments • Alice Maude Kellogg
... magician's mantle cover All this day-world from my sight, That for aye thy form may hover O'er my being, lovely night. ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... and the light wild rose Float o'er the broken wall; And here the mournful nightshade blows, To note ...
— Spare Hours • John Brown
... thousand times, old man, again! Spenser, this love, this kindness to thy king, Argues thy noble mind and disposition. Spenser, I here create thee Earl of Wiltshire, And daily will enrich thee with our favour, That, as the sunshine, shall reflect o'er thee. Beside, the more to manifest our love, Because we hear Lord Bruce doth sell his land, And that the Mortimers are in hand withal, Thou shalt have crowns of us t'outbid the barons; And, Spenser, spare them not, lay it on.— Soldiers, a largess, and thrice-welcome all! Y. Spen. My ...
— Edward II. - Marlowe's Plays • Christopher Marlowe
... even so. Brother Filippo saw him stand last night In solitary vigil till the dawn Lept o'er the Arno, and his face was such As men may wear in Purgatory—nay, E'en in the inmost core ...
— Seven Men • Max Beerbohm
... reversed the laws great Nature gave, Sail'd o'er the continent and walk'd the wave, Three hundred spears from Sparta's iron plain Have stopp'd. Oh blush, ye mountains and ...
— The Roman History of Ammianus Marcellinus • Ammianus Marcellinus
... now, my love, the moon is on the lake; Upon the waters is my light canoe; Come with me, love, and gladsome oars shall make A music on the parting wave for you,— Come o'er the waters deep and dark and blue: Come where the lilies in the marge have sprung, Come with me, love, for Oh, my love is true!" This is the song that on the lake was sung, The boatman sang it over ...
— The Journal of Negro History, Volume 2, 1917 • Various
... hold a classical correspondence? I can never forget the many agreeable hours we have passed in reading Horace and Virgil; and I think they are topics will never grow stale. Let us extend the Roman empire, and cultivate two barbarous towns o'er -run with rusticity and Mathematics. The creatures are so used to a circle, that they Plod on in the same eternal round, with their whole view confined to a punctum, cujus nulla est pars: "Their time a moment, and ...
— The Letters of Horace Walpole, Volume 1 • Horace Walpole
... And warm winds blow O'er fields of daisies Adrift like snow— Sing sad leave-takings And tender praise Of all the ...
— Beatrice Leigh at College - A Story for Girls • Julia Augusta Schwartz
... lay o'er yond grassy bank, And he beheld a ladie gay, A ladie that was brisk and bold, Come riding o'er ...
— Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Second Series • Frank Sidgwick
... readily accepted invitations to Tapton House to enjoy his hospitality, which never failed. With them he would "fight his battles o'er again," reverting to his battle for the locomotive; and he was never tired of telling, nor were his auditors of listening to, the lively anecdotes with which he was accustomed to illustrate the struggles of his early career. Whilst walking in the woods or through the grounds, he would arrest his ...
— Lives of the Engineers - The Locomotive. George and Robert Stephenson • Samuel Smiles
... soft season, the firmament serene, The loun illuminate air, and firth amene The silver-scalit fishes on the grete O'er-thwart clear streams sprinkillond for the heat," ...
— Eugene Aram, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... MEN all remind us We can make our lives sublime; And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of Time: Footprints, that perhaps another Sailing o'er life's troubled main— A forlorn and shipwrecked brother— ...
— Life and Labors of Elder John Kline, the Martyr Missionary - Collated from his Diary by Benjamin Funk • John Kline
... grows the ladened hush until E'en winds list o'er the fields of daffodil They all day wafted,—'tis so sweet to rest ...
— The Rose-Jar • Thomas S. (Thomas Samuel) Jones
... willow-trees Vainly they sought her, Wild rang the mother's screams O'er the gray water: 'Where is my lovely ...
— The Fitz-Boodle Papers • William Makepeace Thackeray
... flag! Up, up, betimes, and proudly speak of it; A lordly thing to see on tower and crag, O'er which,—as eagles flit, With eyes a-fire, and wings of phantasy,— Our memories hang superb! The foes we frown upon shall feel the curb Of our full sway; and they shall shamed be Who wrong, with sword or pen, The Code that keeps us free. For there's no sight, in ...
— The Song of the Flag - A National Ode • Eric Mackay
... ere now did I speak thy name, Itself a caress, but the lovelight leapt Into thine eyes with a kindling flame, And a ripple of rose o'er thy soft cheek crept. ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science - Vol. XVII, No. 102. June, 1876. • Various
... to the Highlands bound Cried "Boatman do not tarry! And I'll give you a silver pound To row me o'er the ferry." Before them raged the angry tide X**2 Y ...
— Moonbeams From the Larger Lunacy • Stephen Leacock
... far behind such scenes, great engineers Pondered o'er problems without parallel. And planned with wisdom of a thousand years, To blow the other to eternal Hell. Their calculations left no callous scheme untried, To slaughter hundreds of the ...
— Over the Top With the Third Australian Division • G. P. Cuttriss
... away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?' 'Not there, ...
— Excellent Women • Various
... stood proud forms before his throne, The stately and the brave; But who could fill the place of one,— That one beneath the wave? Before him passed the young and fair, In pleasure's reckless train; But seas dashed o'er his son's bright ...
— Fifty Famous Stories Retold • James Baldwin
... again—his eye was flush'd With passion proud and deep delight, But often o'er his brow there gush'd A blackened cloud which made it night, But still the cloud would wear away, (His youthful cheek was red and rare,) And still his heart beat light and gay, Still did he fancy ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 17, No. - 488, May 7, 1831 • Various
... feel secure, for the three evils Surround us constantly and everywhere, And even now death hovers o'er our house. When I was born my mother went to heaven, Which means, she died when she gave ...
— The Buddha - A Drama in Five Acts and Four Interludes • Paul Carus
... Hermes at their side, By Jove commission'd, as their friend and guide. But when the mirth-inspiring dames stepp'd o'er The sacred threshold of great Shakspeare's door, The heav'nly guests, who came to laugh with me, Oppress'd with grief, wept with Melpomene; Bow'd pensive o'er the Bard of Nature's tomb, Dropt a sad tear, then left me to ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 185, May 14, 1853 • Various
... to the mocking bird—Listen to the mocking bird.... The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave. Listen to the mocking bird—Listen to the mocking bird.... Still singing where the ...
— The Long Roll • Mary Johnston
... the robber That cam' o'er the border To steal bonny Fanny away? She's gane awa' frae me And the bonny North Countrie And has left me for ever and ...
— Lady John Russell • Desmond MacCarthy and Agatha Russell
... massacre began; O'er fields and orchards, and o'er woodland crests, The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran. Dead fell the birds, with blood-stains on their breasts, Or wounded crept away from sight of man, While the young died of famine in their ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 12, No. 74, December, 1863 • Various
... attention was diverted by coming round the corner to where there was a view of Anscombe Bay, when he immediately began to fight his battles o'er again, and show where they had been groping in the mud and seaweed in pursuit of sea-urchins, and stranded ...
— The Long Vacation • Charlotte M. Yonge
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