"Hark" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... 'Hark ye,' he said, his face dark, 'this prideful Sir Marhaus, waiting so long, hath made his terms the harder. I fear, good fellow, your knighthood hath been earned of me too easily, even if ye are not in league ...
— King Arthur's Knights - The Tales Re-told for Boys & Girls • Henry Gilbert
... moment, this latest development of the affair is quite beyond the question. We must hark back to that night at Richmond Road. I must go at once to London," he added, glancing at his watch. "Will ...
— The Seven Secrets • William Le Queux
... "Hark! what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? 'Tis the cry of heathen nations, 'Come and help ...
— Thoughts on Missions • Sheldon Dibble
... we follow that light's example, As might some English Bardolph with his nose, We might defy the sunset—Hark, a chain! ...
— Life Is A Dream • Pedro Calderon de la Barca
... home in his thought and placed each familiar belonging where he had known it all his life. And as he finished, his mother's head shone darkly golden by the piano; her fingers swept over the keys; he heard all their voices, the dear never-forgotten voices. Hark! They were singing his hymn— little Alice's reedy note lifted above the others—"God shall charge ...
— Short Stories for English Courses • Various (Rosa M. R. Mikels ed.)
... Cecilia's praise proclaim, Employ the echo in her name, Hark how the flutes and trumpets raise, At bright Cecilia's name, their lays; The organ labours in her praise. Cecilia's name does all our numbers grace, From every voice the tuneful accents fly, In soaring trebles now it rises high, And now it sinks, ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
... vilely, What "Hear him's" burst from Brother Hiley; When his faltering periods lag, Hark to the ...
— The Political History of England - Vol XI - From Addington's Administration to the close of William - IV.'s Reign (1801-1837) • George Brodrick
... "Hark now!" said Oxenham, "who can speak more boldly than he? and yet he will not help this lad to ...
— Westward Ho! • Charles Kingsley
... incapable either of thought or action, lay, in stupid insensibility, awaiting their fate. These three men alone comprehended the peril that threatened them, and, maddened with drink, defied, in their ferocious desperation, the death that was in store for them. 'Hark! they approach, the rabble revolted from our rule,' cried Vetranio scornfully, 'to take the lives that we despise and the treasures that we have resigned! The hour has come; I go to fire the pile that involves in one common destruction our assassins ...
— Antonina • Wilkie Collins
... Hark! and list the bridal song, As they lead the bride along: "Hear, gentle bride! your mother's sighs, And you would hence away! Weep, weep, for tears become ...
— Jasmin: Barber, Poet, Philanthropist • Samuel Smiles
... to tell to me, 'At fowk noa moor will ha' to dee?" "Noa, hark a minit an' tha'll see When th' truth aw tell! Fowk do withaat mi darts an me, Thev ...
— Yorkshire Ditties, Second Series - To which is added The Cream of Wit and Humour - from his Popular Writings • John Hartley
... example, the Hohenzollerns. One need not hark back to Carlyle's original Conrad, the seeker of his fortune who tramped down from the ancestral cliff-castle on his way to take service under Barbarossa. Before and since the "Grosse Kurfurst" there has been ...
— Camps, Quarters, and Casual Places • Archibald Forbes
... war is breaking out between us and the gods! Come, let each one guard Air, the son of Erebus,(1) in which the clouds float. Take care no immortal enters it without your knowledge. Scan all sides with your glance. Hark! methinks I can hear the rustle of the swift wings of a ...
— The Birds • Aristophanes
... They could frequent the temple, keep their feasts, slay their sacrifices, and be mighty apt about all their significative things. But they loved idols, and lived in the breach of the second table of the law: wherefore God cast them out of his presence: hark what the prophet saith of them, (Amos 4:4) 'Come to Bethel, and transgress; at Gilgal multiply transgression; and bring your sacrifices every morning, and your tithes after three years: and offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... Hark! 'twas the Troubadour breathing her name, As under the battlement softly he came, Singing, "From Palestine hither I come, Ladye-love, ladye-love, ...
— With Spurs of Gold - Heroes of Chivalry and their Deeds • Frances Nimmo Greene
... to cheat her," said the third. "Hark, here, Bebee: my sister, who is a lone woman, as you know well, shall come and bide with you, and ask you nothing—nothing at all—only you shall just give her a crust, perhaps, and a few ...
— Bebee • Ouida
... open defiance is not yet near. It is the time for silent sacrifice. But even shouldst thou live until the Day of Judgment, the hour of Resurrection, thy brethren will always number thee among those who have renounced the Mother. Hark! thy enemies are in pursuit of thee, already near. Should they capture thee, thou must be the slave of their wills, the partner of their crimes, the sport and butt of all their bitter jests throughout the remnant of thy wretched ...
— The Continental Monthly, Volume V. Issue I • Various
... the wide plain stretches, dark and desolate it lies 'Neath the shuddering winds that murmur, 'neath the gleaming of the skies; Hark to the swollen river, how it moaneth in its flow, 'Mid the bridge's fallen arches, 'neath the bushes bending low, Now unbroken by a ripple, flowing silently and still, Gives again unto the heavens ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol III, Issue VI, June, 1863 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... "Hark, Hark, the Lark" William Shakespeare "Sleep, Angry Beauty" Thomas Campion Matin Song Nathaniel Field The Night-Piece: To Julia Robert Herrick Morning William D'Avenant Matin Song Thomas Heywood The Rose Richard Lovelace Song, "See, ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 3 (of 4) • Various
... by God? Hark to a fule talkin'! Why should I wait your pleasure, an' me wi' a tongue in my head? You've jawed long enough. Now you can listen. I'll give myself up, so theer! I'll tell the truth, an' what drove me to desert, an' what you be anyway—as ...
— Children of the Mist • Eden Phillpotts
... Hark! whence that rushing sound? 'Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps Around a lonely ruin 50 When west winds sigh and evening waves respond In whispers from the shore: 'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves The genii ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... find whether I tell the truth or no," observed Quicksilver. "Hark! hush! Hist! hist! ...
— The Gorgon's Head - (From: "A Wonder-Book For Girls and Boys") • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne, And ...
— The Life of Col. James Gardiner - Who Was Slain at the Battle of Prestonpans, September 21, 1745 • P. Doddridge
... twenty. The soil of a court makes a tree old before its time, and—hark! Did I not hear ...
— The King's Esquires - The Jewel of France • George Manville Fenn
... Last night the sun went pale to bed, The moon in halos hid her head; The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For, see, a rainbow spans the sky: The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel. Hark how the chairs and tables crack! Old Betty's joints are on the rack; Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry, The distant hills are seeming nigh. How restless are the snorting swine; The busy flies disturb ...
— The Children's Garland from the Best Poets • Various
... So to hark back. The landing at Rangoon and coming up the river was the best part of the journey from Madras. For descriptions of coming up the Rangoon river see other writers. G. and I had been kept awake for several nights by the natives[20] and finally had to shut our port ...
— From Edinburgh to India & Burmah • William G. Burn Murdoch
... somebody else might find it out. The police had a habit, said Myler, of working like moles—underground. How did Stoner know that some of the Norcaster and London detectives weren't on the job already? They knew by that time that old Kitely was an ex-detective; they'd be sure to hark back on his past doings, in the effort to trace some connexion between one or other of them and his murder. Far away as it was, that old Wilchester affair would certainly come up again. And when it came up—ah, well, observed Myler, with ...
— The Borough Treasurer • Joseph Smith Fletcher
... have audience with the king at once. I can obtain it for thee; God's justice shall not ever sleep, and William is His chosen instrument. Hark!" ...
— The Rival Heirs being the Third and Last Chronicle of Aescendune • A. D. Crake
... if you will not stay," sighed old Perrault. "But hark! Attend one moment, gentlemen. She comes." He lowered his voice. "She goes to-night to the church. She has, you understand, gentlemen, fears. And also—" he leaned over and whispered into ...
— Wide Courses • James Brendan Connolly
... accounts for it, then. It's very muddy to-day, and you must be tired. Hark! there's Florine calling ...
— The Fatal Glove • Clara Augusta Jones Trask
... they have awak'd, And 'tis not done; th' Attempt, and not the Deed, Confounds us—Hark!—I laid the Daggers ready, He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My Father as he slept, I had ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... hark! hark! hark! The dog doth bark, That watches the wild deer's lair. The hunter awakes at the peep of the dawn, But the lair it is empty, the deer it is gone, And ...
— Maid Marian • Thomas Love Peacock
... kind is revealed in a scene in Chapman's play "A Humorous Day's Mirth," 1599. A customer at an ordinary says: "Hark you, my host, have you a pipe of good tobacco?" "The best in the town," says mine host, after the manner of his class. "Boy, dry a leaf." Quietly the boy tells him, "There's none in the house, sir," ...
— The Social History of Smoking • G. L. Apperson
... has ceased to be. Nothing remains of it but a few fragments of its wood and hark, which are carefully preserved as relics by the ancients of Oki. Such a fragment was shown to me in the toko of the guest chamber of the dwelling of a physician of Saigo—the same gentleman whose kindness I have ...
— Glimpses of an Unfamiliar Japan • Lafcadio Hearn
... their nests in the forest bough; Those homes of delight they need not now; And the young and old they wander out, And traverse their green world round about; And hark! at the top of this leafy hall, How, one to the other, they lovingly call: "Come up, come up!" they seem to say, "Where the topmost twigs in the ...
— New National Fourth Reader • Charles J. Barnes and J. Marshall Hawkes
... Hark! That world-wide swell of solemn music, with the clang of a mighty bell breaking forth through its regulated uproar, announces his approach. He comes; a severe, sedate, immovable, dark rider, waving his truncheon ...
— Mosses from an Old Manse and Other Stories • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... Brother Brannum, frowning a little; "but what of that? Death takes no time to feel for wrinkles and furrows, and nuther does plumpness stand in the way. Look at Brother Felix Kendrick,—took off in the very pulse and power of his prime, you may say. Yet, Providence permitting, I am to hark to his funeral to-day." ...
— Mingo - And Other Sketches in Black and White • Joel Chandler Harris
... she might not speak, And then, "Alas!" she cried, "ah, woe is me!" And more had said in accents faint and weak, Pleading for succor and sweet liberty. But hark! across the wide ways of the sea Rose of a sudden such a fierce affray That any but the brave had turned to flee. Ruggiero, turning, looked. To his dismay, Lo, where the monster came ...
— Poems • Alan Seeger
... what, Captain Gower;—I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the 'orld he is: if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind. [March heard.] Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from ...
— King Henry the Fifth - Arranged for Representation at the Princess's Theatre • William Shakespeare
... Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore. Angelic songs to sinful men are telling Of that new life when sin shall be ...
— The World's Great Sermons, Volume 10 (of 10) • Various
... Hark! a sound! cautiously the lattice opens—above him blushes the fair one! How brightly her dark eye flashes! how silver soft ...
— A Love Story • A Bushman
... of them, dear!" said her mother, smiling. "Hark! papa is calling you. Make haste and go down, ...
— Queen Hildegarde • Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
... am already too angry, and do not wish you to make me more so by any fresh insult. Hark ye, do not imagine that you shall ...
— Sganarelle - or The Self-Deceived Husband • Moliere
... 'em—O pal, hark to 'em!" quoth Godby, lifting head to watch a lark that soared aloft. "Here's music, Martin, here's cure for the megrims, hope for the downcast and promise o' joys to come. ...
— Black Bartlemy's Treasure • Jeffrey Farnol
... Hark! strains seraphic fall upon the ear, From shining ones around th' eternal gates: Glad that man's load of guilt may disappear, Infinite strength ...
— Christmas: Its Origin and Associations - Together with Its Historical Events and Festive Celebrations During Nineteen Centuries • William Francis Dawson
... 'Hark you,' he said, 'prince or no prince, that is not how one man should conduct himself with another. What! You'll ride with me incog. and set me talking! But if I know you, you'll preshede me, if you please! Spy!' And the fellow, crimson with drink and injured vanity, almost spat the word ...
— Prince Otto • Robert Louis Stevenson
... exclaimed the lieutenant, "and so compact and handy. Never mind, captain, hark at our guns talking to them. They'll have to disgorge. But, I say, some one must have told them ...
— Devon Boys - A Tale of the North Shore • George Manville Fenn
... then? Who sayeth That the bower indeed is lost? Hark! my spirit in it prayeth Through the sunshine and the frost,— And the prayer preserves it greenly, to the last ...
— Lives of Girls Who Became Famous • Sarah Knowles Bolton
... hailed the banker, "at your old tricks, aren't you? In the cemetery and perfectly happy, I suppose. No 'Hark from the tombs, a doleful sound' in years, eh?... Hum! You don't look very happy this time, though." Then, with a comprehensive glance at the surroundings, he shrugged ...
— Galusha the Magnificent • Joseph C. Lincoln
... for the effectual development of our concerted escape, and I have at length adopted the determination of depriving the Divan of its brightest gem. To-morrow we shall quit this enchanted land, and pursue our course to the Island of the West. But hark! I hear the sound of my Peri's lute among the cypress trees—she is waiting to embrace me. Farewell! and if she is not my bride ere another sunset, I will consent to have my body suspended, like the coffin of ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. XVII. No. 473., Saturday, January 29, 1831 • Various
... new version was composed by Burns, the original chorus being retained. Burns' version commences—"Hark the mavis' evening sang." ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume IV. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... itself revealing To my dimmed and failing sight; And hark! 'tis angels' voices stealing Through ...
— The Mother's Recompense, Volume II. - A Sequel to Home Influence in Two Volumes • Grace Aguilar
... a far-off cry of 'milk' is heard, and the cat starts up in an agony of alarm. 'Great Scott, hark at that! Why, everybody will be down before I get in. Well, I can't help ...
— Novel Notes • Jerome K. Jerome
... whether I tell the truth or no," observed Quicksilver. "Hark! hush! hist! hist! There they ...
— Myths and Legends of All Nations • Various
... chequered mantle wears, Earth awakes from wintry sleep, Again the tree a blossom bears Cease, Britannia, cease to weep, Hark to the peals on this bright May morn, They tell that ...
— Life of Her Most Gracious Majesty the Queen, (Victoria) Vol II • Sarah Tytler
... and die. Ye kind Arcadians, on my urn These elegies and sonnets burn; And on the marble grave these rhymes, A monument to after-times— "Here Cassy lies, by Celia slain, And dying, never told his pain." Vain empty world, farewell. But hark, The loud Cerberian triple bark; And there—behold Alecto stand, A whip of scorpions in her hand: Lo, Charon from his leaky wherry Beckoning to waft me o'er the ferry: I come! I come! Medusa see, Her serpents hiss direct at me. Begone; unhand me, hellish fry: "Avaunt—ye ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... which she is not changed, saving that she is still a woman. I tell thee there is no keeping pace with her moods. In the country she had none of them. When I brought what she asked for, it was "Thank you, Fathom," and no more to do; but now, nothing contents her. Hark ye! were you a gentleman, Master Thomas,—for then you know you would be a different kind of man,—how many times would you have your ...
— The Hunchback • James Sheridan Knowles
... Then shall you hark unwillingly. By the Mother of God most holy And her heavenly dignity, 205 Her humility on earth That had power to scale high Heaven, And her own imperial worth Whereby in the Virgin birth The incarnate Christ to earth ...
— Four Plays of Gil Vicente • Gil Vicente
... attempts at definition, but pass at once to the objective results attained by the sociologists. This superstition, like the naturalistic, takes various forms in practical life. We have, for instance, Proudhon (1875), who would hark back to Platonic Aesthetic, class the aesthetic activity among the merely sensual, and command the arts to further the cause of virtue, on pain of judicial proceedings in ...
— Aesthetic as Science of Expression and General Linguistic • Benedetto Croce
... in the Wart. How can you imagine I could ever learn the varied customs of the countless kingdoms of heaven? It makes my head ache to think of it. I know the customs that prevail in those portions inhabited by peoples that are appointed to enter by my own gate—and hark ye, that is quite enough knowledge for one individual to try to pack into his head in the thirty-seven millions of years I have devoted night and day to that study. But the idea of learning the customs of the whole appalling expanse of heaven—O ...
— Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven • Mark Twain
... gibbet! How dismal 'tis to see The great tall spectral skeleton, The ladder and the tree! Hark! hark! it is the clash of arms— The bells begin to toll— "He is coming! he is coming! God's mercy on his soul!" One long last peal of thunder— The clouds are cleared away, And the glorious sun once more looks down ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 3 • Various
... squirrel, my dear; a brown squirrel. They are not all like this one. There are black and gray squirrels; and in some very cold countries, white ones. But hark! my son; what sound ...
— Happy Little Edward - And His Pleasant Ride and Rambles in the Country. • Unknown
... Hark!—a shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock. Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering, roll their eyes In wild despair—While yet another stroke With deep convulsion rends the solid oak, Till like the mine in whose ...
— Newton Forster - The Merchant Service • Captain Frederick Marryat
... last he stumbled at the well Head over ears, and in he fell. The hare stopp'd short, took aim, and hark! Bang went ...
— CAW! CAW! - The Chronicle of Crows, A Tale of the Spring-time • RM
... he thought it, he remembered that Marie Fauville had given him the same impression. Was he then to hark back to his first conviction and believe Marie guilty, a dissembler like her accomplice, a dissembler like Florence? Or was he to attribute a certain honesty to ...
— The Teeth of the Tiger • Maurice Leblanc
... as the Prince was beginning to think there was no dragon at all, but only a cock and bull, his favourite old hippopotamus gave tongue. The Prince blew his horn and shouted: "Tally ho! Hark forward! Tantivy!" and the whole pack charged downhill toward the hollow by the wood. For there, plain to be seen, was the dragon, as big as a barge, glowing like a furnace, and spitting fire and showing ...
— The Book of Dragons • Edith Nesbit
... the way, and all I can see is a stretch of the bay road. Hark! the cannon are at ...
— Young Captain Jack - The Son of a Soldier • Horatio Alger and Arthur M. Winfield
... main! Tis the vex'd billows, that insurgent rave, Their white foam silvers yonder distant wave, Tis not his sails! thy husband comes no more! His bones now whiten an accursed shore!— Retire,—for hark! the seagull shrieking soars, The lurid atmosphere portentous lours; Night's sullen spirit groans in every gale, And o'er the waters draws the darkling veil, Sighs in thy hair, and chills thy throbbing breast— Go wretched mourner!—weep thy griefs to rest! "Yet, though through life is lost ...
— Narrative of the Voyages Round The World, • A. Kippis
... Indeed, either we must acknowledge divine injustice, creating, without any cause, two hostile brothers, one of whom must submit to the rule of the other, and who begin to strive together even before birth, or we must hark back to the pre-existence of the human soul and to a past Karma which ...
— Reincarnation - A Study in Human Evolution • Th. Pascal
... "Hark to you, boy—come closer," he whispered presently. "Nothin' that sails in these par-rts can scrape the paint of the Savonarola. At the same time, you can do nothin' by stayin' ashore. What's the puzzle? 'Tis ...
— Fate Knocks at the Door - A Novel • Will Levington Comfort
... a satisfactory right and left at two cock pheasants, which they had hunted down to the very edge of the water before they could persuade them to take wing. Now for that little alder coppice at the further end of the marshy swamp. Hark to that whipping sound so different from the rush of the rising pheasant or the drumming flight of the partridge! I cannot see the bird, but I know it is a woodcock. This must be one of his favourite haunts, for I perceive the tracks ...
— Highways & Byways in Sussex • E.V. Lucas
... Hark! What noise was that under the drooping curtain of nets? Now she does not hear it; but presently it comes again—a soft, happy little baby voice, ...
— St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, May, 1878, No. 7. - Scribner's Illustrated • Various
... "Hark to a wandering child's appeal, Maryland! my Maryland! My mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland! my Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 • Various
... her, Archie?" asked Letitia, turning over the pages of her book, as I tried to rescue a block of meat from the cold fat in which it lurked. "Here is a chapter on dinner. 'I am very hungry,' 'Jag aer myckel hungrig.' Rather pretty, isn't it? Hark at this: 'Kypare gif mig matsedeln och vinlistan.' That means: 'Waiter, give me the bill of fare, ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume I. (of X.) • Various
... "But, hark ye, my friend," continued the honest broker, "there is no reason why, because I cannot lend upon these things, I should not buy them: they will do to melt, if for no other purpose. Will you have half the money?—speak, ...
— The Paris Sketch Book Of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh • William Makepeace Thackeray
... Hark! Merry voices on deck are welcoming their future home. Laugh on, happy ones!—come out of Egypt and the house of bondage, and the waste and howling wilderness of slavery and competition, workhouses and prisons, into a good land and large, a land flowing ...
— Alton Locke, Tailor And Poet • Rev. Charles Kingsley et al
... the catbird say, As the blossoms crowd i' the sun:— "Up, up! and out! oh, out and away! Up, up! and out, each one! Sweethearts! sweethearts! oh, sweet, sweet, sweet! Come listen and hark to me! The Spring, the Spring, with her fragrant feet, Is passing this way!—Oh, hark to the beat Of her beelike heart!—Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet! Come! open your eyes and see! ...
— Poems • Madison Cawein
... to see him, and also the Monkey on a Stick," said the Doll. "Hark! What's that?" she suddenly asked, as ...
— The Story of a Candy Rabbit • Laura Lee Hope
... my arm. I could not resist him, only I walked the more swiftly. He tried to check me, but I shook my head. "I am cold and tired," I told him. "This desolate walk frightened me, and even with you I think I am a little nervous. Let us hurry. Hark! What was that?" ...
— A Monk of Cruta • E. Phillips Oppenheim
... he with whom Ye come, your trusty sire and steersman old: And that same caution hold I here on land, And bid you hoard my words, inscribing them On memory's tablets. Lo, I see afar Dust, voiceless herald of a host, arise; And hark, within their grinding sockets ring Axles of hurrying wheels! I see approach, Borne in curved cars, by speeding horses drawn, A speared and shielded band. The chiefs, perchance, Of this their land are hitherward intent To look on us, of whom they yet have heard By messengers ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... "Hark-ye, knave! hark-ye again, ill-looking stripling, lanky from vicious courses! I will reclaim thee from them; I will do what thy own father would, and cannot. Thou shalt follow ...
— Citation and Examination of William Shakspeare • Walter Savage Landor
... and danced; I gave music to the voice, and life to their measures. Look you here, Silvia, [pulling out a purse and chinking it] here are songs and dances, poetry and music—hark! how sweetly one guinea rhymes to another—and how they dance to the music of their own chink. This buys all t'other—and this thou shalt have; this, and all that I am worth, for the purchase of thy love. Say, is it mine then, ha? Speak, Syren—Oons, ...
— The Comedies of William Congreve - Volume 1 [of 2] • William Congreve
... water into ripples, countless stars floated, down a white waterway from yonder argent moon. Not a house on the banks of the mere; not a sign of life; only the low plash of wavelets on the pebbles. Hark! What cry was that coming clear and shrill? It was the curlew. And when the night bird was gone she left a ...
— The Shadow of a Crime - A Cumbrian Romance • Hall Caine
... But hark, he sings! the strain ev'n Pope admires; Indignant virtue her own bard inspires. Sublime as juvenal he pours his lays, And with the Roman shares congenial praise;— In glowing numbers now he fires the age, And Shakspeare's sun relumes ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... Hark! there arises over there in the brush a soft persuasive cooing, a sound so subtle and wild and unobtrusive that it requires the most alert and watchful ear to hear it. How gentle and solicitous and full of yearning ...
— Wake-Robin • John Burroughs
... Hark away, young Hammergray, Gold is glittering on thy breast; Ne'er was found or hawk or hound ...
— Ulf Van Yern - and Other Ballads • Thomas J. Wise
... "Hark! awake not my Urbain; he sleeps there in the next room. Ay, my hair is indeed wet, and my feet—see, my feet that were once so white, see how the mud has soiled them. But I have made a vow—I will not wash them till I have seen the King, and until he has granted me Urbain's pardon. I am going ...
— Cinq Mars, Complete • Alfred de Vigny
... Hark, hark, I hear the silver trumpet sound, It summons me from off this bloody ground. Down yonder is the way (pointing); Farewell, farewell, I can no ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... yourselves fairly out. [PEPE laughs without. But, hark! here comes the fool! Fit company For this ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Francesca da Rimini • George Henry Boker
... times more. When they caress you, I feel it more sensibly than when I am caressed myself. You ask me why you love me. Why, all creatures that are brought up together love one another. Look at our birds reared up in the same nests; they love like us; they are always together like us. Hark? how they call and answer from one tree to another. So when the echoes bring to my ears the air which you play upon your flute at the top of the mountain, I repeat the words at the bottom of the valley. Above all, you are dear to me since the day when ...
— Paul and Virginia • Bernardin de Saint Pierre
... was taken from "Batti, batti." I should like to say it was taken from, or suggested by, a few bars in the opening of Beethoven's pianoforte sonata op. 78, and a few bars in the accompaniment to the duet "Hark how the Songsters" in Purcell's Timon of Athens. I am not aware of having borrowed more in the song than what follows as natural development of these two ...
— The Note-Books of Samuel Butler • Samuel Butler
... "Just hark at him," cried Josh. "A mussy me! He's never seed the sea in a storm when—Look out, ...
— Menhardoc • George Manville Fenn
... locate a valuable claim. If it was there wouldn't be anything in the copper, or silver, or gold, or whatever the metal is that we want to get. That's why men use gold for money. It's so scarce and so hard to find and then after you have found it it's harder still to mine it. Hark," he added abruptly, "it seems to me ...
— The Go Ahead Boys and Simon's Mine • Ross Kay
... Nay, in naught unless perchance a service rendered when a boy—a simple service, merely that of saving life—hath rendered him the touchy fool he is. But hark! ...
— The Days of Bruce Vol 1 - A Story from Scottish History • Grace Aguilar
... forms! Methinks I see Australian landscapes still, But softer beauty sits on every hill: I see bright meadows, decked in livelier green, The yellow corn-field, and the blossomed bean: A hundred flocks o'er smiling pastures roam, And hark! the music of the harvest home! Methinks I hear the hammer's busy sound, The cheerful hum of human voices round; The laughter and the song that lightens toil, Sung in the language of my native isle! The vision ...
— The History of Tasmania, Volume I (of 2) • John West
... so completely in temperament that it is hard to realize that he is the same courteous companion of those other days. He was so far gone from the effects of liquor I am not even sure that he recognized me. Hark! what is that?" ...
— Mischievous Maid Faynie • Laura Jean Libbey
... the scenic pleasures of the Sixth Avenue L route, we walk through the cool, dark, low-roofed tunnel of Church Street in those interesting blocks just north of Vesey. We hark to the merry crowing of the roosters in the Barclay Street poultry stores; and we look past the tall gray pillars of St. Peter's Church at the flicker of scarlet and gold lights near the altar. The black-robed nuns one often sees along Church Street, ...
— Plum Pudding - Of Divers Ingredients, Discreetly Blended & Seasoned • Christopher Morley
... But hark! There is a noise at the jury-room door! It opens—the jury enter the box. A murmur, swelling to almost a roar, from the crowded audience, is instantly followed by a deathlike stillness. The judges are called; ...
— The Wearing of the Green • A.M. Sullivan
... till her baby was born, And then she couldna sleep; She would rise and wander till breakin' morn, Hark-harkin' ...
— Ranald Bannerman's Boyhood • George MacDonald
... a grudge 'gainst their father, the King, A grudge that is old as the sun. And hark ye, old hag, I must have thy aid Before the new moon be risen. Now brew me a charm in thy caldron black, That shall keep them fast ...
— The Rescue of the Princess Winsome - A Fairy Play for Old and Young • Annie Fellows-Johnston and Albion Fellows Bacon
... far, arm, hark, charm, march, bard, calm, palm, psalm, balm, half, alms, father, dark, wrath, ...
— The Ontario High School Reader • A.E. Marty
... this awful figure throwing his eyes about, the gas in the boxes shuddering out of sight, and the wind-instruments bugling the most horrible wails, the boldest spectator must have felt frightened. But hark! what is that silver shimmer of the fiddles! Is it—can it be—the gray dawn peeping in the stormy east? The ghost's eyes look blankly towards it, and roll a ghastly agony. Quicker, quicker ply the violins of Phoebus Apollo. Redder, ...
— Roundabout Papers • William Makepeace Thackeray
... Hark! the clock is but just striking ten. Come, let us sit down here for a little. We have hardly had a chat together to-day." He sighed slightly as he ...
— Elsie's Womanhood • Martha Finley
... face and something else, Ganem, fill me with a mighty fear— Hark not to that, hear me! hear me, I beg thee! Hear me, that here beneath thy glance am lying With open soul, whose ebb and flow of blood Proceeds but from the changes of thy mien. Thou once didst love me—that, I think, is past— For what came then, ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... your only wise course. Hark you, Geoffrey! I am rich, trust in me, and the world shall never sneer at you as a poor relation. Those whom Robert Moncton takes by the hand may laugh at doubtful birth and ...
— The Monctons: A Novel, Volume I • Susanna Moodie |
