"O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... 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
... o'er wide-spread seas we come, Though not with much eclat, or beat of drum, True patriots we, for be it understood, We left our country, for our country's good; No private views disgraced our generous zeal, What ...
— The History of Tasmania , Volume II (of 2) • John West
... 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
... o'er! with its pains and its pleasures, The dream of affection is o'er! The feelings I lavish'd so fondly Will never return to ...
— The Diary of an Ennuyee • Anna Brownell Jameson
... 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
... 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
... 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 |
