"Where'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... passed him in a country town, Attended by a page, a lady fair, Whose charming form and all-engaging air, At once his bosom fired with fond desire; And nearer still, her beauties to admire. He most gallantly saw her safely home; Attentions charm the sex where'er we roam. ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine
... the men who chase the roe, Whose footsteps never falter, Who bring with them, where'er they go, A smack of old SIR WALTER. Of such as he, the men sublime Who lead their troops victorious, Whose deeds go down to after-time, ...
— Fifty Bab Ballads • William S. Gilbert
... For when, indifferent, I pursue The world's best pleasures for relief, My heart, still sickening back to you, Finds none like memory of its grief; And, though 'twere very hell to hear You felt such misery as I, All good, save you, were far less dear! Than is that ill with which I die Where'er I go, wandering forlorn, You are the world's love, life, and glee: Oh, wretchedness not to be borne If she that's Love should not ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... quiet, or you'll have a fit of the mother [hysterics]. Nobody wants to send the lad amongst snakes—I don't know that there's so much as an adder there. As to devils, he'll find them where'er he goeth, and some of them in men's and women's ...
— It Might Have Been - The Story of the Gunpowder Plot • Emily Sarah Holt
... leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow'r: Till conquest unresisted ceas'd to please, And rights submitted, left him none to seize. At length his sov'reign frowns—the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate. Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye, His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly; Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate, The regal palace, the luxurious board, The liv'ried army, ...
— English Satires • Various
... days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse ...
— Elementary Guide to Literary Criticism • F. V. N. Painter
... One, who stamped our race With his own image, and who gave them sway O'er earth, and the glad dwellers on her face, Now that our swarming nations far away Are spread, where'er the moist earth drinks the day, Forget the ancient care that taught and nursed His latest offspring? will he quench the ray Infused by his own forming smile at first, And leave a work so ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... hither, Topham, come, with a hey, with a hey; Bring a pipe and a drum, with a ho; Where'er about I go, Attend my raree show, With a hey, ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Vol. 7 (of 18) - The Duke of Guise; Albion and Albanius; Don Sebastian • John Dryden
... fit for its orient queen; (aurora) The sun beams brightly over hill and dale Its glancing rays enliven every vale: Its face effulgent makes the heaven to smile Thro' dripping rain-drops yet it smiles the while, Its warmth makes loveable the teeming world, Hill, dale, where'er its royal rays are hurled; Sweet nature smiles, and sways her magic wand, And sunshine gleams, beams, streams upon the strand; And warbling birds, like angels from above Do hum their hymns and sing their ...
— The Poetry of Wales • John Jenkins
... fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs Of hope make melody where'er ye tread; And o'er your sleep, bright shadows from the wings Of spirits visiting but youth be spread; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness—how soon ...
— Grace Darling - Heroine of the Farne Islands • Eva Hope
... quick, and ready, They boldly enter, and make no din. Where'er such trifles As Snider rifles And bright six-shooters are stored within. The Queen's round towers Can't baulk their powers, Off go the weapons by sea and shore, To where the Cork men And smart New York men Are ...
— Speeches from the Dock, Part I • Various
... people, And made the plant of bread To spring, where'er beneath thine eye Fair Nature's carpet spread. Earth's thirst drank in thy freshening rain, Earth's bosom wooed thy sun, Beautiful grew the golden grain, Like ...
— Twenty-Seven Years in Canada West - The Experience of an Early Settler (Volume I) • Samuel Strickland
... once below Man's pathway trod in toil and woe; And burdened ones where'er he came Brought out their sick and deaf and lame. The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, 'Jesus ...
— Betty's Bright Idea; Deacon Pitkin's Farm; and The First Christmas - of New England • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... change the hearth hath known; The Druid fire, the curfew's tone, The log that bright at yule-tide shone, The merry sports of Hallow-e'en; Yet still where'er a home is found, Gather the warm affections round, And there the notes of mirth resound, The voice of wisdom heard between: And welcomed there with words of grace, The stranger finds ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844 - Volume 23, Number 6 • Various
... knows a cheerful noon Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon? Whose table, wit or modest merit share, Unelbowed by a gamester, pimp, or play'r? Who copies yours or Oxford's better part, To ease the oppressed, and raise the sinking heart? Where'er he shines, O Fortune, gild the scene, And angels guard him in the golden mean! There, English bounty yet awhile may stand, And Honour linger ere it leaves the land. But all our praises why should lords engross? ...
— Essay on Man - Moral Essays and Satires • Alexander Pope
... jumped off the stoop, and went dancing awkwardly down towards the water, singing in a most unmelodious voice, ''Tis home where'er the heart ...
— Humorous Masterpieces from American Literature • Various
... "Allah, where'er thou be, His aid impart * To thee, who distant dwellest in my heart! Allah be near thee how so far thou fare; * Ward off all shifts of Time, all dangers thwart! Mine eyes are desolate for thy vanisht sight, * And start my tears-ah me, how fast they start! Would Heaven I kenned what quarter or what ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... branches stretch A broader, browner shade; Where'er the rude moss-grown beech O'er canopies the glade, With me the muse shall sit and think, At ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol. XXXII No. 2. February 1848 • Various
... back to me, My mountain, and my old oak tree! Memory and pain, where'er I rove, Entwine, Dear country, with my heart's deep ...
— Laura Secord, the heroine of 1812. - A Drama. And Other Poems. • Sarah Anne Curzon
... anger rise?" Yes! and he learn'd her terrors to despise; When stung by thought, to soothing books he fled, And grew composed and harden'd as he read; Tales of Voltaire, and essays gay and slight. Pleased him, and shone with their phosphoric light; Which, though it rose from objects vile and base, Where'er it came threw splendour on the place, And was that light which the deluded youth, And this gray sinner, deem'd the light of truth. He different works for different cause admired, Some fix'd his judgment, some his passions fired; To cheer the mind and raise a dormant flame, He had ...
— The Borough • George Crabbe
... fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart, are still at home. In each land the sun does visit; We are gay whate'er betide. To give room for wandering is it, That the world ...
— George Borrow and His Circle - Wherein May Be Found Many Hitherto Unpublished Letters Of - Borrow And His Friends • Clement King Shorter
... tangled wood As where the rays through pictured glories pour On marble shaft and tessellated floor;— Heaven asks no surplice round the heart that feels, And all is holy where devotion kneels. Thus on the soil the patriot's knee should bend Which holds the dust once living to defend; Where'er the hireling shrinks before the free, Each pass becomes "a new Thermopylae"! Where'er the battles of the brave are won, There every mountain "looks ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... beneath the wandering wave; Ah! had she but an earthly grave This aching heart and throbbing breast Would seek and share her narrow rest. She was a form of life and light That soon became a part of sight, And rose where'er I turned mine eye— The morning-star ...
— As I Remember - Recollections of American Society during the Nineteenth Century • Marian Gouverneur
... And, midst the noise of this Great World Are feeble cries for help; My ear shall practice to hear such calls, My hands shall train to lift the fallen; Noble men and women who are pushed aside Need champions for their cause; Man, where'er he is or what he be Is none the less my brother And needs the strong to cheer him on. What we extend in help and cheer, Brings its reward in Happiness. It is not for me to say or think Look out for myself first; The bird, the ...
— Dollars and Sense • Col. Wm. C. Hunter
... Where'er you travelled then, You might meet on the way Brave knights and gentlemen, Clad in their country gray; That courteous would appear, And kindly welcome you; No puritans then were, When this old cap ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... things up and find A stirring scramble of the present! We do not ask for all the gifts To fall upon us in a tumble; A very few where life's boat drifts Will keep us happy through the jumble; We only ask the mirth of men,— Where'er we be we'll always love it, And if the big bills vanish, then God give us ...
— Oklahoma Sunshine • Freeman E. (Freeman Edwin) Miller
... "At my boat as I was working, 310 While my new boat I was shaping, Then I found three words were wanting, Ere the stern could be completed, And the prow could be constructed, But as I could find them nowhere, In the world where'er I sought them, Then to Tuonela I travelled, Journeyed to the land of Mana, There to find the words I needed, There the magic words ...
— Kalevala, Volume I (of 2) - The Land of the Heroes • Anonymous
... fields and from the vineyards Came no fruits to deck the feasts, Only flesh of bloodstained victims Smoldered on the altar-fires, And where'er the grieving goddess Turns her melancholy gaze, Sunk in vilest degradation ...
— The Brothers Karamazov • Fyodor Dostoyevsky
... "Where'er thou wanderest, canst thou hope to go Where skies are brighter, or the earth more fair? Dost thou not love these aye-blue streams that flow, These spicy forests, and ...
— The Island Home • Richard Archer
... life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome ...
— Two Knapsacks - A Novel of Canadian Summer Life • John Campbell
... not in the sight of you! I swear I'll ne'er forget the right of you; * And fain this breast would soar to height of you: You made me drain the love cup, and I lief * A love cup tender for delight of you: Take this my form where'er you go, and when * You die, entomb me in the site of you: Call on me in my grave, and hear my bones * Sigh their responses to the shright of you: And were I asked 'Of God what wouldst thou see?' * I answer, 'first His will ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
... that grave bird in northern seas is found. Whose name a Dutchman only knows to sound; Where'er the king of fish moves on before, This humble friend attends from shore to shore; With eye still earnest, and with bill inclined, He picks up what his patron drops behind, With those choice cates his palate to regale, And is the careful Tibbald ...
— Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 - The Works Of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D., In Nine Volumes • Samuel Johnson
... dies, but her who died: She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— Ah! had she but an earthly grave, This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of Life and Light,[119] That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye, The Morning-star ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7) • Lord Byron
... hills unite with lowly dales To furnish matter for instructive tales, There is a town, a very ancient town, Which, should enjoy a share of high renown. My native place! I need not sink the name— Such act, sweet KENDAL! thou might'st justly blame, A place so dear, I trust I still shall love, Where'er I am, or wheresoe'er I rove! It has its site fast by a pleasant stream, Beside whose banks our hero learned to dream. Though quiet, it gave birth to many a name, Which for good deeds obtained a moderate fame. Some few there were well skilled in Science deep, Who now within its several ...
— The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales In Verse - Together With Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects • Thomas Cowherd
... cried, "O thou which in my thought Increased hast my rage and fury so, Nor seem'st a wight of mortal metal wrought, I follow thee, whereso thee list to go, Mountains of men by dint of sword down brought Thou shalt behold, and seas of red blood flow Where'er I go; only be thou my guide When sable night the azure ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... love my books as drinkers love their wine; The more I drink, the more they seem divine; With joy elate my soul in love runs o'er, And each fresh draught is sweeter than before: Books bring me friends where'er on earth I be,— Solace of solitude, bonds ...
— A Book for All Readers • Ainsworth Rand Spofford
... severe, And tears less copious had bedew'd the bier. From the same breast our milky food we drew, Entwin'd affection strengthen'd as we grew; Why further trace? The flatt'ring dream is o'er— Thy transient joys and sorrows are no more! All, all are fled!—And, ah! where'er I turn, Insulting Death directs me to thy urn, Throws his cold shadows round me while I sing. Damps ev'ry nerve, and slackens ev'ry string. So, when the Moon trims up her waning fire, Sweep the night-breezes o'er th'Aeolian lyre; Ling'ring, perchance, some wild pathetic sound Lulls the lorn ...
— Poems • Sir John Carr
... waste I've wander'd o'er, Clomb many a crag, cross'd many a shore, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, Where'er I chanced ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... and public library, in its neat and commodious building, were celebrated throughout the state; that the Gopher Prairie mills made the best flour in the country; that the surrounding farm lands were renowned, where'er men ate bread and butter, for their incomparable No. 1 Hard Wheat and Holstein-Friesian cattle; and that the stores in Gopher Prairie compared favorably with Minneapolis and Chicago in their abundance of ...
— Main Street • Sinclair Lewis
... the earth, I'll find him out; if he be now in Hell, I'll follow him; where'er he be, his peace is ...
— The Scarlet Stigma - A Drama in Four Acts • James Edgar Smith
... gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed where'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, Excited, while they sucked; While every bird enjoyed his song, Without one thought of harm or wrong— I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by ...
— Modern British Poetry • Various
... plain Four hundred thousand he has slain. The copestone of our nation's he, In him our weal, our all we see; Though calm he looks his plans when breeding, Yet oaks he'd break his clans when leading. Hail to this partisan of war, This bursting meteor flaming far! Where'er he wends, Saint Peter guard him, And may the Lord five ...
— Wild Wales - Its People, Language and Scenery • George Borrow
... my fair one's side is ever seen, He hovers round her steps, where'er she strays, Breathes in her voice, and in her silence speaks, Around her lives, and lends ...
— The Diary of an Ennuyee • Anna Brownell Jameson
... Here, or Where'er thou wilt: where'er thou art, I feel not The want of this so much regretted Eden. 40 Have I not thee—our boy—our sire, and brother, And Zillah—our sweet sister, and our Eve, To whom we owe so much ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... art born at last I can pause a little; now that thou art in the world, each moment is dear enough to me to linger over it, and I have no desire to call up the second moment, since it will drive me away from the first. "Where'er thou art are love and goodness, where'er thou art is nature too." Now I shall wait till thou writest me again, "Pray go on with thy story." Then I shall first ask, "Well, where did we leave off?" and then I shall ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various
... you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word, And where'er you go it is often heard; But can you tell to a jot or guess Just how much courage you ...
— Just Folks • Edgar A. Guest
... out oer the sea, And steald my sister away; The shame scoup in his company, And land where'er he gae!" ...
— A Collection of Ballads • Andrew Lang
... bit-griping steeds over the mountains fly, through the unknown Murkwood. The whole Hunnish forest trembled where'er the warriors rode; over the shrubless, all-green ...
— The Elder Eddas of Saemund Sigfusson; and the Younger Eddas of Snorre Sturleson • Saemund Sigfusson and Snorre Sturleson
... doctrine but the music there These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line, While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes, Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze," In the next line it "whispers through the trees" If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep" The reader's threatened (not in vain) with "sleep" Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning ...
— An Essay on Criticism • Alexander Pope
... darkness steals the day; Shines in your hearts the morning star's first ray? The clock is two! who comes to meet the day, And to the Lord of days his homage pay? The clock is three! the Three in One above Let body, soul and spirit truly love. The clock is four! where'er on earth are three, The Lord has promised He the fourth will be. The clock is five! while five away were sent, Five other virgins to the marriage went! The clock is six, and from the watch I'm free, And every one may his own ...
— History of the Moravian Church • J. E. Hutton
... sigh, Thou wert in Avon, and a thousand rills, Beautiful Orb! and so, whene'er I lie Trodden, thou wilt be gazing from thy hills. Blest be thy loving light, where'er it spills, And blessed be thy ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 356, June, 1845 • Various
... heart doth wear Joy's myrtle wreath or sorrow's gyves, Where'er a human spirit strives After a life more true and fair, There is the true man's birthplace grand, His is a ...
— Eighth Reader • James Baldwin
... disguised, in many a way Thou let'st thy sudden splendor play, Adorning all where'er it turns, As the revealing bull's-eye burns, Of the dim thief, and plays its trick Upon the lock ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce
... "Where'er thy joyous step doth go Love waits upon thee ever, The spring-flow'rs in my hat do show I'll cease to love thee never. When thou'rt gone from out my sight Vanished is my sole delight, Alas! Thou ne'er canst understand What I've ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VIII • Various
... Where'er the wide old kitchen hearth Sends up its smoky curls, Who will not thank the kindly earth, And ...
— The Ontario Readers - Third Book • Ontario Ministry of Education
... woman to inquire what made you buy those cat's-eyes?" said Mrs. Brewton. "Why—" I dubiously began. "Never mind," she cried, archly. "If you were thinking of some one in your Northern home, they will be prized because the thought, at any rate, was beautiful and genuine. 'Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, my heart, untravelled, fondly turns to thee.' Now don't you be embarrassed by an old woman!" I desired to inform her that I disliked her, but one can never do those ...
— The Jimmyjohn Boss and Other Stories • Owen Wister
... this the fiddle's sound, The dancers all were gathered round, And, such the stillness of the house, You might have heard a nibbling mouse; 415 While, borrowing helps where'er he may, The Sailor through the story runs Of ships to ships and guns to guns; And does his utmost to display The dismal conflict, and the might 420 And terror of that marvellous [45] night! "A bowl, a bowl of double measure," Cries Benjamin, "a draught ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. III • William Wordsworth
... Where'er I go, in this far land, The people wish to understand Where I am going. If I knew They would not think my answer true; And if I said I did not know They would ...
— More Toasts • Marion Dix Mosher
... repose. Fragrant as musk thy berry is, yet black as ink in sooth! And he who sips thy fragrant cup can only know the truth. Insensate they who, tasting not, yet vilify its use; For when they thirst and seek its help, God will the gift refuse. Oh, coffee is our wealth! for see, where'er on earth it grows, Men live whose aims are noble, true ...
— All About Coffee • William H. Ukers
... where'er I set My feet, God's shrine was everywhere; But this I scarcely knew as yet— Christ ...
— A Christmas Faggot • Alfred Gurney
... Izdubar, For I am Bel, thy strength in war.[2] A heart of strength give I to thee! To trust, we can but faithful be! As thou hast shown to me. The sixty gods, our strongest ones, Will guide thy path where'er it runs; The moon-god on thy right shall ride, And Samas on thy left shall guide. The sixty gods thy will commands To crush Khumbaba's bands. In man alone, do not confide, Thine eyes turn to the gods, Who rule from their abodes, And trust in ...
— Babylonian and Assyrian Literature • Anonymous
... see, I see, fate's decree doth bind me; Where'er I hide, thou sure wilt find me. My love to thee I must now render, And my sweet ...
— Sielanka: An Idyll • Henryk Sienkiewicz
... flowers of winning grace; And sun-tanned August, with her swarthy charms, The beautiful and rich; and pastoral, gay September, with her pomp of fields and farms; And wild November's sybilline array;— In spite of Beauty's calendar, the Year Garlands with Beauty's prize the bonny May. Where'er she goes, fair Nature hath no peer, And months do love their queen ...
— Life and Remains of John Clare - "The Northamptonshire Peasant Poet" • J. L. Cherry
... JOHN, protected me from harm, What I have said may be some small return. I do dislike to leave thee here, so lonely; But since I for my BERTHO went in search, Nought stays my footsteps long. Where'er I go, Whether I be successful in my search, Or perish by the way, I trust again We shall in spirit, if not in body, meet. I have seen this witching Pole-Queen; I have passed This circling cold and stood in the warm heart Of her domains—have pressed ...
— The Arctic Queen • Unknown
... for me! false hearts I've found, where I had deem'd them true, And stricken hopes lie all around where'er I turn my view; Yet it may be, when far remov'd, the voice of memory May yet remind thee how we ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 13, No. 363, Saturday, March 28, 1829 • Various
... Air-wanderer! in what burning zone Thou wilt appear, when from the azure vault Of our high heaven thy majesty shall fade; Tell me, winged Vapor! where hath been thy home Through the unchangeable serene of noon? Whate'er thy garniture, where'er thy course, Would I could follow thee in thy far flight, When the south wind of eve is low and soft, And my thought rises to the mighty source Of all sublimity! O fleeting cloud, Would I were with ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, January 1844 - Volume 23, Number 1 • Various
... and fade and die and wither, 55 For I breathe, and lo! they are not. From the waters and the marshes Rise the wild goose and the heron, Fly away to distant regions, For I speak, and lo! they are not. 60 And where'er my footsteps wander, All the wild beasts of the forest Hide themselves in holes and caverns, And the earth becomes as flintstone!" "When I shake my flowing ringlets," 65 Said the young man, softly laughing, "Showers of rain fall ...
— The Song of Hiawatha - An Epic Poem • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... man possess, Sir Thorvald hight; Though fierce in war, kind acts in peace Were his delight. From port to port his vessels fast Sailed wide around, And made, where'er they anchor cast, His name renown'd. But Thorvald has freed ...
— Tord of Hafsborough - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... the skin of fawn, From her bare shoulder backward borne. Wild Nature, spreading all her charms, Welcomed her children to her arms; Laugh'd the huge oaks, and shook with glee, In answer to their revelry; Kind Night would cast her softest dew Where'er their roving footsteps flew; So bright the joyous fountains gush'd, So proud the swelling rivers rush'd, That mother Earth they well might deem, With honey, wine, and milk, for them Most bounteously had fed the stream. ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXLV. July, 1844. Vol. LVI. • Various
... castle comes And goes where'er the will Of him who holds the rule within Shall bid, his hest ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller
... deep affectation and recollection I often think of the Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in days of childhood Fling round my cradle their magic spells— On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork of thee With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant ...
— Story of Chester Lawrence • Nephi Anderson
... gentleman would laugh, And bless me with a penny. Hark! 't is a footstep that I hear; A stranger is approaching; I must away-were I found here I should be thought encroaching. One last, last look-my old, old home! One memory more of childhood! I'll not forget, where'er I roam, ...
— Town and Country, or, Life at Home and Abroad • John S. Adams
... Over the Eastern firths High flashed their manes. Smiled from the cloud-eaves out Allfather Odin, Waiting the battle-sport: Freya stood by him. 'Who are these heroes tall— Lusty-limbed Longbeards? Over the swans' bath Why cry they to me? Bones should be crashing fast, Wolves should be full-fed, Where'er such, mad-hearted, Swing hands ...
— Hypatia - or, New Foes with an Old Face • Charles Kingsley
... fine to walk in spring, When leaves are born, and hear birds sing? And when they lose their singing powers, In summer, watch the bees at flowers? Is it not fine, when summer's past, To have the leaves, no longer fast, Biting my heel where'er I go, Or dancing lightly on my toe? Now winter's here and rivers freeze; As I walk out I see the trees, Wherein the pretty squirrels sleep, All standing in the snow so deep: And every twig, however small, Is blossomed white and beautiful. Then welcome, winter, with thy power To ...
— Foliage • William H. Davies
... a welcome in this Western Land Like the old welcomes, which were said to give The friendly heart where'er they gave the hand; Within this soil the social virtues live, Like its own forest trees, unprun'd and free— At least there is one welcome here for me: A breast that pillowed all my sorrows past, And waits my coming now, and ...
— The Emigrant - or Reflections While Descending the Ohio • Frederick William Thomas
... he strove for, With bold undaunted brow, And his name and fame roll brightening on Along the years till now, All honour to his memory, May his words, where'er they fall, Bring forth the love of liberty, ...
— Verses and Rhymes by the way • Nora Pembroke
... life spreads round the holy spires; Where'er they rise, the sylvan waste retires, And aery ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 27, January, 1860 • Various
... to the whole company]. I go to scale the Future's possibilities! Farewell! [Softly to SVANHILD. God bless thee, bride of my life's dawn, Where'er I be, to nobler ...
— Love's Comedy • Henrik Ibsen
... dregs out of the cup of hate; The bitterness of sorrow, shame, and scorn; Where'er the tongues of mortals curse their fate, She saw herself an outcast and forlorn; And hating sore the day that she was born, Down in the dust she cast her golden head, There with rent raiment and fair tresses torn, At feet of Corythus ...
— Helen of Troy • Andrew Lang
... Where'er An English heart exists to do and dare, Where, amid Afric's sands, the lion roars, Where endless winter chains the silent shores, Where smiles the sea round coral islets bright, Where Brahma's temple's sleep in glowing ...
— Christmas: Its Origin and Associations - Together with Its Historical Events and Festive Celebrations During Nineteen Centuries • William Francis Dawson
... heart Was palpitating with its nameless fear), As, wrapped in vaguest dreams, and purposeless, I laced my shoe and gazed upon the sky. Then strange determination stirred in me; And, turning sharply on my chair, I said, "Edward, where'er you go to-day, I go!" If I had smitten him upon the face, It had not tingled with a hotter flame. He turned upon me with a look of hate— A something worse than anger—and, with oaths, Raved like a fiend, and cursed ...
— Bitter-Sweet • J. G. Holland
... be a shame, fair lady, For to bear a woman hence; English soldiers never carry Any such without offence."— "I'll quickly change myself, if it be so, And like a page I'll follow thee, where'er thou go."— ...
— A Bundle of Ballads • Various
... happiness, your yearning shall be the expression of my own aching heart. I shall break bread with you and we shall bathe together in the river. I shall sleep with you and wake with you, and be content to see you where'er I turn." ...
— A Tramp's Sketches • Stephen Graham
... earth in its diurnal round, 490 She would ascend, and win the spirits there To let her join their chorus. Mortals found That on those days the sky was calm and fair, And mystic snatches of harmonious sound Wandered upon the earth where'er she passed, 495 And happy thoughts of ...
— The Witch of Atlas • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee! Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and ...
— Many Thoughts of Many Minds - A Treasury of Quotations from the Literature of Every Land and Every Age • Various
... both night and day, That she may cast al care away, And leve in rest That evermo, where'er she be, I ...
— Outlines of English and American Literature • William J. Long
... and bee, We learn the lessons they teach; And seek, by kindly deeds, to win A loving friend in each. And though unseen on earth we dwell, Sweet voices whisper low, And gentle hearts most joyously greet The Elves where'er ...
— Flower Fables • Louisa May Alcott
... tattered vest, Thy toil is fraught with greater gains Than his that bleeds where warrior crest Slays thousands on the battled plains! Thy duty prompts to build, to grow, The forest fell, the city plan And scatter seeds of love below, Where'er ...
— Oklahoma and Other Poems • Freeman E. Miller
... Where'er luxuriant Nature spread Her flowery carpet o'er the mead, Or bubbling stream's soft gliding pass To cool and freshen up the grass, Disdaining bounds, he cropped the blade, And wantoned in ...
— Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse • Various
... Long time our homes hath haunted. Greedy Ghoul, As furtive of advance as fierce of soul, The Money-lending Spider is his name, And grim and gruesome was his little game. Of swollen body, of protuberant beak, He knew that Youths were green, and Infants weak, And spun his web, invisible but strong, Where'er GRAY's well-named "little triflers" throng, Who, verily unmindful of their doom, He watched from forth his grubby haunts of gloom, And strove by sinister device to lure, Till, 'midst his viscous mazes once secure, Them he might seize and suck. The ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, April 2, 1892 • Various
... Amid the serried ranks, whose steel array Glowed in the noonday sun, and threw a flood Of wavy sheen into the fragrant air, Zenobia rode; and, like an angry spirit, Commissioned from above to chastise men, Where'er she moved was death. There was a flash Of scorn that lighted up her fiery eye, A glance of wrath upon her countenance— There was a terror in her frenzied arm That struck dismay into the boldest heart. Alas for her, Fortune was unpropitious! Her fearless valor found an overmatch In ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 4 October 1848 • Various
... armed from head to heel the Bishop Jerome shows; He ever brings good fortune to my Cid where'er he goes. "Mass have I said, and now I come to join you in the fray; To strike a blow against the Moor in battle if I may, And in the field win honor for my order and my hand. It is for this that I am here, far from my native land. Unto Valencia did I come to cast my ...
— The Book of the Epic • Helene A. Guerber
... face; And I inhale with fishy grace, My gills outflapping right and left, Ol. pin. sylvest. I am bereft Of a great deal of charm by this— Not quite the bull's eye for a kiss— But like a gnome of olden time Or bogey in a pantomime. For ladies' love I once was fit, But now am rather out of it. Where'er I go, revolted curs Snap round my military spurs; The children all retire in fits And scream their bellowses to bits. Little I care: the worst's been done: Now let the cold impoverished sun Drop frozen from ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 23 (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... of God, rejoice," Sang that melancholy voice, "Rejoice, the maid is fair to see; The bower is decked for her and thee; The ivory lamps around it throw A soft and pure and mellow glow. Where'er the chastened lustre falls On roof or cornice, floor or walls, Woven of pink and rose appear Such words as love delights to hear. The breath of myrrh, the lute's soft sound, Float through the moonlight galleries round. O'er beds of ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 3. (of 4) • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... cherished *****! learning's home, Where'er the fates may bid us roam, Though friends and kindred be forgot, Be sure we ...
— Ups and Downs in the Life of a Distressed Gentleman • William L. Stone
... love, And let me sing, in wild delight, "I will—I will be mad to-night!" Alcmaeon once, as legends tell, Was frenzied by the fiends of hell; Orestes, too, with naked tread, Frantic paced the mountain-head; And why? a murdered mother's shade Haunted them still where'er they strayed. But ne'er could I a murderer be, The grape alone shall bleed for me; Yet can I shout, with wild delight, "I ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
... comrades laughed and passed. I said, "If in those lands you wander still, In spirit, God, and work your will," I whispered in the marble ear So low—because the walls might hear— The painted lips they smiled at me— "O guard my love, where'er he be." ...
— The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems • Dora Sigerson
... go where'er I will, I hear a sky-born music still: It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that's fair, from all that's foul, Peals ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... as for you With eyes so sharp for your own selfish ends, Who by the wayside ask where'er ye go, "Where is the dwelling of the prince? and seek Gain more than godliness, I know full well Your deep contempt for one too poor to bribe Your false allegiance, and the unkind device Ye wrongfully imagine. Will ...
— Man of Uz, and Other Poems • Lydia Howard Sigourney
... dies and leaves his niece A clear two thousand pounds per ann. "Ah! now," she cries, "I'm blest indeed, "I'll help the poor where'er I can." ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis |
