"EV" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... locks are closed, that none may causeless leave his home, Nor few the years I shall be closed while Caesar reigns in Rome." Thus spake the god; and lifting high his head of diverse view, Scann'd east and west, and all that's spread beneath the ethereal blue; And peace rein'd o'er wide earth; ev'n where i' the north, with surly wave, The rebel Rhine to Caesar's arms their latest triumph gave; Peace, hoary Janus, make thou sure for ever; and may they Who purchased peace embrace ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 57, No. 351, January 1845 • Various
... Majesty! May Heav'n augment your blisses, On ev'ry new birthday ye see, A humble poet wishes! My bardship here, at your levee, On sic a day as this is, Is sure an uncouth sight to see, Amang thae birthday dresses Sae ...
— Society for Pure English, Tract 5 - The Englishing of French Words; The Dialectal Words in Blunden's Poems • Society for Pure English
... you warn't heah dat same Mista Gregor 'd be in Centaville ev'y Sunday, a raisin' Cain. Humph—I ...
— At Fault • Kate Chopin
... wuz a-sayin', dis yer Skundus growed up ter be a peart, lively kind er boy, en' wuz very well liked on de plantation. He never quo'lled wid de res' er de ban's en' alluz behaved 'isse'f en' tended ter his wuk. De only fault he had wuz his sleep'ness. He'd haf ter be woke up ev'y mawnin' ter go ter his wuk, en' w'enever he got a chance he'd fall ersleep. He wuz might'ly nigh gittin' inter trouble mod'n once fer gwine ter sleep in de fiel'. I never seed his beat fer sleepin'. He could sleep ...
— The Conjure Woman • Charles W. Chesnutt
... Father, Thy forgiveness need; Alas! their hearts have only place for tears! Forgive them, Father, ev'ry wrongful deed, And every sin of those four bloody years; And give them strength to bear their boundless loss, And from their hearts take every thought of hate; And while they climb their Calvary with their cross, Oh! help them, Father, ...
— Poems: Patriotic, Religious, Miscellaneous • Abram J. Ryan, (Father Ryan)
... picked us out ez speshul favorites. Good fortune is plum' showered on us. We've got a snug holler like this, one uv the finest homes a man could live in, an' round us is a wilderness runnin' thousands uv miles, chock full uv game, waitin' to be hunted by us. Ev'ry time the savages think they've got us, an' it looks too ez ef they wuz right, we slip right out uv thar hands an' the scalps are still growin' full an' free, squar'ly on top uv our heads. We shorely do git away always, an' it 'pears to me, Paul, that we are 'bout ...
— The Eyes of the Woods - A story of the Ancient Wilderness • Joseph A. Altsheler
... can stan' on my own feet, boys," he answered. "I've been a-tinkerin' up the ol' stand, an' I'm a-goin' to start in again to-morrow. You fellers come here an' get yer breakfast, an' that's all the help I'll ask, 'cept that ev'ry last one o' ye'll give that ...
— The Bishop's Shadow • I. T. Thurston
... "We don' hear ev'ry day thet we live on a town site with a railroad a-comin'," Lancaster said, following her ...
— The Plow-Woman • Eleanor Gates
... "It ain't ev'rybody I'd put to sleep in this room," said old Mrs. Jinks to the fastidious and extremely nervous young minister who was spending a night ...
— Good Stories from The Ladies Home Journal • Various
... Queen. Ev'n that confirms me, I have loved amiss; Since thou canst know I love, and not imagine It ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Vol. II • Edited by Walter Scott
... small girl pushing a perambulator loaded with bundles of washing. Her first impulse was pity—"Poor little thing"; but the words were hardly in her mind before they were chased away by a faint indignation at the child for getting in the tram's way. Everybody ought to look where they were going. Ev-ry bo-dy ought to look where they were go-ing, said the pitching tramcar. Ev-ry bo-dy.... Oh, sickening! Jenny looked at her neighbour's paper—her refuge. "Striking speech," she read. Whose? What did it matter? Talk, talk.... ...
— Nocturne • Frank Swinnerton
... "Seems like ev'ry time I been ready to lay down and die you've been there with your old 'Don't you care! It's going ...
— In a Little Town • Rupert Hughes
... Like the Angelick Off-spring of the Skies, With beatifick Glories in your Eyes: Sparkling with radiant Lustre all Divine, } Angels, and Gods! oh Heavens! how bright they shine! } Are you Belvira? can I think you mine! } Beyond ev'n Thought, I do thy Beauties see, Can such a Heaven of Heavens be kept for me! Oh be assur'd, I shall be ever true, I must—— For if I would, I can't be false to you. Oh! how I wish I might no longer stay, } Tho' I resolve I will no Time delay, } One Tedious Week, and then I'll fleet ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume V • Aphra Behn
... Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the ...
— The Hundred Best English Poems • Various
... roses there Will get along without his care, An' how the lilac bush will face The loneliness about th' place; For ev'ry spring an' summer, he Has been the chum o' plant an' tree, An' every livin' thing has known A comradeship that's finer grown, By havin' him from year t' year. Now very soon they'll all be here, An' I am ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... several minutes, she added, in a more reassuring voice: "I reckon as how hit'll be all right, ma'm. I wouldn't worry myself, if I was you. That there bank-place, like as not, gits er right smart lot of letters, an' hit stands ter reason the feller just naturally can't write back ter ev'rybody at once." ...
— The Re-Creation of Brian Kent • Harold Bell Wright
... Jimmy Grayson," he said. "I'd know you off-hand by your picture, which I guess hez been printed in ev'ry newspaper in the United States. I 'low it's a powerful honor to me to hev ...
— The Candidate - A Political Romance • Joseph Alexander Altsheler
... of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake: For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is ...
— Problems of Immanence - Studies Critical and Constructive • J. Warschauer
... think I doknowye. You're Mulcahy men, ev' moth's sonofye; and you've come to this 'ere meet'n' to put down free-ee-dom of speech. But yer carndoit. 'Peat it, yer ca-arn-doit. I d'fy ye. ...
— Round the Block • John Bell Bouton
... liberal mind, That on the needy much bestows, From Heav'n a sure reward shall find; From Heav'n, whence ev'ry blessing flows. Who largely gives with willing hand, Or quickly gives with willing heart, His fame shall spread throughout the land, His ...
— A Righte Merrie Christmasse - The Story of Christ-Tide • John Ashton
... objection to ev'ry intelligent man votin' if he wants to. It's a pleasant amoosement, no doubt; but there is those whose igrance is so dense and loathsum that they shouldn't be trustid with a ballit any more'n one of my trained serpunts should be trusted with a ...
— The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 5 • Charles Farrar Browne
... to the City, It has no Government at all, alack the more the Pity; A Wife, a silly Animal, esteemed in that same Place, For there a Civil Woman's now asham'd to shew her Face: The Misses there have each Man's Time, his Money, nay, his Heart, Then all in all, both great and small, and all in ev'ry Part. ...
— Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6 • Various
... Oh, where shall majesty bestow its favours, Since Essex has a traitor proved to me, Whose arm hath raised him up to power and greatness; Whose heart has shared in all his splendid triumphs, And feels, ev'n now, his trait'rous deeds with pity? But hence with pity, and the woman's pangs: Resentment governs, and the ...
— The Earl of Essex • Henry Jones
... master! to our favoured isle, Already partial to thy name and style; Long may thy fountain of invention run In streams as rapid as it first begun; While skill for each fantastic whim provides, And certain science ev'ry current guides! Oh, may thy days, from human sufferings free, Be blest with glory and felicity, With full fruition, to a distant hour, Of all thy magic and creative power! Blest in thyself, with rectitude of mind, And blessing, with ...
— Among the Great Masters of Music - Scenes in the Lives of Famous Musicians • Walter Rowlands
... is like a winged seed Blown from the heart of thy rare beauty's flower, And deftly guided by some breezy power To fall and rest, where I should never heed, In deepest caves of memory. There, indeed, With virtue rife of many a sunny hoar,— Ev'n making cold neglect and darkness dower Its roots with life,—swiftly it 'gan to breed, Till now wide-branching tendrils it outspreads Like circling arms, to prison its own prison, Fretting the walls with blooms by myriads, And blazoning in my brain ...
— Rose and Roof-Tree - Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... checquer'd pavement ev'ry square Is nicely fitted by the mason's care: So all thy words are plac'd with curious art, And ev'ry ...
— Cicero's Brutus or History of Famous Orators; also His Orator, or Accomplished Speaker. • Marcus Tullius Cicero
... the 'old I have on yer aunt. Lady Susan Hetth, sister of Colonel Bob 'etth, V.C., creeping out h'of a gentleman's rooms at three h'o'clock of the mornin' an' payin' me 'ush money—think of h'it. Now what 'ev you got to say. Why don't you be sensible an' quiet, gal? I've got yer, it ain't no use kickin'. Be sensible an' I'll smother you in di'monds, give yer two Rolls-Royce, yacht, Monty Carlo any time, Park Lane—make every other woman want ter scratch yer ...
— Leonie of the Jungle • Joan Conquest
... danger? Would you change the goverment, Make it a Monarchie? Suppose this don And any man you favourd most set up, Shall your authoritie by him encrease? Be not so foolishly seducd; for what Can hope propose to you in any change Which ev'n now you posses not? ...
— A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II • Various
... in a high voice of defensive complaint. "No'm, Miss Julia, I ain' lef no baskit on no front po'che! I got jus' th'ee markit baskits in the livin' worl' an' they ev'y las' one an' all sittin' right where I kin lay my han's on 'em behime my back do'. No'm, Miss Julia, I take my solemn oaf I ain' lef no——" But here she debouched upon the porch, and in spite of the darkness perceived herself to be in the presence of distinguished ...
— Gentle Julia • Booth Tarkington
... sun, whom light nor flight can match! Suppose thy lightful flightful wings Thou lend to me, And I could flee As far as thee the evening brings: Ev'n led to west he would me catch, Nor should I lurk ...
— England's Antiphon • George MacDonald
... with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I count them over, ev'ry one ...
— The Rosary • Florence L. Barclay
... we may be like other folks is? There's troubles comes to all, but we can bear them like the rest. What's to hinder? I thought there was some one else, an' that you didn't like. God knows, Jen, if that 'ad been the way, I'd never 'ev troubled you again; but last night when we heard your mother was took bad, an' mother an' me stepped round to see what we could do, an' you let on as you did 'ave a caring for me, I says,—"Let's be cried in the church," so as your mother could die happy, if die ...
— A Dozen Ways Of Love • Lily Dougall
... plain and most necessary duties of life, and a more firm and universal expectation of a future state of rewards and punishments, than in any heathen country any considerable number of men were found to have had." (Clarke, Ev. Nat. Rel. ...
— Evidences of Christianity • William Paley
... Nor ever yet had Arthur fought a fight Like this last dim, weird battle of the west. A death-white mist slept over sand and sea: Whereof the chill, to him who breathed it, drew Down with his blood, till all his heart was cold With formless fear; and ev'n on Arthur fell Confusion, since he saw not whom he fought, For friend and foe were shadows in the mist, And friend slew friend not knowing whom he slew; And some had visions out of golden youth, And some beheld the faces ...
— Myths and Legends of All Nations • Various
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— The Treasure-Train • Arthur B. Reeve
... afternoon, an' we stayed in our room, an' hung our clothes an' things about on nails an' hooks, an' made believe they was armor an' ancient trophies an' portraits of a long line of ancesters. I did most of the make-believin' but he agreed to ev'rything. The man who kep' the house's wife brought us our supper about dark, because she said she thought we might like to have it together cozy, an' so we did, an' was glad enough of it; an' after ...
— Rudder Grange • Frank R. Stockton
... Man of your Character, gives me greater Concern than to finish the most Elaborate Play, and support the various Conflicts which naturally attend ev'ry Author; how the Town in ...
— The Fine Lady's Airs (1709) • Thomas Baker
... always be ready to kill, May ev'ry Day here take his Stand, if he will; And the soldier, who'd bluster and challenge secure, May draw boldly here, for—we'll hold ...
— All About Coffee • William H. Ukers
... the Doc says. I cough away some of these nights like a sheep with lung-worm. I feel all right myself; but ev'ry time I talks about getting a shift on like, ole Doc gets busy with his water-diviner—'breathe in breathe out'—and then he says, 'Say "Ah-h-h."' Then he thumps away wid his fingers. I reckon I'm about as chuberculer ...
— The Tale of a Trooper • Clutha N. Mackenzie
... like false Prophets, they ne'er rise again. Too late, when cast, your Favour one beseeches, And Epilogues prove Execution Speeches. Yet sure I spy no Busie-Bodies here; And one may pass, since they do ev'ry where. Sowr Criticks, Time and Breath, and Censures waste, And baulk your Pleasure to refine your Taste. One busie Don ill-tim'd high Tenets Preaches, Another yearly shows himself in Speeches. Some snivling Cits, wou'd have a Peace ...
— The Busie Body • Susanna Centlivre
... blessed morn, When was born the Virgin's Son, Who from heights of glorious worth, Unto earth His way has won; All the heav'ns grow bright to greet Him, Forth to meet Him, ev'ry one! ...
— A Celtic Psaltery • Alfred Perceval Graves
... a bird in the bower, Awaken'd my hope and my pride; She won on my heart ev'ry hour, And I could ...
— Poems • Matilda Betham
... "Listen, Ev!" he cried. "I've seen her! Oh, a peach! a little queen! Her name is Corinna Playfair. Isn't that mellifluous? Corinna Playfair! Corinna Playfair! Like honey on the tongue! Listen, when I came in a while ago I heard a woman's ...
— The Deaves Affair • Hulbert Footner
... by his side Bloody Catullus leaning on his guide: Decrepit, yet a furious lover he, And deeply smit with charms he could not see. A monster, that ev'n this worst age outvies, Conspicuous and above the common size. A blind base flatterer; from some bridge or gate, Raised to a murd'ring minister of state. Deserving still to beg upon the road, And bless each passing ...
— The Germany and the Agricola of Tacitus • Tacitus
... would I awst you to. (Shaking his head.) Naow, naow: it IS dinegerous. But hall the more call for a hescort if they should ev it hin their ...
— Captain Brassbound's Conversion • George Bernard Shaw
... of renown, A fame of thee shall ne'er go down; Since truth with zeal thou didst pursue, To Zion's king loyal and true. Ev'n when the dragon spil'd his flood, Resist thou didst unto ...
— Biographia Scoticana (Scots Worthies) • John Howie
... ravings, Goulburn, to no theme were fix'd. Not ev'n thy virtue is without its spots; With piety thy politics were mix'd, And now they courted Peel, now ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 1, September 5, 1841 • Various
... Brittany return'd, And marriage with a princess of that realm, Isolt the White—Sir Tristram of the Woods— Whom Lancelot knew, had held sometime with pain His own against him, and now yearn'd to shake The burthen off his heart in one full shock With Tristram ev'n to death: his strong hands gript And dinted the gilt dragons right and left, Until he groan'd for wrath—so many of those, That ware their ladies' colors on the casque, Drew from before Sir Tristram to the bounds, And there with gibes and nickering mockeries ...
— The Last Tournament • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... is not to be reasoned down or lost, In high ambition, or a thirst for greatness; 'Tis second life, it grows into the soul, Warms ev'ry vein, and beats in ev'ry pulse; I feel it here; my resolution ...
— Elsie's children • Martha Finley
... last advance, with bashful grace, Downcast eye, and blushing cheek, Timid air, and beauteous face, Anville,-whom the Graces seek. Though ev'ry beauty is her own, And though her mind each virtue fills, Anville,-to her ...
— Evelina • Fanny Burney
... all being! throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Center and soul of ev'ry sphere, Yet to each loving heart ...
— The Otterbein Hymnal - For Use in Public and Social Worship • Edmund S. Lorenz
... wandered o'er At morn and evening's hour, Or listening to the breakers' roar, Or wondering at their power. Beneath their din I madly sought, With ev'ry nerve bestirred, To drown for aye the demon, thought,— But, ah! ...
— Eventide - A Series of Tales and Poems • Effie Afton
... inform'd She was the Moabitess that return'd With Naomi: and she did ask, said he, That here amongst the reapers she might be, And that she might have liberty to glean Among the sheaves. And she all day hath been, Ev'n from the morning until now, with us, That she hath stay'd a little in the house. Then Boaz said to Ruth, observe, my daughter, That thou go not from hence, or follow after The reapers of another field, but where My maidens are, see that thou ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... Leg!—she knew its gleam! And up she started and tried to scream,— But ev'n in the moment she started Down came the limb with a frightful smash, And, lost in the universal flash That her eyeballs made at so mortal a crash, The ...
— The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood • Thomas Hood
... your sex Was never in the right! y'are always false, Or silly; ev'n your dresses are not more Fantastic than your appetites; you think Of nothing twice; opinion you have none. To-day y'are nice, to-morrow not so free; Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then glad; Now pleas'd, now not: and ...
— The Orphan - or, The Unhappy Marriage • Thomas Otway
... been yere partic'ler 'cept Mister Harry Rutter. Dey alls knowed you was away. Been yere mos' ev'ry day—come ...
— Kennedy Square • F. Hopkinson Smith
... know dis yer life ev'lastin' w'at Miss Sally puts 'mong de cloze in de trunk; well, dat's rabbit terbacker. Den Brer Rabbit sot dar long time, he did, turnin' his mine over en wukken his thinkin' masheen. Bimeby he got up, en sorter stir 'roun'. Den Brer ...
— Uncle Remus • Joel Chandler Harris
... Wherefore ev'ry man, When his affairs go on most swimmingly, E'en then it most behooves to arm himself Against the coming storm: loss, danger, exile, Returning ever, let him look to meet; His son in fault, wife dead, or daughter sick; All common accidents, and may have happen'd That nothing ...
— Cicero's Tusculan Disputations - Also, Treatises On The Nature Of The Gods, And On The Commonwealth • Marcus Tullius Cicero
... one thing wanting to supply, Humour, that Soul of Comic Poesy. The Roman Fools were drawn so high ... the Pit Might take 'em now for Modern Men of Wit. But Moliere painted with a bolder Hand, And mark'd his Oafs with the Fool's-Cap and Band: To ev'ry Vice he tagged the just Reproach, Shew'd Worth on Foot, and ...
— The Pretentious Young Ladies • Moliere
... The past have fattened at the public crib, And find no sympathy for Caesar's plan To mould this commonwealth on model grand Perfected by the chivalry front which Both he and thou didst draw sweet childhood's milk. These men did quick condone the ev'ry act Which emanated from the Northern mind. Yearly were millions spent on bootless task Of feeding vacant minds on useless food Because unfitted to their various needs. "A little knowledge is a dang'rous thing" And doth unfit the ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
... it up" amongst themselves, and the husband enjoys comparative peace. But the Moslem is bound by his law to deal equally with the four, each must have her dresses her establishment and her night, like her sister wives. The number is taken from the Jews (Arbah Turim Ev. Hazaer, i.) "the wise men have given good advice that a man should not marry more than four wives." Europeans, knowing that Moslem women are cloistered and appear veiled in public, begin with believing them to be mere articles of luxury, and only after long residence ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 3 • Richard F. Burton
... thoughts of mother, sister, friends, and all The many little things that please the heart, The dreams, the hopes, from which we cannot part. These songs are as sweet waters, where we find Health in the sparkling wave that nerves the mind. In ev'ry home, at ev'ry cottage door, By ev'ry fireside, when our toil is o'er, These songs are round us—near our cradles sigh, And to the grave attend ...
— Jasmin: Barber, Poet, Philanthropist • Samuel Smiles
... "Ev'y button off'n these draw's," Mammy answered to my alarmed question—alarmed because I anticipated some disaster to my wardrobe. "Hit's a mortal shame. I'll take 'em home, an' Monday I'll get some buttons on Broad ...
— Southern Lights and Shadows • Edited by William Dean Howells & Henry Mills Alden
... thou, love, thou great mysterious thing? From what hid stock does thy strange nature spring? 'Tis thou that mov'st the world through ev'ry part, And hold'st the vast frame close that nothing start From the due place and office first ordained, By thee were all things made and are sustained. Sometimes we see thee fully and can say From hence thou took'st thy rise and went'st that way, ...
— The Love Letters of Dorothy Osborne to Sir William Temple, 1652-54 • Edward Abbott Parry
... the hangar, watching the automobile parties of pretty girls with lordly chaperons that came to call on Grahame-White and Drexel. "Some heart-winners, them guys, but I back my boss against them and ev'body ...
— The Trail of the Hawk - A Comedy of the Seriousness of Life • Sinclair Lewis
... give you welcome To the best that's in the land, Feel the sort o' grip they give you When they take you by the hand. Hear 'em say, "We 're glad to have you, Better stay a week er two;" An' the way they treat you makes you Feel that ev'ry ...
— The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar • Paul Laurence Dunbar
... I guess we can find it. Yeh know there was a boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th' world an' all of. Jack was a nice feller. By ginger, it hurt like thunder t' see ol' Jack jest git knocked flat. We was a-standin' purty peaceable fer a spell, 'though there was men runnin' ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin' like that, 'long come a big fat feller. He began t' peck at Jack's elbow, an' he ses: 'Say, where 's th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no attention, an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' ...
— The Red Badge of Courage - An Episode of the American Civil War • Stephen Crane
... one hand that there is a future existence in heaven with the gods, and on the other (rather a materialistic view) that immortality is nothing but continued existence in the person of one's descendants, who are virtually one's self in another body: dehatvam ev[a]'nyat, "only the body is different" (ib) 2. As to cosmogony it is stated to be (not the emanation of an [a]tm[a]) but the "emission (creation) of the Father-god and of the seers" (the latter being visible ...
— The Religions of India - Handbooks On The History Of Religions, Volume 1, Edited By Morris Jastrow • Edward Washburn Hopkins
... our bullicks perished when the drought was on the land, An' the burnin' heat that dazzles as it dances on the sand; When the sun-baked clay an' gravel paves for miles the burnin' creeks, An' at ev'ry step yer travel there a rottin' carcase reeks — But we pulled ourselves together, for we never used ter know What a feather bed was good for in those days o' ...
— In the Days When the World Was Wide and Other Verses • Henry Lawson
... withal When she did note how others took his eye And wore rue after. Thus was her white peace Undarkened till, it so befell, these two Meeting as they a hundred times had met On hill-path or at crossing of the weir, Her beauty broke on him like some rare flower That was not yesterday. Ev'n so the Spring Unclasps the girdle of its loveliness Abruptly, in the North here: long the drifts Linger in hollows, long on bough and briar No slight leaf ventures, lest the frost's keen tooth Nip it, and then all suddenly the earth Is nought but scent and bloom. So unto him Griselda's grace unclosed. ...
— Wyndham Towers • Thomas Bailey Aldrich
... have their pussies, Now ferns in meadow lands Hold little downy leaflets, Like clinging baby hands. Like rosy baby fingers Show oak-leaves 'gainst the blue; The little ones of nature Are ev'rywhere in view. ...
— Friends and Helpers • Sarah J. Eddy
... I to the market haste, Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy taste. A curious fowl and sparagrass I chose; (For I remember you were fond of those:) Three shillings cost the first, the last seven groats; Sullen you turn from ...
— Autobiography, Letters and Literary Remains of Mrs. Piozzi (Thrale) (2nd ed.) (2 vols.) • Mrs. Hester Lynch Piozzi
... Farmer's day is done, In the barnyard, ev'ry one, Beast and bird politely say, "Thank you ...
— Pinafore Palace • Various
... innocent glee—dost with thy white hands pull Pink scented apples from the garden trees To fling at me, I catch them, on my knees, Like those who gather'd manna; and I cull Some hasty buds to pelt thee—white as wool Lilies, or yellow jonquils, or heartsease;— Then I can speak my love, ev'n tho' thy smiles Gush out among thy blushes, like a flock Of bright birds from rose-bowers; but when thou'rt gone I have no speech,—no magic that beguiles, The stream of utterance from the harden'd rock:— The dial cannot speak ...
— The Germ - Thoughts towards Nature in Poetry, Literature and Art • Various
... to be 'appy, Miss Ida, even if the mare was sold. She brought a good price, and ev'rybody about Bellethorne Park knows as Mr. Bellethorne give 'er to you when she was a filly. I 'ope you'll come to see ...
— Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp • Alice B. Emerson
... sweet life, as she flutters nigh, 'Minishing, failing night and day, Cries with a loud and bitter cry, 'Ev'rything ...
— Side Lights • James Runciman
... me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs under the Duke's Table.' Ib. See B.Jons. Ev. Man ...
— Early English Alliterative Poems - in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century • Various
... for lazy master cared, And served each one with what was e'er prepared By him, who in a sombre vault below, Peppered the royal pig with peoples' woe, And grimly glad went laboring till late— The morose alchemist we know as Fate! That ev'ry guest might learn to suit his taste, Behind had Conscience, real or mock'ry, placed; Conscience a guide who every evil spies, But royal nurses early pluck out both ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... tell you; Since I am charg'd in honour, and by him That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel, Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it, or both yourself and me Cry lost, and ...
— The Winter's Tale - [Collins Edition] • William Shakespeare
... Gov'ment ought to do," said the mountaineer moodily, "is to get up ev'ry man there is in the country and then hit hard at the enemy and keep on hittin' until there ain't a breath left in him. But sometimes it seems to me that it's the business of gov'ments in war to keep their ...
— Before the Dawn - A Story of the Fall of Richmond • Joseph Alexander Altsheler
... house the petals trace For modesty a fitting aureole; An alabaster wreath to lay, methought, In dusky hair o'er some fair woman's face Which kindles ev'n such love within the soul As sculptured ...
— A Distinguished Provincial at Paris • Honore de Balzac
... the whole glory of the war rolled by, And gaping Rome seemed all one mighty eye, Behind the living captives came the dead, Poor noseless gods, and some without a head, With pictures, ivory images and plumes, And priceless tapestry from palace-looms; Ev'n such, although Night's alchymy no more The crinkling tinsel turns to precious ore, Appears the pomp of this discarded race, As heaped with spoil they quit their ancient place, Bearing their Lares with them as they go— Two dusty ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, January 1844 - Volume 23, Number 1 • Various
... half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound." "Faith," says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the ground." "Now, Rory, I'll cry if you don't let me go; Sure I drame ev'ry night that I'm hating you so!" "Oh," says Rory, "that same I'm delighted to hear, For drames always go by conthraries, my dear; Oh! jewel, keep draming that same till you die, And bright morning will give dirty night the black ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
... the day's ride, lengthy was the trail, Ev'ry steer was haughty with a high-arched tail, But we held 'em and we shoved 'em for our longin' hearts were tried By a yearnin' for ...
— Songs of the Cattle Trail and Cow Camp • Various
... is all which is quite clear, Ev'n to philosophy, my dear. The God that made us can alone Reveal from whence a spirit's brought Into young life, to light, and thought; And this ...
— Books for Children - The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Vol. 3 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... within that humble bed See how death their pomp decayed and fled With unblushing ribaldry besets! They who ruled o'er north and east and west Suffer now his ev'ry nauseous jest, ...
— The Works of Frederich Schiller in English • Frederich Schiller
... 'spose we go to the little shop opposyte—nice little plyce it looks. I could do a cup o' tea myself, and we can 'ev a quite confab. It's a long time since we'ed a talk together. I come over from Twybridge this mornin'; slep' there last night, and saw yer mother an' Oliver. They couldn't give me a bed, but that didn't mike no matter; I put ...
— Born in Exile • George Gissing
... chance one day whiles ole Miss Rabbit en de little Rabs is out pickin' sallid for dinner. He went in de house, he did, en wait fer Brer Rabbit ter come home. Brer Rabbit had his hours, en dis was one un um, en 't wan't long 'fo' here he come. He got a mighty quick eye, mon, en he tuck notice dat ev'ything mighty still. When he got a little nigher, he tuck notice dat de front door wuz on de crack, en dis make 'im feel funny, kaze he know dat when his ole 'oman en de chillun out, dey allers pulls de door shet en ketch de latch. ...
— The Book of Stories for the Storyteller • Fanny E. Coe
... builds the walls That soon shall shine as Learning's sacred halls; A man so apt at ev'ry art and trade, He well might govern what his ...
— Writings in the United Amateur, 1915-1922 • Howard Phillips Lovecraft
... thunder, He loved her more than plunder, And shewed her many a scar, sir, That he had brought from far, sir, With fighting for her sake. The tailor thought to please her With offering her his measure. The tinker, too, with mettle Said he could mend her kettle, And stop up ev'ry leak. ...
— Love for Love • William Congreve
... traps all pack up an' I gwine take 'em ovah to Missy Stearne's place in de wheel- barrer. Den I gwine red up de house an' take de keys to Mass' Gimble, de agent. Den Polly an' me we go back to our own li'l' house in de lane yondeh. De Kun'l done 'range ev'thing propeh, an' we gwine do jus' like ...
— Mary Louise • Edith van Dyne (one of L. Frank Baum's pen names)
... ev'ry day, wi' buzz an' hum, Into ma garden voes do come; The waspies starm ma gabled wall An' into t' trenches t' grub do crawl. The blackbird, sparrer, tit, an' thrush Do commandeer each curran' bush, While slugs off lettuce take their smack, ...
— The Bed-Book of Happiness • Harold Begbie
... Ajax, with tremendous shield, Infuriate scoured the guiltless field. But I, whose hands no weapon ask, No armor but this joyous flask; The trophy of whose frantic hours Is but a scattered wreath of flowers, Ev'n I can sing, with wild delight, "I will—I ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
... ther polls, an keep um frum votin." "I know all erbout hit," broke in Mrs. Pervis. "Hit will en' in murder, for yer know thet Niggers won't be drove." "Why all ther big guns war there Mandy; merchints, lawyers, docters an ev'n preachers." "Laws e massy me!" exclaimed Mrs. Pervis. "An if ther shepod wus ther, yer kaint blame ther flock." "Teck Pervis did I understan yo ter say that—" "Don't git excited, Mandy, yer jes es well git use ter ther new tern things air takin. Them preachers war thar bekase they ...
— Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly - A Story of the Wilmington Massacre. • David Bryant Fulton
... the Sea did not claim the privilege of the fickleness alleged to be incident to the feminine character is illustrated by the fact that she had but two postmasters in seventy years, a circumstance worthy of note "in days like these, when ev'ry gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow," and the disbursing counter is crowded with claimants for the rewards due for commendable activity in the campaign. One of those two was Peter Bascot, an appointee of Washington. The other was Alfred Huger, "the last of the ...
— Literary Hearthstones of Dixie • La Salle Corbell Pickett
... so glad that the other part of the deader had gone to heaven that they didn't care WHAT I said. Ev'rybody's glad when the other parts of deaders go to heaven. Papa told me to be glad that dear little Phillie was in heaven, an' I WAS, but I do want to ...
— Helen's Babies • John Habberton
... big house, en l'arnt her ter wait on de w'ite folks, 'tel bimeby she come ter be mis's own maid, en 'peared ter 'low she run de house herse'f, ter heah her talk erbout it. I wuz a young boy den, en use' ter wuk about de stables, so I knowed ev'ythin' dat wuz gwine ...
— The Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, 1995, Memorial Issue • Various
... is, though done with fault, Than doing others' work, ev'n excellently. He shall not fall in sin who fronts the task Set him by Nature's hand! Let no man leave His natural duty, Prince! though it bear blame! For every work hath blame, as every flame Is wrapped in ...
— The Bhagavad-Gita • Sir Edwin Arnold
... bags of peanuts—out in a pantry under our back-stoop," said Daisy; "and ev'y morning Tony comes for some to sell. We'll go in, and ask some of the servants to give us some, ...
— Uncle Rutherford's Nieces - A Story for Girls • Joanna H. Mathews
... ye, I'm sure; maybe I can come and spend an ev'ning wi' you; but as soon as I'm got round a bit, I must go see my own people as live at ...
— Sylvia's Lovers, Vol. I • Elizabeth Gaskell
... on to Canaan!" the farmer at their head had repeated, an impressive esteem in his treatment of the word Canaan. "Gre't taown, Canaan! You strike the relroad tha' all righty. Dog-oned ef th'aint abaout ev'thing tha'. Got the cote-haouse an' all, the relroad an' all—Miss Sally Madeira, Mist' Crit Madeira's daughter, she ...
— Sally of Missouri • R. E. Young
... pharna or frana which is found in Arta-phernes and Inta-phernes (Vida-frana), an active participial form from pri, to protect. The initial element in O-phernes represents the Zend hu, Sans, su, Greek ev, as the same letter does in O-manes, O-martes, etc. The Sitra of Sitra-phernes has been explained as probably Ichshatra, "the crown," which is similarly represented in the Safro-pates of Curtius, a name standing to Sitra-phernes exactly as Arta-patas to Arta-phernes. In Mega-bernes the first ...
— The Seven Great Monarchies Of The Ancient Eastern World, Vol 3. (of 7): Media • George Rawlinson
... father has some winter fruit that in December grew; My mither has a silk mantil the waft gaed never through; A sparrow's horn ye soon may find, there's ane on ev'ry claw, And twa upo' the gab o' it, and ...
— Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Second Series • Frank Sidgwick
... court with falsehood's blackness, And stained by the yoke of slavery, Full of godless flattery, of vicious lying, And ev'ry possible knavery. ...
— History of the Jews in Russia and Poland. Volume II • S.M. Dubnow
... in clay, Here let him lay, And silence ev'ry jest; For life's poor play Has past away, And here he ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 17, Number 490, Saturday, May 21, 1831 • Various
... fortune apr'es laquelle je soupirais depuis longtemps: c'est un livre qui me plait infiniment; il est de M. Gaillard; il a Pour titre 'Rivalit'e de la France et de l'Angleterre;' il est par chapitres, et chaque chapitre est les 'ev'enemens du r'egne d'un Roi de France et d'un Roi d'Angleterre contemporains. Il est bien loin d''etre fini; il n'en est qu'a Philippe de Valois et Edouard Trois. Il n'y a que trois volumes; il y en aura peut-'etre douze ou ...
— Letters of Horace Walpole, V4 • Horace Walpole
... holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth: For they can raise sad souls above the earth And fix them there Free from the worlds anxieties and fear. Herbert and you have pow'r To do this: ev'ry hour I read you kills a sin, Or lets a vertue in To fight against it; and the Holy Ghost Supports my frailties, ...
— Waltoniana - Inedited Remains in Verse and Prose of Izaak Walton • Isaak Walton
... then I fell, When fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell Her feature or her fashion. But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, And sometimes fall a-weeping, So I awaked as wise this while As when I fell a-sleeping:— Hey nonny ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... guard thee well: For I'll not kill thee there! nor there! nor there! But, by the zone that circles Venus' waist, I'll kill thee ev'ry where; yea, o'er and o'er.— Thou, wisest Belford, pardon me this brag: Her watchfulness draws folly from my lips; But I'll endeavour deeds to match the words, Or ...
— Clarissa, Volume 4 (of 9) - History Of A Young Lady • Samuel Richardson
... complain That have so good a God, That doth mine heart with comfort fill Ev'n whilst I ...
— Woman's Life in Colonial Days • Carl Holliday
... wrought a spell! Merlin, forsooth! That cheap old humbug, that maundering old ass? Bosh, pure bosh, the silliest bosh in the world! Why, it does seem to me that of all the childish, idiotic, chuckle-headed, chicken-livered superstitions that ev —oh, damn Merlin!" ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... of repenting, Lift vision supernal To raptures eternal. On ev'ry occasion Seek lasting salvation. Pour thy heart out in weeping, While others are sleeping. Pray to Him when all's still, Performing his will. And so shall the angel of peace be thy warden, And guide thee at last ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... costs. Once the Rubicon crossed, they ate heartily. The basket was emptied. It still contained one pat de foie gras, one pat de mauvette, a piece of smoked ham, Crassane pears, a Pont-l'Evque cheese, assorted petits-fours, and a cup full of pickled gherkins and onions, Boule de Suif, like all women, having ...
— Mademoiselle Fifi • Guy de Maupassant
... that were felt when we pass'd by the shore Where no footsteps of Man had e'er yet been imprest, When rose in the distance no mountain-tops hoar As the sun of the ev'ning bright gilded the west, Full swiftly they fled—and that hour, too, is gone When we gain'd the meridian, assign'd as a bound To entitle our crews to their country's first boon, Hail'd by all as an ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 35, June 29, 1850 • Various
... in the depths of infinite love, Filled with all the fulness of God, Joy's cup ev'ry moment filled from above, As ...
— Food for the Lambs; or, Helps for Young Christians • Charles Ebert Orr
... with the lark, and with the lark to bed: The breath of night's destructive to the hue Of ev'ry flower that blows. Go to the field, And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps Soon as the sun departs? Why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite long ere the moon Her oriental veil puts off? Think why, Nor let the sweetest blossom Nature boasts Be thus exposed to night's unkindly ...
— Advice to a Mother on the Management of her Children • Pye Henry Chavasse
... there's none can lend an ear The others story, and her own to hear; But pull and hall, straining for to sputter What they can hardly afford time to utter. Like as a valiant Captain in the Field, By his Conduct, doth make the Foe to yield; Ev'n so, the leading Bell keeping true time, The rest do follow, none commits a Crime: But if one Souldier runs, perhaps a Troop Seeing him gone, their hearts begin to droop; Ev'n so the fault of one Bell spoils a Ring, (And now my ...
— Tintinnalogia, or, the Art of Ringing - Wherein is laid down plain and easie Rules for Ringing all - sorts of Plain Changes • Richard Duckworth and Fabian Stedman
... eyes she brings To ev'ry darksome crack, There was not one! and yet her things Were dropping off her back. She cut her pincushion in two, But no, not one had ...
— Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1 • Edward William Cole
... I hate him too. He stands apart From me, ev'n while he holds me in his arms, By something that I cannot understand. He swears he loves his wife next to his honour! Next? That's too low! I will be ...
— The Poems of Henry Van Dyke • Henry Van Dyke
... sweet Peace, fairest Queen of the sky, Ev'ry bliss in her look, ev'ry charm in her eye. Whilst oppression, corruption, vile slav'ry and fear At his wished for return never more shall appear. Your glasses charge high, 'tis in great Charles' praise, In praise, in praise, 'tis ...
— Prisoners of Hope - A Tale of Colonial Virginia • Mary Johnston
... hev got a good compass,' said Uncle Eb, as we followed the line of the bees. 'It p'ints home ev'ry time, ...
— Eben Holden - A Tale of the North Country • Irving Bacheller
... whose venerable head Bloom'd with the snow-drops of Man's narrow bed, Last night, while by his dying fire, as clos'd The day, in luxury my limbs repos'd, Here Penury oft from misery's mount will guide Ev'n to the summer door his icy tide, And here the avalanche of Death destroy The little ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1 of 8 • Edited by William Knight |
