"Er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest ...
— Birds Illustrated by Color Photograph [March 1897] - A Monthly Serial designed to Promote Knowledge of Bird-Life • Various
... happy child! Thou art so exquisitely wild, I thought of thee with many fears,— Of what might be thy lot in future years. I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality; And Grief, uneasy lover! ne'er at rest But when she sat within the touch of thee. O too industrious folly! O vain and causeless melancholy! Nature will either end thee quite, Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, Preserve for thee, ...
— Stories of Childhood • Various
... whene'er my musing thoughts Those happy days present, When I with troops of pious friends Thy temple ...
— Love and Life • Charlotte M. Yonge
... her favorite, was about thirty, and called himself a barrister. As he had no briefs, however, it was currently reported that he lived by means of light literature, play, and judicious sponging upon his sister. The elder brother, Francis, was a ne'er-do-weel, and seldom appeared upon the scene. When he did appear, it was always a sign of trouble and ...
— Brooke's Daughter - A Novel • Adeline Sergeant
... 'er ladyship, your lordship. I thought your lordship oughter be told about it—its not being at all the sort of thing as your lordship would be likely to ...
— The Loudwater Mystery • Edgar Jepson
... coast in the vicinity of Miss Millet's cottage during the following week! Any one observing the frequency of Jeff's visits to it, and his prolonged earnest gazing at the sea, would have imagined that the ancient smuggling days had revived, or that the old tendency of the French to suddenly come o'er and find the Britons awaiting them on shore, was ...
— Jeff Benson, or the Young Coastguardsman • R.M. Ballantyne
... centuries bloom o'er his barrow. But for us,—have we mastered it quite, The old riddle, that sweet is strong's outcome, the old marvel, that meekness is might, That the child is the leader of lions, that forgiveness ...
— Ride to the Lady • Helen Gray Cone
... six, or sixteen, or sixty-six!" remarked McWha, sarcastically, stepping to the door. "I don't want none of 'em! Ye kin look out for 'er! ...
— The Backwoodsmen • Charles G. D. Roberts
... going to get the little maid, now?" said a voice she recognised as Farmer Minards'; "'er's the awkwardest of the two to get 'old on, by a long way. Hold up yer 'ead, missie dear, don't let yer face touch ...
— Paul the Courageous • Mabel Quiller-Couch
... so um und um, Kehrt es ihm fast den Kopf herum, Wie er wollt' Worte zu allem finden? Wie er mocht' so viel Schwall verbinden? Wie er mocht' immer muthig bleiben So fort und ...
— The History of Rome (Volumes 1-5) • Theodor Mommsen
... had resulted in a verdict of death by misadventure, and the generally received explanation was that the young fellow's own gun had worked the mischief by careless handling in passing through stiff undergrowth. But a certain ne'er-do-well Mountain, a noted striker and tosspot of the district, had mysteriously disappeared about that date, and had never since come within scope of Castle Barfield knowledge. Ugly rumours had got afloat, vague and formless, and soon to die out of general memory. Dick listened open-mouthed ...
— Julia And Her Romeo: A Chronicle Of Castle Barfield - From "Schwartz" by David Christie Murray • David Christie Murray
... sea! the calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort, And unseen Mermaids' pearly song Comes bubbling up, the weeds among. Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar; To sea, to sea! ...
— Flag and Fleet - How the British Navy Won the Freedom of the Seas • William Wood
... I kill. Thou canst no title to my duty bring; I am not thy subject, and my soul's thy king. Farewell! When I am gone, There's not a star of thine dare stay with thee: I'll whistle thy tame fortune after me; And whirl fate with me wheresoe'er I fly, As winds drive storms before them in ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Volume 4 (of 18) - Almanzor And Almahide, Marriage-a-la-Mode, The Assignation • John Dryden
... Voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest marriage day, The primal marriage-blessing, It hath not ...
— The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition • Rudyard Kipling
... dumb thrush brooding in her lilac hedge; The wild hawk towering in his proudest flight; A silver fountain splashed o'er mossy ledge; The sunrise flaming on an ...
— The Jessica Letters: An Editor's Romance • Paul Elmer More
... day you saw the maid, And woe's the song she sang the sea, In hell her long black hair she'll braid, For ne'er a soul at ...
— Margarita's Soul - The Romantic Recollections of a Man of Fifty • Ingraham Lovell
... do violence To himself and his own blessings, and for this He, in the second round, must aye deplore, With unavailing penitence, his crime. Whoe'er deprives himself of life and light In reckless lavishment his talent wastes, And sorrows then when ...
— The Pleasures of Life • Sir John Lubbock
... you'll not concern yourself with anything else in the letter. I let you read it partly because of your very commendable bringing in of this important captive and partly because I want you to know how serious and important are the matters involved. I was rather impressed with what you said about—er—breed marks." ...
— Tom Slade Motorcycle Dispatch Bearer • Percy Keese Fitzhugh
... aid that bore The hardy Byron from his native shore. In torrid climes, where Chiloe's tempests sweep Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep, 'Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock, Scourged by the winds ...
— Byron • John Nichol
... to our gossip's dinner. I had sent a dozen and a half of bottles of wine thither, and paid my double share besides, which is 18s. Very merry we were, and when the women were merry and rose from table, I above with them, ne'er a man but I, I began discourse of my not getting of children, and prayed them to give me their opinions and advice, and they freely and merrily did give me these ten, among them (1) Do not hug my wife too hard nor too much; (2) eat no late suppers; ...
— Diary of Samuel Pepys, Complete • Samuel Pepys
... of spice, O'er fields of rice, Athwart the lotus-stream, I bring for you, Aglint with dew A ...
— The Golden Threshold • Sarojini Naidu
... say no more," interrupted Polson. "Your recommendation's quite sufficient to satisfy me that Mr—er— Troubridge'll do very well; an' since he's willin' to come with us we'll have him most gratefully, sir, and with many thanks to you for sparin' ...
— Overdue - The Story of a Missing Ship • Harry Collingwood
... of heaven. But o'er their heads Celestial armory, shield, helm and spear, Hung bright, with diamond flaming and ...
— Modern American Prose Selections • Various
... my cab until we were well past and round a corner. Then I had a queer moment, a double and divergent movement of my will: I tapped the little door in the roof of the cab, and brought my arm down to pull out my watch. 'Yes, sir!' said the cabman, smartly. 'Er—well—it's nothing,' I cried. 'My mistake! We haven't much time! Go on!' And ...
— The Country of the Blind, And Other Stories • H. G. Wells
... while his heart the fatal javelin thrills, And flitting life escapes in sanguine rills, What radiant changes strike the astonished sight! What glowing hues of mingled shade and light! Not equal beauties gild the lucid west, With parting beams all o'er profusely drest; Not lovelier colors paint the vernal dawn, When orient dews impearl the enamelled lawn, Than from his sides in bright suffusion flow, That now with gold empyreal seem to glow; Now in pellucid sapphires meet the view, And emulate the soft, celestial ...
— Jack in the Forecastle • John Sherburne Sleeper
... 'er nice," he said, lingering. "When I pass here moonlight nights, it seems like that baby was a-smilin' right up into his mamma's face, an' that there fish-tailed girl was laughin' back at him. Come here some night when there's ...
— The Younger Set • Robert W. Chambers
... marriages and intermarriages, their fancies and feuds, and all those petty trifles chroniclers of old were so fond of recording. After the erection of the once world-known, but now vanished Soho Works, by Matthew Boulton, a gradual change came o'er the scene; cultivated enclosures taking the place of the commons, enclosed in 1793; Boulton's park laid out, good roads made, water-courses cleared, and houses and mansions springing up on all sides, and so continuing on until ...
— Showell's Dictionary of Birmingham - A History And Guide Arranged Alphabetically • Thomas T. Harman and Walter Showell
... my steps I bent, And pitcht at Arno's side my household tent. Six years the Medicean Palace held My wandering Lares; then they went afield, Where the hewn rocks of Fiesole impend O'er Doccia's dell, ...
— Barbara's Heritage - Young Americans Among the Old Italian Masters • Deristhe L. Hoyt
... whom the Bulbul choosing Would wander from his worshiped rose of May, O'er thy fair chalice her remembrance losing, To languish 'mid thy leaves his ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 6 June 1848 • Various
... so tender and gentle, so strong, so comprehending? What mattered the absence of worldly goods, the presence of care and anxiety, when n woman had a steady hand to hold, a steadfast heart to trust, a man who would love her and stand by her, whate'er befell? ...
— The Story Of Waitstill Baxter • By Kate Douglas Wiggin
... gravity Is a grave subjection; Sweeter far than honey are Jokes and free affection. All that Venus bids me do, Do I with erection, For she ne'er in heart of man Dwelt with ...
— Wine, Women, and Song - Mediaeval Latin Students' songs; Now first translated into English verse • Various
... powders inside of it, and I took it back to Pa, and he put it on under his shirt, and dressed himself, and we went to church. Pa squirmed a little when the minister was praying, and I guess some of the ants had come out to view the landscape o'er. When we got up to sing the hymn Pa kept kicking, as though he was nervous, and he felt down his neck and looked sort of wild, this way he did when he had the jim-jams. When we sat down Pa couldn't keep still, and I like to dide when I saw some of the ants come out of his shirt bosom and go racing ...
— Peck's Bad Boy and His Pa - 1883 • George W. Peck
... a good ballad please By the captive from o'er-seas, A sweet song in children's praise, Nicolette and Aucassins; What he bore for her caress, What he proved of his prowess For his friend with the bright face? The song has charm, the tale has grace, And courtesy and good address. No man ...
— Mont-Saint-Michel and Chartres • Henry Adams
... I confessed to Margery what had befallen, and when she heard it, she cast her arms about my neck and cried: "Why, ne'er content, must you crave a new home and family? Are not two warm hearths yours to sit at, and the love and care of two faithful house-wives; and are you not the father and counsellor, not alone of your nephews and nieces, but of their parents likewise?" ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... sent for his daughter and said, 'Janet, ye may leave the castle grounds, an ye please, but never may ye cross the plain of Carterhaugh. For there ye may be found by young Tamlane, and he it is who ofttimes casts a spell o'er bonny maidens.' ...
— Stories from the Ballads - Told to the Children • Mary MacGregor
... now his flood-mark gain, And girdled in the saint's domain: For, with the flow and ebb, its style Varies from continent to isle; Dry-shod, o'er sands, twice ev'ry day The pilgrims to the shrine find way; Twice every day the waves efface Of staves and ...
— The Sailor's Word-Book • William Henry Smyth
... I've been on the cliffs out yonder, Straining my eyes o'er the breakers free To the lovely spot where the sun was setting, Setting and sinking ...
— The Antediluvian World • Ignatius Donnelly
... all ye sons of freedom throughout old Michigan, Come all ye gallant lumbermen, list to a shanty man. On the banks of the Muskegon, where the rapid waters flow, OH!—we'll range the wild woods o'er while a-lumbering we go." ...
— The Blazed Trail • Stewart Edward White
... And the censer burning swung Where, before the altar, hung The crimson banner, that with prayer Had been consecrated there. And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low in the dint, mysterious aisle, "Take thy banner! may it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the Sabbath of our vale, When the cannon's music thrills To the hearts of those lone hills. When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong ...
— The Colored Regulars in the United States Army • T. G. Steward
... greenness, And o'er all Blue, stainless, steel-bright ether Raining down Tranquility upon the deep hushed town The freshening meadow ...
— The World As I Have Found It - Sequel to Incidents in the Life of a Blind Girl • Mary L. Day Arms
... of this is all right—and some isn't. The space you mention is what you're using now for the—er—nursery, I take it. And the privilege of the lessee to enlarge the upper story at his own expense is all right." His brows had gone down again, and Anna shivered. "But even if you've got your whole ...
— Rope • Holworthy Hall
... hours. A fellow's got to stay awake, see, and nothin' to keep him—unless maybe a coyote howlin' a mile off, or maybe a bum knockin' around among the box cars on the sidin', or, if it's cold, the stove to tend. That's all. Unless you put a record on the old phonograph and hit 'er up a few minutes now and ...
— The Best Short Stories of 1921 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story • Various
... more claims nor Mary Jordan any day," said one; "I've lived on Squire Canning's property, one place and another, this twenty year." "And what do you say to me?" said another; "I've six children to her two, bless you, sir, and ne'er a father to do for them." I believed in my father's rule before I got out of the street, and approved his wisdom in keeping himself free from personal contact with his tenants. Yet when I looked back upon the swarming thoroughfare, the mean little houses, the women ...
— The Open Door, and the Portrait. - Stories of the Seen and the Unseen. • Margaret O. (Wilson) Oliphant
... nurses, but the seventh was not a Moor, The Moors they gave me milk enow, but the Christian gave me lore; And she told me ne'er to listen, though sweet the words might be, Till he that spake had proved his troth, ...
— Mediaeval Tales • Various
... looks as if he had the bet[t]er cause; Sir, Under your gracious pardon let me speak it; Though he be mighty-spirited and forward To all great things; to all things of that danger Worse men shake at the telling of; yet certainly I do believe him noble, and this action ...
— The Maids Tragedy • Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
... date That everything dieth early or late, And man or beast, or small or great, Hath but one fate. Your future life is an awful bore; I've tried life once, and I want it no more. You may guess and imagine o'er and o'er, But where's the proof? Yet nevertheless, I won't deny You may live without brains in realms on high, But as for myself I'd rather not try, ...
— Buchanan's Journal of Man, June 1887 - Volume 1, Number 5 • Various
... was a camel that traveled o'er the sand. Of the desert, fiercely hot, way down in Egypt-land; But they brought him to the Fair, Now upon his hump, Every child can take a ride, ...
— Twilight Stories • Various
... laugh, Sasnett," retorted the banker; "you are one of the few men in this town not affected by this—er—disaster. But a good many of the rest of us may find ourselves in a hell of a hole if that woman has willed everything she had to the church or to ...
— The Co-Citizens • Corra Harris
... bounds; But if she fears, woe to that house and city. And now by holding counsel with weak fear, You magnify the foe, and turn our men To flight. Thus are we ruined by ourselves. This ever will arise from suffering women To intermix with men. But mark me well, Whoe'er henceforth dares disobey my orders— Be it man or woman, old or young— Vengeance shall burst upon him, the decree Stands irreversible, and he shall die. War is no female province, but the scene For men. Hence, home! nor ...
— Woman and the Republic • Helen Kendrick Johnson
... the Morn when April doth appear, And wets the Primrose with its maiden tear; 'Twas on the Morn when laughing FOLLY rules, And calls her Sons around, and dubs them Fools; Bids them be bold, some untry'd path explore, And do such deeds as Fools ne'er did before; 'Twas on that Morn, when Fancy took her stand Beside my couch, and, with fantastic wand, Wav'd, from her airy cells, the Antic Train That play their gay delusions on the brain: And strait, methought, a rude impetuous Throng, With noise and riot, hurried ...
— The First of April - Or, The Triumphs of Folly: A Poem Dedicated to a Celebrated - Duchess. By the author of The Diaboliad. • William Combe
... dropping his stick on the wrong side. When he had recovered it, he raised his muddy hat with a sweep. "I see we are in a road of some sort, perhaps you will kindly direct me to the village, and I will not trouble . . . er ...
— The Ffolliots of Redmarley • L. Allen Harker
... Sure, why didn't ye bring a token of good old hardware?" "Hardware! what is hardware?" inquired Manuel. "Ah! botheration to the bunch of yees—a drap of old whiskey, that 'd make the delight cum f'nent. Have ye ne'er a drap among the whole o' yees?" Receiving an answer in the negative, he turned about with a Kilkenny, "It don't signify," and toddled for the door, which he left open, to await Tommy's return. Redman knew Daley's propensity ...
— Manuel Pereira • F. C. Adams
... shocked voice; she knew very well who was meant. Joe was the ne'er-do-well of a son-in-law whose iniquities had transformed the young and comely Priscilla into the meagre and colourless Mrs. Baxter. 'He has no right to trouble ...
— Lover or Friend • Rosa Nouchette Carey
... the light Gone away; Down, away, and out of sight— Poor lost Day! Mourning for the Day dead, O'er his dim bed." ...
— The Light Princess and Other Fairy Stories • George MacDonald
... come; we spread before thee Visions of thy blissful home; Heed not, if Death's cold pang come o'er thee, It will but bid thee ...
— The Mother's Recompense, Volume II. - A Sequel to Home Influence in Two Volumes • Grace Aguilar
... another. Commerce between state and state was without protection, and confidence without a point to rest on. The condition the country was then in, was aptly described by Pelatiah Webster, when he said, "thirteen staves and ne'er a hoop will not make ...
— The Writings Of Thomas Paine, Complete - With Index to Volumes I - IV • Thomas Paine
... voice of quires, and weight Of the built organ; or some twofold strain Moving before him like some sweet-going yoke, Ride like an Eastern conqueror, round whose state Some light Morisco leaps with his guitar; And ever and anon o'er these he'd throw Jets ...
— Famous Violinists of To-day and Yesterday • Henry C. Lahee
... with her at ahl, excip' jist to roll up her eyes an' look as if she was the hid-moorner at a funeril whiniver Miss Myrtle says she wants to do this or that, or to go here or there. It's Miss Badlam that's ahlwiz after her, an' a-watchin' her,—she thinks she's cunnin'er than a cat, but there 's other folks that's got eyes an' ears as good as hers. It's that Mr. Bridshaw that's a puttin' his head together with Miss Badlam for somethin' or other, an' I don't believe there's no good in it, for what ...
— The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (The Physician and Poet not the Jurist)
... the house; it stood. Fifty paces below, a column of opal smoke had begun to wreathe and stretch a languid flag. The 'rouse' promised to Lord Levellier by Daniel Charner's humorous mates had hit beyond its aim. Intended to give him a start—or 'One-er in return,' it surpassed his angry shot at the body of ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... what ill can his anger do us? Ye wad na ha'e me marry a ne'er-do-weel, like Andy. And, father, I ha'e na told ye all. He called ye a thief, father, a thief. I knew it was a lee, a wicked lee. Dinna think your little Nannie believed it. And then he bade me speir what ye had done wi' ...
— Tom, The Bootblack - or, The Road to Success • Horatio Alger
... at once, and stepped in—he afterward described it at Timothy's—"as light as—er—Taglioni, no fuss about it, no wanting this or wanting that;" and above all, Swithin dwelt on this, staring at Mrs. Septimus in a way that disconcerted her a good deal, "no silly nervousness!" To Aunt Hester he portrayed Irene's hat. "Not one of your great flopping ...
— Forsyte Saga • John Galsworthy
... take advantage of the halt, hanging out his tongue, and panting spasmodically. "A noble beast," he said, "of the Windsor breed, is't not?" Then laying his hand on the graceful head, "Poor old hound, thou art o'er travelled. He is aged for such a journey, if you came from the Forest since morn. Twelve years at the least, I ...
— The Armourer's Prentices • Charlotte Mary Yonge
... blessed be the hour! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed ...
— Jean Francois Millet • Estelle M. Hurll
... Sigurd, and her tears fell fast on the floor As the rain in midmost April when the winter-tide is o'er, Till she heard a wail anigh her and how Gullrond wept beside, Then she knew the voice of her pity, and rose upright ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
... "We better run 'er under the shed, Mr. Nolan, and drain the darned radiator. I dunno am I follered or not, but I was awhile back. But the man that catches Casey Ryan when he's on the trail an' travelin, has yet t' be born. An' you can ask ...
— The Trail of the White Mule • B. M. Bower
... so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had to ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... his ain noo," answered Dick, in his friend's ear. "T' sexton's got a craigthraw like he gav' the lass over the clints of Scarsdale; ye mind what the ald soger telt us when he hid his face in the kitchen of the George here? By Jen! I'll ne'er forget ...
— Madam Crowl's Ghost and The Dead Sexton • Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
... McDonald, that you can't get anything out of him but exclamations and slang. I suppose he talks to other people differently. I tried him. At the reception I asked him who was going to take Tennyson's place. He looked blank, and then said, 'Er—I must have missed that. ...
— Baddeck and That Sort of Thing • Charles Dudley Warner
... and it was to this nephew that his fortune was left. Tollington's sister had been engaged to a wealthy Chicago stockbroker, and the day before the wedding she had run away with an Englishman, with whom her family was acquainted, but about whom they knew very little. She guessed that he was a ne'er-do-well, who had come out to the States to redeem his fallen fortune. But he was not a common adventurer apparently, for he not only refused to communicate with the girl's parents, although he knew they ...
— The Secret House • Edgar Wallace
... twined the lilies' flower, Roofed with leafy branches o'er, Made of it a lovely bower, With the freshest grass for floor Such as never mortal saw. By God's Verity, she swore, Should Aucassins pass her door, And not stop for love of her, To repose a moment there, He should be her love no ...
— Mont-Saint-Michel and Chartres • Henry Adams
... of the shadows thick, will coming day Send Peace and Plenty smiling o'er our land; And the events that fill us with dismay, Are but the ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. VI, June, 1862 - Devoted To Literature and National Policy • Various
... oversea commerce and in war. They were great doers of deeds. The Germans are intensely volitional, but also intensely intellectual. Hence the native hue of resolution has sometimes been sicklied o'er by too much thinking. The intellect of the German refuses to sanction action until the successive steps to be taken have been worked out with logical accuracy, and a scientific groove, so to speak, has been hollowed out along which action can proceed. As soon as this ...
— New York Times, Current History, Vol 1, Issue 1 - From the Beginning to March, 1915 With Index • Various
... streets, They always salute us with unction; And still the old cry some one will repeat— "It's only nine miles to the Junction!" Three cheers for the warm hearted Rhode Island boys, May each be true to his function; And whene'er we meet, let us each other greet, With "Only nine miles to ...
— History of Company F, 1st Regiment, R.I. Volunteers, during the Spring and Summer of 1861 • Charles H. Clarke
... work is the girl up to now?" he demanded, savagely. "She's doubtless met some ne'er-do-well unbeknown to Master Ogilvie. I must see Mistress Judith at once, on the very instant, and have it out ...
— Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 6, July 1905 • Various
... hours and days pass on;—sweet Spring returns, And whispers comfort to the heart that mourns: But not to mine, whose dear and cherish'd grief Asks for indulgence, but ne'er hopes relief. For, ah, can changing seasons e'er restore The lov'd companion I must still deplore? Shall all the wisdom of the world combin'd Erase thy image, Mary, from my mind, Or bid me hope from others to receive The fond affection thou alone could'st give? ...
— Memoirs of the Life of Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Sheridan Vol 2 • Thomas Moore
... "Why—er—yes; that will be all right," Janice's father said, though a bit doubtfully. "It would scarcely do to consider you, Mrs. Watkins, in the same category as the ordinary help Janice and ...
— Janice Day, The Young Homemaker • Helen Beecher Long
... two bad men wyld be more enchanted with me if I kep at a safe distance. I'm orful frade my jurnulistick carrieer's goin' to be broken off short, but I don't think they orter blamed me, cos the edittur shutd er told me to tell the make-up man to take out that local notis wot red: "Fresh vegetabels and grene truck received daily, at L. I. Rickard's Grocerie," insted of makin' me tell him to kill Mr. Rickatrd, ...
— The Bad Boy At Home - And His Experiences In Trying To Become An Editor - 1885 • Walter T. Gray
... this thing down without any covering instructions, but it has to be opened in a hurry in a thin atmosphere. Er—I'd like you to stay on the intercom for a while in case it blows up in my face or something." He tried to laugh, but all that ...
— Warning from the Stars • Ron Cocking
... Bordeaux on Saturday, I see by the Herald, and if I were you, I should most certainly be on board. In fact, if you lose the chance, I am sure you'll regret it later. The French police authorities are—er—very inquisitive about foreigners; and if you stop in France in these anxious times, I think it likely that ...
— The Firefly Of France • Marion Polk Angellotti
... fly to Fushiyama, Steeped in opalescent Karma, I shall ne'er forget my charmer, My adorable Khansamah. Though I fly to Tokio, Where the sweet chupatties blow, I shall ne'er ...
— The War of the Wenuses • C. L. Graves and E. V. Lucas
... several of the surrounding towns, he had passed a village "lock-up," as the town prisons were then called—a small, square, gray building with long iron-barred windows, and he had seen, at one of these rather depressing apertures on the second floor, a none too prepossessing drunkard or town ne'er-do-well who looked down on him with bleary eyes, unkempt hair, and a sodden, waxy, pallid face, and called—for it was summer and the jail window ...
— The Financier • Theodore Dreiser
... six minutes, at the least, Ere the closing combat ceased,— Near as we the mighty moments then could measure,— And we held our souls with awe, Till his haughty flag we saw On the lifting vapors drifting o'er the embrasure! Saw it glimmer in our tears, While our ears heard the ...
— Our Young Folks, Vol 1, No. 1 - An Illustrated Magazine • Various
... he be keeping straight?" she asked. No doubt Laura had thought him just a ne'er do weel. But he was nothing of the sort—he was a bit wild and unruly, as young men are—"same as t' colts afoor yo break 'em." But Laura would have done much better for herself if she had stayed quietly with him that night at Braeside, and let him take ...
— Helbeck of Bannisdale, Vol. II • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... knows the tops of jagged mountain-peaks, She knows the green soft hollows of their sides, And unafraid she floats O'er ...
— Lippincott's Magazine, Vol. 20, August 1877 • Various
... and Pleasures fly; Or thou, if slighted sons may claim A parent's eye, O weary—with thy long, long game, Who lov'st fierce shouts and helmets bright, And Moorish warrior's glance of flame Or e'er he smite! Or Maia's son, if now awhile In youthful guise we see thee here, Caesar's avenger—such the style Thou deign'st to bear; Late be thy journey home, and long Thy sojourn with Rome's family; Nor let thy wrath at our great wrong Lend wings to fly. Here take our ...
— Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace • Horace
... the old bloke with the big joss. I allers goes to see Ma Lorenzo when I'm in Port o' London. I've seen 'er for ...
— Tales of Chinatown • Sax Rohmer
... "Aw-w, what'er you bringing up that circus subject for again," said Jiminy Gordon, who didn't like to be reminded of the pleasure he had ...
— The Boy Scout Fire Fighters • Irving Crump
... Through the velvet leaves the wind All unseen gan passage find, That the shepherd, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alas, my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth is apt to pluck a sweet. [Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee;] Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for ...
— Pastoral Poetry and Pastoral Drama - A Literary Inquiry, with Special Reference to the Pre-Restoration - Stage in England • Walter W. Greg
... Darkness ere Days mid-course, and morning Light More orient in that Western Cloud that draws O'er the blue Firmament a radiant White, And slow descends, with something Heavnly fraught? He err'd not, for by this the heavenly Bands Down from a Sky of Jasper lighted now In Paradise, and on a Hill made ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... at forty, was generally regarded as a failure, a ne'er-do-well. But for the accident of war he would in all likelihood have ended his days "unwept, unhonored, and unsung." We have a picture of this middle-aged man, clerking for his younger brothers in a country store, at eight hundred ...
— Boys' Book of Famous Soldiers • J. Walker McSpadden
... Band of Mercy boy, I would not hurt a fly, I always speak to dogs and cats, When'er ...
— Beautiful Joe • Marshall Saunders
... what's been raised rich, and's kinder used to havin' and not much used to gittin'. I wouldn't want her to take no 'fense, you know. 'Ta'n't like's ef I'd a-loved the red-skin Catholic. I hadn' never seed 'er. It wasn't the gal, it was the money I hankered arter. So Miss Charlton needn' be jealous, nor juberous, like's ef I was agoin' to wish I'd a married the Injun. I'd feel satisfied with Kate Charlton ef you think ...
— The Mystery of Metropolisville • Edward Eggleston
... No more recumbent here in idle pride, Your rapid prows would cleave the foaming tide, And to the nations speak in thundering note. Thus in the firmament serene and deep, When summer clouds the earth are hanging o'er, And all their mighty masses seem asleep, To execute Heaven's wrath, and judgment sore, From their dark wombs the sudden lightnings leap, And vengeful thunders peal ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - No. 291 - Supplement to Vol 10 • Various
... Lungen ikke skrev; Omtrent saaledes—thi I vide maae Naar jeg kan lade Maven tale, jeg Den og kan lade smile—stikende Den svarede hvert misfornoiet Lem Og hver Rebel, som den misundte al Sin Indtaegt; Saa misunde I Senatet Fordi det ikke er det som ...
— An Essay Toward a History of Shakespeare in Norway • Martin Brown Ruud
... lovely maid! in equal scale Weigh well thy shepherd's truth and love, Which ne'er but with his breath can fail, Which neither frowns nor ...
— Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... north-east spends his rage; he now shut up Within his iron cave, the effusive south Warms the wide air and o'er the vault of heaven Breathes the big clouds with ...
— My Tropic Isle • E J Banfield
... she could. And whom should she marry? The Lieutenant? Never. He was really not masterful enough mentally, and he had witnessed her discomfiture. And who, then? Oh, the long line of sillies, light-weights, rakes, ne'er-do-wells, who, combined with sober, prosperous, conventional, muddle-headed oofs, constituted society. Here and there, at far jumps, was a real man, but would he be interested in her if he knew the whole ...
— The Titan • Theodore Dreiser
... troubled world of ours, A laughter-mine's a glorious treasure; And separating thorns from flowers, Is half a pain and half a pleasure: And why be grave instead of gay? Why feel a-thirst while folks are quaffing?— Oh! trust me, whatsoe'er they say, There's nothing half so good as laughing! Never sigh when you can sing, But ...
— International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, - No. 3, Oct. 1, 1850 • Various
... "Er—if you need me, telephone, old chap," one fancies Sir Thomas saying as he carried Sir Henry's luggage to his room. "But I'm sure you are the man for the job. I really have to go back to private finance. However, the super-tariff on imports of luxuries is one thing ...
— The Masques of Ottawa • Domino
... Whoe'er thou art that shall peruse this book, This may inform thee, when I undertook To write these lines, it was not my design To publish this imperfect work of mine: Composed only for diversion's sake. But being inclin'd to think ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... curate's mission to Cranbury was very satisfactory. On being directed to the solitary remaining inhabitant of the name of Wilkins, Reginald learnt that Sarah Wilkins had been the only daughter of his brother, that she had married a ne'er-do-weel of the name of Whiston, who had deserted her shortly before the birth of her child, that she had followed her husband to London as soon as she was able to travel, and after a while had been lost sight of by her family. The old man seemed but slightly interested ...
— Wikkey - A Scrap • YAM
... "Er—not yet!" I said. "Not yet, if you don't mind. He can't bear to be disturbed when he's working. It's the artistic temperament. I'll tell ...
— My Man Jeeves • P. G. Wodehouse
... each State was an independent sovereignty, free to go to ruin in its own way. The necessity for a strong central government to replace English rule became evident to all judicious men; for, as one Pelatiah Webster remarked, "Thirteen staves, and ne'er a hoop, cannot make a barrel." The Hartford Wits had fought out the war against King George; they now took up the pen against King Mob, and placed themselves in rank with the friends of order, good government, and union. Hence the "Anarchiad." An ancient epic on "the Restoration of Chaos ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 88, February, 1865 • Various
... that Sun is away. It will be in heaven the emblem is complete. There, every flower in the heavenly garden will be turned Godwards, bathing its tints of loveliness in the glory that excelleth! Reader, may it be yours, when o'er-canopied by that cloudless sky, to know all the marvels contained in these few glowing words, "We shall be like Him, for we shall see ...
— The Words of Jesus • John R. Macduff
... his mind, amid anxieties about the condition of the ship, by reading Milton's Paradise Lost. "The elevation and, also, the fall of our first parents," he comments, "told with such majesty by him whose eyes lacked all of what he threw so masterly o'er the great subject, dark before and intricate—these with delight I perused, not knowing which to admire most, the poet's daring, the subject, or the success with which his bold attempt was crowned." He somewhat quaintly compares his wife with Eve: "But in thee ...
— The Life of Captain Matthew Flinders • Ernest Scott
... the surface; but it is difficult for the modern reader, familiar with the sight, if not the texture, of "the purple patches," and unattracted, perhaps demagnetized, by a personality once fascinating and always "puissant," to appreciate the actual worth and magnitude of the poem. We are "o'er informed;" and as with Nature, so with Art, the eye must be couched, and the film of association removed, before we can see clearly. But there is one characteristic feature of Childe Harold which ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act, in the living Present! Heart within, and God ...
— Many Thoughts of Many Minds - A Treasury of Quotations from the Literature of Every Land and Every Age • Various
... 'Er—no,' said Perkins uneasily. He was a small, weedy-looking youth, not built for fighting except by proxy, and he remembered the ...
— A Prefect's Uncle • P. G. Wodehouse
... last night as great as e'er was known. We beat the Opposition upon the Russian loan. They hoped for a majority, and also for our places. We won the day by seventy-nine. You should have seen their faces. Old Croker, when the shout ...
— Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay • George Otto Trevelyan
... Ne'er swerves a hairbreadth from the same old way. Always within the memory of men He's risen at eight and gone to bed at ten: The same old cat his College room partakes, The same old scout his bed each morning makes: ...
— The Social History of Smoking • G. L. Apperson
... to make me feel small," repeated Abram, wonderingly. "Lord! Lord! Young man, did you ever hear o' a boomerang? It's a kind o' weapon used in Borneo, er Australy, er some o' them furrin parts, an' it's so made 'at the heathens can pitch it, an' it cuts a circle an' comes back to the fellow, at throwed. I can't see myself, an' I don't know how small I'm lookin'; but I'd rather lose ten year o' ...
— The Song of the Cardinal • Gene Stratton-Porter
... Mexican War still rankled in many neighborhoods; and every mining camp had its lawless element whose members took full advantage of that prejudice against the conquered race. The claim proved rich enough to tempt some ne'er-do-wells. They gathered a crowd of their own breed and the mob came to the young pair's cabin one evening with the purpose of jumping the property. When the owner made a show of resistance they bound ...
— When the West Was Young • Frederick R. Bechdolt
... was the only one of the negroes who didn't believe in ghosts. "No, indeed, honey," she would say to Roberta, "daid fo'ks don' never cum bak. If they gits ter Heaven, they don' wan'er, and if they gits ter de udder place they can't. The devil won' never let 'em git away frum him, kase he's wuk so ...
— That Old-Time Child, Roberta • Sophie Fox Sea
... is o'er; the tempest past; And Mercy's voice has hush'd the blast, The wind is heard in whispers low; The White Man far away must go;— But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the ...
— Life and Travels of Mungo Park in Central Africa • Mungo Park
... blast. God graunt that the writar haue no more sought the fauours of the world, no less the glory of God and the stable commoditie of his country then did him who interprised in that blast to vt[t]er his Conscience. When I shall haue tym[e] (which now Is Dear and straitt vnto me) to peruse that work I will communicat[e] my Judgement with you concernying the sam[e]. The tym[e] Is now sir that all that eyther thrust ...
— The First Blast of the Trumpet against the monstrous regiment - of Women • John Knox
... whose tender green Muffles the fair white Sphere o'er which we lean, Ah, curse it gently, for here Jamie once— Great Jamie—lay, and fetch'd a ...
— The Golfer's Rubaiyat • H. W. Boynton
... mass Called 'work,' must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in ...
— The Old Franciscan Missions Of California • George Wharton James
... bury me out on the lone prairee, In a narrow grave just six by three, Where the wild coyotes will howl o'er me— Oh, bury me out on the ...
— Steve Yeager • William MacLeod Raine
... expectancy. Hence a decisive reluctance to commit one's self. Conscience has lost its strong and on-pressing energy, and the sense of personal responsibility lacks sharpness of edge. The native hue of spiritual resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of distracted, wavering, confused thought. The souls of men have become void. Into the void have entered in triumph the seven ...
— On Compromise • John Morley
... of the mystic band, Wind we round thee, hand in hand; Whene'er thou hear'st thy chieftain's call Rest not, pause not, hither crawl; Or to the realms of creepy-crawley, Shivery-shaky, we will ...
— The Hero of Garside School • J. Harwood Panting
... man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God, upturned the sod, And laid the dead ...
— Mark Twain, A Biography, 1835-1910, Complete - The Personal And Literary Life Of Samuel Langhorne Clemens • Albert Bigelow Paine
... my swift-footed steel for thy tiding, Ay, and stint not the lash to him, Tosti: On the desolate downs ye may wander And drive him along till he weary. I care not o'er mountain and moorland The murrey-brown weathers to follow,— Far liefer, I'd linger the morning In long, cosy chatter ...
— The Life and Death of Cormac the Skald • Unknown
... home and all its pleasures, Afric's coast I left forlorn, To increase a stranger's treasures, O'er the raging billows borne; Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold; But, though theirs they have inroll'd me, Minds ...
— The History of the Rise, Progress and Accomplishment of the Abolition of the African Slave Trade by the British Parliament (1808) • Thomas Clarkson
... return again; And if I die, then there will die with me A lover such as none again shall see. So Ocean now doth carry far away The truest lover seen for many a day; His body 'tis that journeys o'er the wave, But not his heart, for that is now thy slave, And from thy side can never wrested be, Nor of its own accord return to me. Ah! could I with me o'er the treach'rous brine Take aught of that pure, guileless heart of thine, No doubt should I then feel of victory, Whereof the glory would ...
— The Tales Of The Heptameron, Vol. II. (of V.) • Margaret, Queen Of Navarre
... of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.— That strain again—it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing ...
— Familiar Quotations • Various
... you won't never have no 'sease 't all an' nobody can't never conjure you if you wears a rabbit foot. This here one is the lef' hin' foot; it was ketched by a red-headed nigger with crosseyes in a graveyard at twelve er'clock on a Friday night, when they's a full moon. He give it to Aunt Cindy to tie 'roun' my nake when I's a baby. Ain't you got no ...
— Miss Minerva and William Green Hill • Frances Boyd Calhoun
... bless you, not cross—he's a deal too good a man for that—but crossed-looking; it might be crossed in love for what I can tell." "Them as is handsome like that seldom gets crossed in love," said another experienced observer; "but if it was fortin, or whatever it was, there's ne'er a one in Wharfside but wishes luck to the parson. It aint much matter for us women. Them as won't strive to keep their children decent out o' their own heads, they won't do much for a clergyman; but, bless you, he can do a deal with the men, and ...
— The Perpetual Curate • Mrs [Margaret] Oliphant
... my wife to let me," said the odd man in a whisper, as if, even then, the good lady might overhear him. "I'm not going to say anything about giants. I'll tell her we are going to rescue a poor fellow from—er—well from the natives of South America, and I'm sure she'll consent. ...
— Tom Swift in Captivity • Victor Appleton
... Moose would exclaim confidently, "I've got enough salted away from them other deals to put you through all the book learnin' you'll need t' make a reg'lar spell-bindin' lawyer o' you like Fink, er a way up Judge, mebbe in Washington. An' with Golconda,—well, Sonny, that there Arabian Nights chap that she was tellin' you about wouldn't have nothin' on us fer adventure, an' doin' good turns to folks unbeknownst, an' all that kind o' stuff," and Moose ...
— Baldy of Nome • Esther Birdsall Darling
... here vaultin ambition o'er-leaped herself. Hed I sed "Saulsbury," it mite have ansered, but to give Sumner's name for a drink uv gin wuz a peece uv lunacy for wich I kan't account. I wuz ignominiously kicked into the street. Drinks obtained at the expense uv bein kicked is cheep, but I don't want em on them terms; ...
— "Swingin Round the Cirkle." • Petroleum V. Nasby
... When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo; And owsen frae the furrowed field, Return ...
— Letters to Dead Authors • Andrew Lang
... of the passengers," thus I pray, "For to me they are very dear; And special ward, O gracious Lord, O'er the gentle engineer." ...
— Journeys Through Bookland V2 • Charles H. Sylvester
... coronets to light. And so, the people at the gates, with priestly hands on high, Which bring the first anointing to all legal majesty; And so, the Dead—who lay in rows beneath the Minster floor, There verily an awful state maintaining evermore— The statesman, with no Burleigh nod, whate'er court tricks may be; The courtier, who, for no fair Queen, will rise up to his knee; The court-dame, who for no court tire will leave her shroud behind; The laureate, who no courtlier rhymes than ...
— Life of Her Most Gracious Majesty the Queen V.1. • Sarah Tytler
... for sacred freedom fight! The battle soon must be. The night is past, and red the light Streams o'er the dewy lea. ...
— NAPOLEON AND BLUCHER • L. Muhlbach
... hand, this hand, As soft as dove's down, and as white as it; Or Ethiopia's tooth, or the fann'd snow, That's bolted by the northern blast twice o'er." ...
— The Woman Beautiful - or, The Art of Beauty Culture • Helen Follett Stevans
... a man who came across in a piano-case," he answered, with a laugh, which made me remember that this was a man of station and some standing in Paris, while I was but a vagabond and ne'er-do-well. ...
— Dross • Henry Seton Merriman
... by the hand, Love led me all the country o'er, And showed me beauty in the land, That I had never seen ...
— Vanguards of the Plains • Margaret McCarter
... the Cyclops' burning rage provoke: From the tall hill he rends a pointed rock; High o'er the billows flew the massy load, And near the ship came thund'ring on the flood. It almost brushed the helm, and fell before: The whole sea shook, ...
— Wonders of Creation • Anonymous
... devil have you been all the time? When the depot was burning some of us went over there, but you'd gone some place. We couldn't save anything so we let 'er burn. Your side partner, the day ...
— Danger Signals • John A. Hill and Jasper Ewing Brady
... "Er—no," I said hastily. "The man's an unmitigated scoundrel. He ought to be divorced or something. What anniversary ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 159, August 11, 1920 • Various
... Holding his child's cool cheek within his palms And kissing his fair front, would wish him man?— Inheritor of wants and jealousies, Of labour, of ambition, of distress, And, cruellest of all the passions, lust. Who that behold me, persecuted, scorned, A wanderer, e'er could think what friends were mine, How numerous, how devoted? with what glee Smiled my old house, with what acclaim my courts Rang from without ...
— Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection • Walter Savage Landor
... as the wedding was o'er, And left my good wife in the porch; But faith! she had been quicker than I, For she ...
— The Cornish Riviera • Sidney Heath
... is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently o'er a perfumed sea The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own ...
— The Pretty Lady • Arnold E. Bennett
... Carnal men have assumed that triumphant appellation, following him whose kingdom is of this world. Which of them would sit six hours on a wet hill-side to hear a godly sermon? I trow an hour o't wad staw them. They are ne'er a hair better than them that shamena to take upon themsells the persecuting name of bludethirsty tories. Self-seekers all of them, strivers after wealth, power, and worldly ambition, and forgetters alike of what has ...
— Old Mortality, Complete, Illustrated • Sir Walter Scott
... his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor his course ...
— Gathering Jewels - The Secret of a Beautiful Life: In Memoriam of Mr. & Mrs. James Knowles. Selected from Their Diaries. • James Knowles and Matilda Darroch Knowles
... the engineer, "dinna airgue a point that ye canna understond. There's guid an' suffeecient reasons for the train. But ye'll ne'er be claimin' that moose huntin' is a wark o' necessity ...
— The Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories • Various
... reasoning, we must because we must!' She softly said, 'I reason not, I only work and trust; The harvest may redeem the hay, keep heart whate'er betide; When one door's shut I've always found another open wide. There is a Heart, there is a Hand, we feel but cannot see We've always been provided for, and ...
— Mushrooms on the Moor • Frank Boreham
... Strange ghostly banners o'er them float, Strange bugles sound an awful note, And all their faces and their eyes Are lit with starlight ...
— The Great War As I Saw It • Frederick George Scott
... enterprise, nor patriotism here; but the whole country is as inactive as a bear in winter, that does nothin' but scroutch up in his den, a-thinkin' to himself, 'Well if I ain't an unfortunate devil, it's a pity; I have a most splendid warm coat as e'er a gentleman in these here woods, let him be who he will; but I got no socks to my feet, and I have to sit for everlastingly a-suckin' of my paws to keep 'em warm; if it warn't for that, I guess, I'd make some o' them chaps that have hoofs to their feet and horns to their heads, look about them pretty ...
— The Clockmaker • Thomas Chandler Haliburton
... you know the adage of the tree;— I've ta'en the bend. This rural life of mine, Enjoined me by an unknown father's will, I've led from infancy. Debarred from hope Of change, I ne'er have sighed for change. The town To me was like the moon, for any thought I e'er should visit it—nor was I schooled To think it ...
— The Hunchback • James Sheridan Knowles
... confided the second laborer to Barron, when his companion had turned aside to get some steel wedges and a sledge-hammer. "Er's well-knawn in these paarts—a reg'lar cure. Er used tu work up Drift ...
— Lying Prophets • Eden Phillpotts
... "I? Er—oh, of course, not in the least!" Easterton answered awkwardly, taken off his guard. "But it will take you a good time to get in, you know," he added as an afterthought, hopeful that the prospect of delay might cause ...
— The Four Faces - A Mystery • William le Queux |
