"Hark" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... its cooling breath, But all was silent as the sleep of death; Their very footsteps fell all noiseless there As stifled by the moveless, burning air; And hope expired in many a fainting breast, And many a tongue e'en Egypt's bondage blest. Hark! through the silent waste, what murmur breaks? What scene of beauty 'mid the desert wakes? Oh! 'tis a fountain! shading trees are there. And their cool freshness steals out on the air! With eager haste the fainting pilgrims rush, Where Elim's cool and sacred waters gush; Prone ...
— Lives of the Three Mrs. Judsons • Arabella W. Stuart
... Hark to the raging of the angry wind, sounding above the rolling sea! A storm approaches without, calling aloud for human lives. The sea has not put on a new mind with the new time. This night it is a horrible pit to devour up lives, and to-morrow, perhaps, it may be a glassy mirror—even ...
— Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen • Hans Christian Andersen
... Hark! he calls! tear out the violets! quick! the diamonds in my hair! There's a ball to-night at Travers'—'tis his will I should ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No IV, April 1863 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... for Vanderbilt or God Almighty up here, are you? Well, then, you hark to me, will you? You say to my old woman to give you supper and a shakedown somewhar to-night. Say I sent you. ...
— Colonel Starbottle's Client and Other Stories • Bret Harte
... knows me better than any man now living," replied Lord Sherbrooke; "but it happens somewhat inopportunely that he should be here to-night.—Hark, Colonel! There is even now the galloping of a horse round to the back of the house. Let you and I go into the other room, and see what booty our ...
— The King's Highway • G. P. R. James
... a song of May-time, And picnics in the park. Such a happy playtime! Birds are singing—hark! Bluebird calls to bluebird, Robins chirp between, And little lads and lasses Are dancing on ...
— A Jolly Jingle-Book • Various
... 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! When I returned great was my love. I was overwhelmed with love like one drowning. When I lay down to sleep I could not sleep; my mind floated after thee. Like the strong south wind of Lahaina, such is the strength of my love to thee, when it comes. Hear me; at the time ...
— Primitive Love and Love-Stories • Henry Theophilus Finck
... the beaters swells upon the ear, and the thunder of the tom-toms grows more insistent, the keen-eyed sportsman grasps more firmly the lever of his four-barrelled Nordenfeldt and prepares to play upon the bears his hail of stinging missiles. Hark! The plot is thickening, behind yon dense screen at the end of the cover the ph—— bears are beginning to crowd, the pattering of their feet upon the dead leaves sends a thrill through the beating heart of the expectant sportsman. A few bears break back amid wild ...
— A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil • T. R. Swinburne
... "Hark! What's that?" he said, hushing further speech from him with a motion of his hand. It was the sound of ...
— Henry James, Jr. • William Dean Howells
... morning, and when Lionel met her in the schoolroom for their reading, he told her that be had been overtaken by Elliot running down stairs at full speed; and had only just time to clear out of his way. "And hark! is not there something at the front door? ...
— The Two Guardians • Charlotte Mary Yonge
... "Hark! the word by Christmas spoken, Let the sword of wrath be broken, Let the wrath of battle cease, Christmas ...
— Honor Edgeworth • Vera
... my heat and pain, I know that David's with me here again. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Caressingly I stroke Rough hark of the friendly oak. A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his. Turf burns with pleasant smoke; I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Over the whole wood in a little ...
— Fairies and Fusiliers • Robert Graves
... an' scornin', Is no to hark to the river; An' to sit here till brak trowth's mornin', Wad be ...
— Sir Gibbie • George MacDonald
... "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 ...
— Cinq Mars, Complete • Alfred de Vigny
... women sew some things with the roots of the tamarack, or larch; such as coarse birch-baskets, hark canoes, and the covering of their wigwams. They call this 'wah-tap' [Footnote: Asclepia parvilfora.] (wood-thread), and they prepare it by pulling off the outer rind and steeping it in water. It is the larger fibres which have the appearance of small cordage when coiled up ...
— In The Forest • Catharine Parr Traill
... "Hark ye!" said a dark old man with a troubled face, rising and pointing his finger toward Eli. "Know, you say? I knew, wunst. I knew that my girl, my only child, was good. One night she went off with a married man that worked in ...
— Eli - First published in the "Century Magazine" • Heman White Chaplin
... Alcalde.—Hark to the fellow: he has the audacity to say that he has never heard of Calros the pretender, who calls ...
— The Bible in Spain • George Borrow
... Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags, And some ...
— The Only True Mother Goose Melodies • Anonymous
... we would soothe thy weeping; Take us to thy sultry breast; Where thy sainted dust is sleeping Let us share a kindred rest. Friends! this span of life is fleeting; Hark! the harps of angels swell; Think of that eternal meeting, Where no voice shall say, Farewell! ...
— Daughters of the Cross: or Woman's Mission • Daniel C. Eddy
... to swear. In other Things, in other Matters you may be afraid of Perfidy. In this I won't deceive you. But hark you, see that you provide nothing but what you do daily: I would have no holy Day made upon my Account. You know that I am a Guest that am no great Trencher Man, ...
— Colloquies of Erasmus, Volume I. • Erasmus
... I that, spent and dead, They should not, like the many, be at rest, But stray as apparitions; hence I said, "Why, having slipped life, hark ...
— Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with - Miscellaneous Pieces • Thomas Hardy
... There's a swaying of the trees; The playroom window rattles To the fragrant summer breeze. There is sunshine in the garden, And the bees are all a-hum. Oh, hark, the invitation: 'You must ...
— Chatterbox, 1905. • Various
... getting blinded and I cannot see my way, Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door; Oh, I hear the angels calling and I see my Nelly Gray; Farewell to the old ...
— Our campaign around Gettysburg • John Lockwood
... not so far a call, even now, for this divine humanity, weaned upon the nutritious food of intelligence, nursed in the refining lap of civilization, to hark back, driven by one rush of events, to the lowest forms of nature that exist. If, in the hour of death, seeking immunity from peril, there live men who have trodden down the bodies of women, beaten them with naked fists, severed arms from their bleeding hands that held to safety in order that they ...
— Sally Bishop - A Romance • E. Temple Thurston
... 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 ...
— The World's Great Sermons, Volume 10 (of 10) • Various
... all, too. With an accent like gritting your teeth, it is true, and with a grammar that is no improvement on blasphemy—still, with practice you get at the meat of what he says, and it serves. . . Hark! That's the reveille. ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... reward enough for my long captivity, at last to follow such a leader. Many a time, as Zenobia has in years past visited my dreams, and I almost fancied myself in her train, I little thought that the happiness I now experience was to become a reality. But hark! how the shout of welcome goes up ...
— Zenobia - or, The Fall of Palmyra • William Ware
... 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 ...
— Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays • AEschylus
... Hark! It was no dream after all, for the sound was momentarily growing louder, and its cause was coming up the stairs. He found himself speculating feebly what this cause might be, but the sound was still too indistinct to enable him to arrive at ...
— The Empty House And Other Ghost Stories • Algernon Blackwood
... Current of his Victories.— This is the Tent I've pitched, at distance from the Armies, To meet the Queen and Cardinal; Charm'd with the Magick of Dissimulation, I know by this h'as furl'd his Ensigns up, And is become a tame and coward Ass. [A Retreat is sounded. —Hark—hark, 'tis done: oh, my inchanting Engine! —Dost ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. II • Aphra Behn
... late. Side by side with the peace of night, there dwell Spirits of Evil, the never-resting, vagrant, home-destroying guests, who enter unbidden into the human soul! Hark, the rustling of their raven-hued plumage! They take wing, they fly aloft; 't is the shriek of the vulture, swooping down upon the ...
— A Ghetto Violet - From "Christian and Leah" • Leopold Kompert
... the knell of as brave and true a heart as ever beat," he said. "If he be innocent—as I believe him—may Heaven forgive his murderer! Hark! what is that?" he continued hurriedly, as the last chime ceased to vibrate; and, striding to the door of his cabinet he flung it ...
— The Vale of Cedars • Grace Aguilar
... would you have them go? and they bain't Christians. Hark! I won't say there be none flying about now. I fancy I hear a sort of a ...
— The Broom-Squire • S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould
... have much need of thee: Thou art no sabbath-drawler of old saws, Distill'd from some worm-canker'd homily; But spurr'd at heart with fiercest energy To embattail and to wall about thy cause With iron-worded proof, hating to hark The humming of the drowsy pulpit-drone Half God's good Sabbath, while the worn-out clerk Brow-beats his ...
— The Parish Clerk (1907) • Peter Hampson Ditchfield
... top o' t' bank, tha knows, We owe him one paand ten." "Just hark," says Mally, "theer he goes, He's ramellin' agean." "Don't tak a bit o' notice, folk; You see, poor thing, he's ravin'. It cuts me up to hear sich talk; He's spent ...
— Yorkshire Dialect Poems • F.W. Moorman
... is growing weaker and weaker; it is dying away now close by the wall of the charnel house. Hark! hark! she ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 4, October, 1864 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • 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 ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 • Various
... the gentlemen had not arrived. Consternation sat on every face. Could they have been waylaid and robbed? Should they send men and lanterns in every direction by which they could be supposed likely to have travelled home? or should they—Hark! there they were. What could have made them so late? A strange voice, too! To whom could it belong? They rushed into the kitchen, whither the truants had repaired, and at once obtained rather more than a glimmering of the real state of ...
— The Pickwick Papers • Charles Dickens
... down a little to right front). Hark, I thought I heard a sound of mighty wings! Listen! Is it the winter ...
— The White Christmas and other Merry Christmas Plays • Walter Ben Hare
... poems are in the old spirit, but are somewhat mournful echoes of the past. They remind us of the robin's winter song—"Hark to him weeping," say the country folk, as they listen to the music which retains the sweetness but has lost what Wordsworth calls the gushes of the summer strains. There is still an ode to Venus; its prayer not now "come to ...
— Horace • William Tuckwell
... Hark! has a door unclosed? Is there another human being in the room? We have now become so accustomed to the dim medium that we distinguish a man of mean exterior, with a look of habitual subservience that ...
— Doctor Grimshawe's Secret - A Romance • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... "There are two worlds below, the home and outside of it." It is in this unit, under the stress of sexual passion and maternal love, that all the finer forces of our civilization have had their origin. Unselfishness, devotion, pity and the higher altruisms all hark back to the ...
— Woman in Modern Society • Earl Barnes
... whirlwinds bear The dust of the plains to the middle air: And hark to the crashing, long and loud, Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud! You may trace its path by the flashes that start From the rapid wheels where'er they dart, As the fire-bolts leap to the world below, And flood the skies ...
— Poems • William Cullen Bryant
... I feel so confident, so clear! So perfectly assured, and void of fear. [Radiantly, in a mysterious tone. Hark! I had leave her fingers to caress When from the coffee-board she drew ...
— Love's Comedy • Henrik Ibsen
... you settlers have learned, the Ohio tribes, yes, and all tribes, will always hark to the one word—trade. They are now dependent upon the white man for traps and guns, even their women's clothing. Trade with them and they will remain your friends, for your goods they ...
— A Virginia Scout • Hugh Pendexter
... "Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Nan. She, as well as all the other members of the Bobbsey family, had followed the police to the cave, even Flossie and Freddie going along, riding to the place in the goat wagon drawn ...
— The Bobbsey Twins on Blueberry Island • Laura Lee Hope
... he exclaimed. "Hang that butler of mine! He knew the hall clock was too fast, and I told him to put it back. If his memory serves him no better than this, he may ship himself off to a fresh berth.—Hark! Listen!" ...
— The Argosy - Vol. 51, No. 1, January, 1891 • Various
... the night he saw graceful Phil squinting at him with a nondescript leer of vengeance and derision in his yellow goggle eyes, and bearing Mary off, like some misshapen ogre of old, mounted upon Handsome Harry, who appeared to be gifted with the speed of Hark-away or flying Childers, whilst he himself could do nothing but stand helplessly by, and contemplate the triumph of his ...
— Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent - The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two • William Carleton
... it once or twice; but all I could think of was 'Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound'; then somebody would cough, and I just couldn't get any further." Her voice was tragic in ...
— The Sunbridge Girls at Six Star Ranch • Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter
... passions; but we should shudder with horror at the mere idea of such practices being realities in this day of enlightened and humanitarianized thought. The Southern whites are not yet living quite in the present age; many of their general ideas hark back to a former century, some of them to the Dark Ages. In the light of other days they are sometimes magnificent. Today they are often cruel ...
— The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man • James Weldon Johnson
... along with fire and fury! Hark! the whistle shrilly shrieks! Speed—but mark! we don't insure ye 'Gainst the ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, Number 361, November, 1845. • Various
... rise up, Xarifa! Only three grains of corn! Stay, Lady, stay! for mercy's sake! and wind the bugle horn. The glittering knife descends—descends—Hark, hark, the foeman's cry! The world is all a fleeting show! Said ...
— Marjorie at Seacote • Carolyn Wells
... 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 love! It is the voice of the ...
— Wake-Robin • John Burroughs
... depend on that, Ida, my dear. I wish you could have heard him rhyming off that poetry last night. It doesn't seem to matter much what piece he recites—first thing that comes into his head, I reckon. I remember one time he went clean through that hymn beginning, 'Hark from the tombs a doleful sound,' and two years ago it was 'To Mary in Heaven,' as lackadaisical as you please. I never had such a time to keep from laughing, but I managed it, for I wouldn't hurt ...
— Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1909 to 1922 • Lucy Maud Montgomery
... to carry 'em," Elsie replied shortly. "We'll want 'em when we get to London. Hark! I can hear ...
— Little Folks - A Magazine for the Young (Date of issue unknown) • Various
... talking aside to CASH. Kit. Come hither, Thomas. Now my secret's ripe, And thou shalt have it: lay to both thine ears. Hark what I say to thee. I must go forth, Thomas; Be careful of thy promise, keep good watch, Note every gallant, and observe him well, That enters in my absence to thy mistress: If she would shew him rooms, the jest is stale, Follow them, Thomas, or else hang on him, And let him not go after; mark ...
— Every Man In His Humor - (The Anglicized Edition) • Ben Jonson
... Hark! Wasn't that the rattle of wheels? Yes,—there came the buckboard at last. Blue Bonnet sprang up excitedly. Had Alec heard? She shot a look in ...
— Blue Bonnet's Ranch Party • C. E. Jacobs
... advantage of the Emperor's good humour I ventured to tell him what happiness it would give me if it were possible that I could share with him the revival of all recollections which were mutually dear to us. But Napoleon, after a moment's pause, said with extreme kindness, "Hark ye, Bourrienne, in your situation and mine this cannot be. It is more than two years since we parted. What would be said of so sudden a reconciliation? I tell you frankly that I have regretted you, and the circumstances ...
— The Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte • Bourrienne, Constant, and Stewarton
... said Miss Thusa, resuming her natural tone; "ask me no questions, or I'll tell you no tales. 'Tis time for the yellow bird to be in its nest. Hark! I hear your mother calling me, and 'tis ...
— Helen and Arthur - or, Miss Thusa's Spinning Wheel • Caroline Lee Hentz
... denominated an adventurer, but whose lineage is not less distinguished than his learning. His renown has preceded him hither, and he was not unknown to your doctors when he affixed his programme to these college walls. Hark!" continued the speaker, exultingly, "and listen to yon evidence of ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 • Charles Dudley Warner
... Ah, hark! The talking "robber-fly" (Asilus), with his nasal, twangy buzz! "Waiow! Wha-a-ar are ye?" he seems to say, and with a suggestive onslaught against the window-pane, which betokens his satisfied ...
— My Studio Neighbors • William Hamilton Gibson
... hark ye, dear children, and listen to me, For I am that holy Se lone' se ka' ra an ve'; My work upon earth is holy, holy and pure, That work ...
— The Communistic Societies of the United States • Charles Nordhoff
... grave affability, "I 'speck not. One man, one tale; 'n'er man, 'n'er tale. Folks tell um diffunt. I boun' yo' way de bes', Brer Jack. Out wid it—en we ull set up yer, en hark at you en laff wid you ...
— Nights With Uncle Remus - Myths and Legends of the Old Plantation • Joel Chandler Harris
... leaping down-stairs before us. "Cecile, get your hatchet—get mine, too! Come on, Cousin Ormond, I'll guide you; it's the painted post by the spring—and hark, Cousin George, if you beat her I'll give ...
— The Maid-At-Arms • Robert W. Chambers
... the street-door unfastened, and knocked, but could make no one hear; then I came in and listened, and there was a light up here, and so I came and knocked, not knowing what to do; but there is some one there now—hark!" ...
— Miss Grantley's Girls - And the Stories She Told Them • Thomas Archer
... should be obliged to hasten; and to give the finishing touches to a toilet in a hurried and discomposed manner is to run the risk of spoiling the general effect. What can have happened to Mademoiselle Melanie? Hark! is not that some one? Did you not hear a ring? I am not mistaken; some one did come in. It ...
— Fairy Fingers - A Novel • Anna Cora Mowatt Ritchie
... "Ye are a valuable thrall, Hake, and Leif Ericsson has reason to be grateful to King Olaf of Norway for his gift.—Here, two of you, sling that deer on a pole and bear it to Gudrid. Tell her how deftly it was brought down, and relate what you have seen just now. And hark 'ee," he added, with a peculiar smile, "there is no occasion to say anything about what occurred before the successful shot. It always adds to the value of a good story that it be briefly as well as pithily told, and disencumbered from ...
— The Norsemen in the West • R.M. Ballantyne
... contented smile. "I am greatly comforted. I will write a full account of everything, together with my wishes for your future, and it will be ready to be sent to Mr. Bancroft at a moment's warning. I do not care to have him know anything about us just yet; hark! what was that?" he broke off abruptly, and started ...
— Virgie's Inheritance • Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
... the door of his hall I listen, and hear it go merry within; The sounds are of birthday-festival! Hark to ...
— Robert Falconer • George MacDonald
... any book. But, hark, there is some one at the door. They're after me to attend the wedding, and what shall I say! How can I explain!" and the parson started to ...
— Rod of the Lone Patrol • H. A. Cody
... which the mother's whole life, and her education of her daughter, had been at war. "Herminia," says Mr. Allen, "had done her best" to indoctrinate the child with the pure milk of the emancipating social gospel; "but the child herself seemed to hark back, of internal congruity, to the lower and vulgarer moral plane of her remoter ancestry. There is," he proceeds, "no more silly and persistent error than the belief of parents that they can influence to any appreciable degree ...
— A Critical Examination of Socialism • William Hurrell Mallock
... visitor with an exhibition of amateur oratory. The selection attempted was Byron's "Battle of Waterloo," and just as the boy reached the end of the first paragraph Speaker Cannon gave vent to a violent sneeze. "But, hush! hark!" declaimed the youngster; "a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye ...
— Toaster's Handbook - Jokes, Stories, and Quotations • Peggy Edmund & Harold W. Williams, compilers
... nineteenth century—is a bald and apparently artless paraphrase of St. Luke which, by some accident, has attained dignity, and is aided greatly by the simple and noble tune now attached to it. Charles Wesley's "Hark, the herald angels sing," or—as it should be—"Hark, how all the welkin rings," is much admired by some, but to the present writer seems a mere piece of theological rhetoric. Byrom's "Christians, awake, salute the happy morn," has the stiffness and formality or its period, but it is ...
— Christmas in Ritual and Tradition, Christian and Pagan • Clement A. Miles
... little straitened, my dear. I am sincerely sorry, although there are worse troubles—yes, assuredly, far worse troubles. It cannot do a healthy girl any harm to work. Yes, come to me for advice if you care to, and look on me as an old friend. And hark ye, Miss Primrose, I am glad Mrs. Ellsworthy has called. Make the most of your opportunity at Shortlands, my dears. Yes; I'll look in another day with ...
— The Palace Beautiful - A Story for Girls • L. T. Meade
... whole army knows," replied the officer. "But hark! the Abbe Piquet is going to speak. It is a new thing to see clergy in a ...
— The Golden Dog - Le Chien d'Or • William Kirby
... would keep the blinds open and let in the air and sunshine, keep the temperature of the room at sixty-five degrees, leave the child's head uncovered so that it could breathe freely, stop rocking and trotting it and singing such melancholy hymns as "Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound!" the baby and I would both be able to weather the cape without a bandage. I told her I should nurse the child once in two hours, and that she must not feed it any of her nostrums in the meantime; that a child's stomach, being ...
— Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897 • Elizabeth Cady Stanton
... stood Samson. I laid my ears back and snapped at him. 'Stand back,' said the master, 'and keep out of her way; you've done a bad day's work for this filly.' He growled out something about a vicious brute. 'Hark ye,' said the father, 'a bad-tempered man will never make a good-tempered horse. You've not learned your trade yet, Samson.' Then he led me into my box, took off the saddle and bridle with his own hands, and tied ...
— Black Beauty • Anna Sewell
... Ugar, or a dozen tribes of Ugar, could not conquer with Uglik leading them," replied Anak, "yet we two may do so. Hark now to my plan. Like Gumor, the gray ape, his cousins walk ever with their eyes cast down. While we have been hunting, I have been spying on them in their home. Never have I seen one look up, and it may be that they cannot. Above ...
— B. C. 30,000 • Sterner St. Paul Meek
... slaves. In that seclusion it dedicated itself to liberty. Behold, to-day, it fulfills its vows! When it went down four million people had no flag. To-day it rises, and four million people cry out, "Behold our flag!" Hark! they murmur. It is the Gospel that they recite in sacred words: "It is a Gospel to the poor, it heals our broken hearts, it preaches deliverance to captives, it gives sight to the blind, it sets at liberty them that are bruised." Rise up then, glorious ...
— The World's Best Orations, Vol. 1 (of 10) • Various
... drive back for you. It's some one seeking shelter, like ourselves. Hark—the hail is stopping, and now the thunder and lightning and a good old-fashioned ...
— Ringfield - A Novel • Susie Frances Harrison
... deliberate crime. No explanation save mental aberration can cover the facts.' The Press, Watson, is a most valuable institution if you only know how to use it. And now, if you have quite finished, we will hark back to Kensington and see what the manager of Harding Brothers has ...
— The Return of Sherlock Holmes - Magazine Edition • Arthur Conan Doyle
... five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! ...
— Tales from Shakespeare • Charles Lamb and Mary Lamb
... forwards: hark, honest Ned, good-morrow to you; how dost, Master Mayor? What, you are driving it about merrily this morning? Come, come, sit down; the squire and I will take a pot with you. Come, Mr Mayor, here's—liberty and property and ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... Alonzo kept writing. Minnie, she wouldn't tell me, but I pinned her down and it come out, Eliza had the grip bad. And, then, nothing would do but I must go to her—why, Mrs. Louder, she's my child! But they wouldn't hark to it. 'Fraid to have ...
— Stories of a Western Town • Octave Thanet
... air soon arose the sound Of one old voice as now a Wanderer spoke. "O friends, and ye, fair loving gentle folk, Would I could better tell a tale to-day; But hark to this, which while our good ship lay Within the Weser such a while agone, A Fleming told me, as we sat alone One Sunday evening in the Rose-garland, And all the other folk were gone a-land After their ...
— The Earthly Paradise - A Poem • William Morris
... in roof-holes Can sing for themselves; The smallest brown squirrel Both scampers and delves; But a baby does nothing— She never knows how— She must hark to her mother Who sings to her now. Sleep then, ladykin, peeping so; Hide your ...
— Georgian Poetry 1913-15 • Edited by E. M. (Sir Edward Howard Marsh)
... me, mother!' said the gazelle, and she unhooked the sword from the wall, as she was bidden. 'You must be quick,' she said, 'for he may be here at any moment. Hark! is not that the ...
— The Violet Fairy Book • Various
... we hear that that hateful man has gone abroad we will defy all the rest. Do you know, Stephen," in a lower tone, "we were very near being caught on the hill to-day. I was all bent over as usual in my old woman's dress, and Eldon was limping along on his crutch stick when—hark! what ...
— Idle Hour Stories • Eugenia Dunlap Potts
... 'tis the castles falling! Hark! 'tis the war-cry dread! But the monarch's sword is not lifted, There, in the vaults ...
— ZigZag Journeys in Northern Lands; - The Rhine to the Arctic • Hezekiah Butterworth
... sailing and that one is moored: Hark to the song of the sailors on board! And see, on the steps of my palace, the kings Coming and going with presents ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 14 (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... eyes. "How wonderful," he cried, "that one little tailor can undo in a moment that which took the wise Solomon a whole day to accomplish, and in the doing of which he wellnigh broke the sinews of his heart!" Then, turning to the Tailor, who stood trembling like a rabbit, "Hark thee!" said he. "For two thousand years I lay there in that bottle, and no one came nigh to aid me. Thou hast liberated me, and thou shalt not go unrewarded. Every morning at the seventh hour I will ...
— Twilight Land • Howard Pyle
... goin', an' may ye enjoy it," shouted the saturnine Alfred Brangwen, and the men roared by now boldly, and the women said, "Just hark, now!" ...
— The Rainbow • D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
... us hark back to southern Asia with its two reservoirs of life, India and China, and between them a jutting promontory pointing the way to the Indonesian archipelago, and thence onward farther still to the wide-flung ...
— Anthropology • Robert Marett
... all starts and fits. Never start, child! so ignoramus like! 'tis only the clock in your ear,—twelve o'clock, hark!—The bell will ring now in a hurry. Then you goes in there to my lady—stay, you'll never be able, I dare for to say, for to open the door without me; for I opine you are not much usen'd to brass locks in Hirish cabins—can't be expected. ...
— Tales And Novels, Vol. 8 • Maria Edgeworth
... yourselves fairly out. [PEPE laughs without. But, hark! here comes the fool! Fit company For this most noble company ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Francesca da Rimini • George Henry Boker
... approaching, I pensive, love-flesh tremulous aching, The divine list for myself or you or for any one making, The face, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it arouses, The mystic deliria, the madness amorous, the utter abandonment, (Hark close and still what I now whisper to you, I love you, O you entirely possess me, O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless, Two hawks in the air, two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless than ...
— Leaves of Grass • Walt Whitman
... battle array, and by daylight; but it's foolhardy and irreverent to tempt Satan, and on such a night as this. Listen how the wind whistles through the trees; and hark! there is the howling of evil ...
— The Spy • James Fenimore Cooper
... Hark! from the empty bosom of the grove I hear a sob, as one forlorn might pine— The white-limbed beauty of a god is thine, King of the seasons! and the night that hoods Thy brow majestic, brightest stars enweave— Thou surely ...
— The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, No. 1, January, 1852 • Various
... rain! Hark how it beats the pane! While the fierce fitful blast sweeps on its course. Fiercer yet swells the gale, Hark to the long-drawn wail! Tenfold more dire—in the ...
— Twixt France and Spain • E. Ernest Bilbrough
... out, opposite] Right, neighbor, right well said!—Piper, hark here. Piper, how did ye ...
— The Piper • Josephine Preston Peabody |
