"O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... for a minute, and her eyes looked as they do when she stares through you and doesn't see you at all. Alice asked Charles Edward once if he thought she was sorrowing o'er the past when she had that look, and he said: "Bless you, chile, no more than a gentle industrious spider. She's spinning a web." But in a minute mother had stepped out on the piazza, and I felt as if she had come ...
— The Whole Family - A Novel by Twelve Authors • William Dean Howells, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Mary Heaton Vorse, Mary Stewart Cutting, Elizabeth Jo
... (') denotes that a letter or letters are left out; as, O'er, for over; 't is, for it is. And is also used to show ownership; as, The man's hat. ...
— McGuffey's Third Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... seems a simple boon to crave,— An easy thing to have. Yet our world differs somewhat from the days Of the romancer's lays. A friend? Why, all are friends in Christian lands. We smile and clasp the hands With merry fellows o'er cigars and wine. We breakfast, walk, and dine With social men and women. Yes, we are friends;— And there the music ends! No close heart-heats,—a cool sweet ice-cream feast,— Mild thaws, to say the least;— The faint, slant smile of winter afternoons;— ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 110, December, 1866 - A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics • Various
... wandering o'er, We greet with joy this radiant shore; The promised land of liberty, The dawn of freedom's morn we see. O promised land, we enter in, With 'peace on earth, good will to men,' The 'Golden age' now comes again, And breaking every bond and chain; While every sect, and race and clime, Shall equal share ...
— The Right Knock - A Story • Helen Van-Anderson
... Weird Sisters are serious things. Their presence cannot co-exist with mirth. But in a lesser degree the witches of Middleton are fine creations. Their power too is, in some measure, over the mind. They raise jars, jealousies, strife, like a thick scurf o'er life. ...
— Charles Lamb • Walter Jerrold
... mother, The seven-necked snake, whose poisoned breath doth smother The fourth celestial sphere; In fine, its horror and its misery drear Within me reach so far, That I myself upon myself make war, When in the arms of sleep A living corse am I, for it doth keep Such mastery o'er my life, that, as I dream, A pale foreshadowing threat of ...
— The Purgatory of St. Patrick • Pedro Calderon de la Barca
... my fancy dwells. 'Tis almost godlike, as it sparkles through The effervescent fizz; and wondrous spells It casts o'er me when coined ...
— Cobwebs from a Library Corner • John Kendrick Bangs
... o'er Hill and vale puts out the day— What do you wonder at, asthore, What's away ...
— Irish Plays and Playwrights • Cornelius Weygandt
... cannot reach; Let me, for once, presume t'instruct the times To know the poet from the man of rhymes. 'Tis he who gives my breast a thousand pains: Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage—compose—with more than magic art, With pity and with terror tear my heart; And snatch me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he ...
— Clarissa Harlowe, Volume 9 (of 9) - The History Of A Young Lady • Samuel Richardson
... Ho! And over the country we go!'" warbled Hicks, as the squad left Bannister Field, and jogged across a green meadow. "'—O'er hill and dale, through valley and vale, Yo! Ho! ...
— T. Haviland Hicks Senior • J. Raymond Elderdice
... the maids assembled; Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled; And when I coughed all thought the end was near! I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me - For I was loved beyond all other men. Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me - Ah me, I was a ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... parson," he said at last, lightly enough, but with a hint of tiredness in his eyes. "And then vanish behind the scenes, leaving the hero and heroine in the middle of the spotlight, with the orchestra tuning up 'The Voice that Breathed o'er Eden,'" he finished, without a trace of bitterness. "So I sent Madame a note by a little nigger newsie." His eyes crinkled, and he quoted the favorite aphorism of the colored people, when they seem to exercise a meticulous care: "Brer Rabbit say, 'I ...
— Slippy McGee, Sometimes Known as the Butterfly Man • Marie Conway Oemler
... soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day!— A world is at our feet as fragile ...
— Fair Italy, the Riviera and Monte Carlo • W. Cope Devereux
... receding in a gradually widening circle, monotonous, mournful, weird, suffusing the soul with an unutterable sadness, as images of wailing processions, of weeping, empty-armed women, and widowed maidens flashed through the mind, and settled on the soul with a crushing, o'er-pressing ...
— Violets and Other Tales • Alice Ruth Moore
... blessed light: Cold in the grave to lie! No voice, no human sight: Darkness and apathy! To die! 'tis hard, ere youth is o'er; But ...
— Primavera - Poems by Four Authors • Stephen Phillips, Laurence Binyon, Manmohan Ghose and Arthur Shearly Cripps
... lilteth o'er the lea, With nimble wing she sporteth; By vows she'll flee from tree to tree Where Philomel resorteth: By break of day, the lark can say, I'll bid you a good-morrow, I'll streik my wing, and mounting sing, O'er Leader ...
— The Life of Mansie Wauch - tailor in Dalkeith • D. M. Moir
... o'er, and I to-day Return to modern time; But yet I've something more to say, If you will list my rhyme. I've been a witness in a case For seven long mortal hours, And, cross-examined, had to face ...
— The Reminiscences Of Sir Henry Hawkins (Baron Brampton) • Henry Hawkins Brampton
... O'er unreclaimed suburban clays Some years ago were hobblin' An elderly ghost of easy ways, And an influential goblin. The ghost was a sombre spectral shape, A fine old five-act fogy, The goblin imp, a lithe young ape, A fine ...
— Fifty Bab Ballads • William S. Gilbert
... seen ramping restlessly, Geared as a general, keen-eyed as a kite, Mid this mad current of close-filed confusion; High-ordering, smartening progress in the slow, And goading those by their own thoughts o'er-goaded; Whose emissaries knock at every door In rhythmal rote, and groan the great events ...
— The Dynasts - An Epic-Drama Of The War With Napoleon, In Three Parts, - Nineteen Acts, And One Hundred And Thirty Scenes • Thomas Hardy
... lake as it sparkled in light, And kissed with low murmur the green shady shore, Whence a tribe had departed, whose traces it bore. Where the lone Indian hastened, and wondering hushed His awe as he trod o'er the mouldering dust! How bright were the waters—how cheerful the song, Which the wood-bird was chirping all the day long, And how welcome the refuge those solitudes gave To the pilgrims who toiled over mountain and wave; ...
— History of the Moravian Church • J. E. Hutton
... "'And o'er us five whose courage great Brought us to far-off Texas, There seems to brood an awful fate, And trials sore ...
— Blue Bonnet's Ranch Party • C. E. Jacobs
... gently sway, Blow Curdken's hat away; Let him chase o'er field and wold Till my locks of ruddy gold, Now astray and hanging down, Be combed ...
— The Blue Fairy Book • Various
... then she counted o'er, The cuckoo still cried as before, Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, ...
— A History of Nursery Rhymes • Percy B. Green
... I have been forced to part. This is the hardest. My beloved daughter, This is the day which I began to dread When still I saw thee smiling in thy cradle, And which has been my nightmare o'er and o'er. (To the MERCHANT.) Forgive me. She is more to me than child. I give thee that for which I have no name, For every name comprises but a part— But she was everything ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... the sky there is not for me, A kindred soul or sympathy, Must I stand alone in Life's busy crowd A living heart in a death-like shroud, And the voice of my wailing o'er sand and stone, Must it die on the waves as they ...
— Honor Edgeworth • Vera
... last in sudden loneliness, And whence they know not, why they need not guess; They more might marvel, when the greeting's o'er, Not that he came, ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... gentle squire would gladly entertaine Into his house some Trencher-chapelaine; Some willing man, that might instruct his sons, And that would stand to good conditions. First, that he lie upon the truckle-bed, While his young master lieth o'er his head; Second, that he do, upon no default, Never to sit above the salt; Third, that he never change his trencher twise; Fourth, that he use all common courtesies, Sit bare at meales, and one ...
— Notes & Queries 1850.01.12 • Various
... to do but to hunt and fish," said Kalitan. "Sometimes we do not find much game, then we think of how, when a Thlinkit dies, he has plenty. If he has lived as a good tribesman, his kyak glides smoothly over the silver waters into the sunset, until, o'er gently flowing currents, it reaches the place of the mighty forest. A bad warrior's canoe passes dark whirlpools and terrible rapids until he reaches the place we speak not of, ...
— Kalitan, Our Little Alaskan Cousin • Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
... Sweet task 'tis o'er, "Tuckman, you're a brick," they cry, Wildly then shake hands all four (Hum and ...
— Fated to Be Free • Jean Ingelow
... in the North and South; they talked and laid links in the West; Till the waters rose o'er Ararat's tees, and the aching wrists could rest— Could rest till that blank, blank canvasback, heard the Devil jeer and scoff, As he flew with the flood-fed olive branch, ...
— Masterpieces Of American Wit And Humor • Thomas L. Masson (Editor)
... blew softly o'er the land, And softly kissed the joyous ocean: He walked beside her, on the sand, And gave ...
— The Galaxy - Vol. 23, No. 1 • Various
... world, to come back to Ireland, and, once again to worship at the shrine of the beauty of God's Country! To open their eyes and their hearts to all the light and glory and wonder which God gives to the marvellous world He has made for humanity. To see the Dawn o'er mountain and lake; scent the grass and the incense of the flowers, and the sweet breath of the land. To grasp the real and tumultuous magnificence of their ...
— Peg O' My Heart • J. Hartley Manners
... scorned rabble were unloading the huts in sections from barges at Ripilly canal wharf and loading them on to lorries for transport to the woods. Chaucer and his Royal Engineers were living on the spot—Ardennes waving o'er them her green leaves and so forth—and we were in rest billets (loud roars of raucous laughter) in Ripilly village, the least sanitary spot in the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 156, May 21, 1919. • Various
... All o'er the ground is spread, alas, this bright, refulgent gem; But with an aim; for it is meant ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book II • Cao Xueqin
... is a land of every land the pride; Belov'd by Heaven o'er all the world beside. Where shall that land, that spot ...
— With the Guards' Brigade from Bloemfontein to Koomati Poort and Back • Edward P. Lowry
... nor a prickly bush, Nor broad-leaved flag, nor reed, nor knotty rush. But here well-ordered was a grove with bowers, There grassy plots set round about with flowers. Here you might through the water see the land Appear, strowed o'er with white or yellow sand; Yon deeper was it, and the wind by whiffs Would make it rise and wash the little cliffs On which, oft pluming, sat unfrighted than The gaggling wild-goose and the snow-white swan, With all those flocks of fowls which to this day, Upon those quiet waters ...
— Pastoral Poems by Nicholas Breton, - Selected Poetry by George Wither, and - Pastoral Poetry by William Browne (of Tavistock) • Nicholas Breton, George Wither, William Browne (of Tavistock)
... better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art ...
— Creative Chemistry - Descriptive of Recent Achievements in the Chemical Industries • Edwin E. Slosson
... slain for us, And their blood flowed out in a rain for us, Red, rich, and pure, on the plain for us; And years may go, But our tears shall flow O'er the dead who have died ...
— A Life of Gen. Robert E. Lee • John Esten Cooke
... howls the blast, Drizzling rain falls thick and fast. Homeward goes the youthful bride, O'er the wild, crowds by her side. How is it, O azure Heaven, From my home I thus am driven, Through the land my way to trace, With no certain dwelling-place? Dark, dark; the minds of men! Worth in vain comes to their ken. Hastens ...
— THE CHINESE CLASSICS (PROLEGOMENA) • James Legge
... busts and medallions I have seen are, in general, such good resemblances that I think I should have known him untold, he has by no means the look to be expected from Bonaparte, but rather that of a profoundly studious and contemplative man, who "o'er books consumes" not only the "midnight oil" but his own daily strength, "and wastes the puny body to decay" by abstruse speculation and theoretic plans or rather visions, ingenious but not practicable. But the look of the commander who heads his own army, who fights his own battles, who conquers ...
— The Diary and Letters of Madame D'Arblay Volume 3 • Madame D'Arblay
... mist is rising o'er the mead, With silver hiding grass and reed; 'Tis silent all, on hill and heath, The evening winds, they hardly breathe; What sudden breaks the silent charm, The echo wakes with wild alarm. With rapid, loud, and furious rattle, ...
— The Two Sides of the Shield • Charlotte M. Yonge
... o'er the suave countenance of the Caliph of Bagdad. He looked keenly and suspiciously at ...
— Strictly Business • O. Henry
... sovereign coronal; A round reared neck, meet column of Love's shrine To cling to when the heart takes sanctuary; Hands which forever at Love's bidding be, And soft-stirred feet still answering to his sign:— These are her gifts, as tongue may tell them o'er. Breathe low her name, my soul, for ...
— Master of the Vineyard • Myrtle Reed
... the sentimental to gain the approval of the factory-farm man. What is true of hogs is also true of cows. They are better off under the constant care of intelligent and interested human beings than when they follow the rippling brook or wind slowly o'er the lea at ...
— The Fat of the Land - The Story of an American Farm • John Williams Streeter
... now, ye trifling, self-assuming elves, Brimful of pride, of nothing, of yourselves, Survey Eugenio, view him o'er and o'er, Then sink into yourselves, ...
— Life of Johnson - Abridged and Edited, with an Introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood • James Boswell
... couldn't swim And the other, he couldn't, too; So they had to float, While their empty boat Danced away o'er ...
— The Jingle Book • Carolyn Wells
... (holding up a coin) is my last dollar, the remains o' my fortin', Silas, an' this here bit o' paper that I'm rappin' round it, is my last will an' testimonial. You'll not refuse to give it to my only friend on arth, Hunky Ben, for I've no wife or chick to weep o'er my grave, even though they knew where it was. You'll do this for me, Silas, ...
— Charlie to the Rescue • R.M. Ballantyne
... play! The coxcombs should have drawn her more in fashion, Have gratify'd her softer inclination, Have tipt her a gallant, and clinch'd the provocation. But there our bard stops short: for 'twere uncivil T'have made a modern belle all o'er a devil! He hop'd in honor of the sex, the age Would bear one ...
— The Palmy Days of Nance Oldfield • Edward Robins
... with the busy bees humming O'er blossoms too bright to forget, And when the soft breezes were coming We saw the grass bow as they met. Oh, may all the hearts that have known you Now beat with a pleasure like ours, And cheerfully say: 'Good-night, ...
— Chatterbox, 1905. • Various
... abstraction! The eye of the weary peasant returning from his daily toil, and the rapt gaze of the inspired poet, are alike fixed on thee; thou stillest the roar of marching armies, and who can doubt thy influence o'er the waves who has witnessed the wide Atlantic sleeping ...
— Vivian Grey • The Earl of Beaconsfield
... sea-day, till sank the sun, Briton and Breton wrought, And Great and Little Britain won The noblest fight ere fought. It was a sailors' victory O'er pride and sordid gain. God grant for ever peace at sea ...
— Legends & Romances of Brittany • Lewis Spence
... brighter grew, Beaming with everlasting bliss, As if the eternal world in view Had weaned her eyes from this: And every feature was composed, As with a placid smile they closed On those who stood around, who felt it was a sin to weep O'er such a smile and such a sleep— So peaceful, so profound; And though they wept, their tears expressed Joy for her time-worn frame at rest— Her soul with ...
— Leading Articles on Various Subjects • Hugh Miller
... but this; No flag floats o'er the water; She's rather new for British Lloyd's— My daughter, O ...
— Mother Carey's Chickens • Kate Douglas Wiggin
... came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold ...
— The Young Llanero - A Story of War and Wild Life in Venezuela • W.H.G. Kingston
... not reign in Russia cold, Nor yet in far Cathay, But o'er this town he's come to ...
— Fifth Avenue • Arthur Bartlett Maurice
... tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee. Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with ...
— The Negro and the Nation - A History of American Slavery and Enfranchisement • George S. Merriam
... Prairie Flower," there was "Lovely Annie Lisle," over whom the willows waved and earthly music could not waken; another named "Sweet Alice Ben Bolt" lying in the churchyard, and still another, "Lily Dale," who was pictured "'neath the trees in the flowery vale," with the wild rose blossoming o'er ...
— Ruggles of Red Gap • Harry Leon Wilson
... was heard, not a brass bell-note, As his corse o'er the sleepers we hurried; Not a fog-signal wailed from a husky throat O'er the grave where our ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 102, June 4, 1892 • Various
... and o'er the welfare of this land, Girt with her maidens, fairest among fair, Reigns a bright virgin sprung from generous sires, In counsel strong, and skill'd in med'cine's lore. Of her (Britannia's diadem consign'd To other brow), for his deep wound and ...
— Tales of the Enchanted Islands of the Atlantic • Thomas Wentworth Higginson
... with their exertions, retire to their cottage homes, marching in procession from the scene of their observances; and silence reigns o'er the village for a few short hours, till the sunlight summons them ...
— Old English Sports • Peter Hampson Ditchfield
... the deed. So Hermes spake, but his advice moved not AEgisthus, on whose head the whole arrear Of vengeance heap'd, at last, hath therefore fall'n. Whom answer'd then Pallas caerulean-eyed. Oh Jove, Saturnian Sire, o'er all supreme! And well he merited the death he found; 60 So perish all, who shall, like him, offend. But with a bosom anguish-rent I view Ulysses, hapless Chief! who from his friends Remote, affliction hath long time endured In yonder wood-land isle, the central ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer
... since in battle I fought. Many the sorrows that o'er me lower. Men hold me for nought; this thought is the worst of all that ...
— Grettir The Strong - Grettir's Saga • Unknown
... a thousand shapes: Borne on the wings of sullen slow disease, Or hovering o'er the field of bloody fight, In calm, in tempest, in the dead of night, Or in the lightning of the summer moon; In all ...
— Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 2 - Historical, Traditional, and Imaginative • Alexander Leighton
... still, the full moon shone down upon a scene which would have chilled the blood of Ralph Browning and made his heart stand still. Upon a single bedstead near the window Rosamond Leyton lay calmly sleeping—her brown curls floating o'er the pillow—her cheeks flushed with health and beauty—her lips slightly apart and her slender hands folded gracefully upon her bosom. Over her a fierce woman bent—her long, black hair streaming down her back—her eyes blazing with passion—her ...
— Rosamond - or, The Youthful Error • Mary J. Holmes
... reverent tread, The hearkeners sought the tavern door: But nothing, save wan moonlight, spread The empty highway o'er. ...
— Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses • Thomas Hardy
... her guitar. "I'll sing this for Barney's dear mother," she said. And in a voice soft, rich and full of melody, and with perfect reproduction of the quaint old-fashioned cadences and quavers, she sang the Highland lament, "O'er the Moor." ...
— The Doctor - A Tale Of The Rockies • Ralph Connor
... wreck last night!' A wreck?—and where The ship, the crew?—All gone. The monument On which is writ no name, no chronicle, Laid itself o'er ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 448 - Volume 18, New Series, July 31, 1852 • Various
... and see where loaden with her freight, A damsel stands, and orange-wench is hight; See! how her charge hangs dangling by the rim, See! how the balls blush o'er the basket-brim; But little those she minds, the cunning belle Has other fish to fry, and other fruit to sell; See! how she whispers yonder youthful peer, See! how he smiles and lends a greedy ear. At length 'tis done, the ...
— The Palmy Days of Nance Oldfield • Edward Robins
... wings of memory occasionally loves to soar o'er the dull, prosaic present, far away into the haunted, dream-land of a hazy ...
— Picturesque Quebec • James MacPherson Le Moine
... parrot from the Spanish Main, Full young, and early caged, came o'er With bright wings to the bleak ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 93, July, 1865 • Various
... slayedst Madhou and Narak grim; That ridest on the King of Birds, Making all glories dim. With eyes like open lotus-flowers, Bright in the morning rain, Freeing by one swift piteous glance The spirit from Life's pain: Of all the three Worlds Treasure! Of sin the Putter-by! O'er the Ten-Headed Victor! Jai Hari! Hari! jai! Thou Shaker of the Mountain! Thou Shadow of the Storm! Thou Cloud that unto Lakshmi's face Comes welcome, white, and warm! O thou,—who to great Lakshmi Art like the silvery beam Which moon-sick chakors feed upon ...
— Indian Poetry • Edwin Arnold
... old time— Good-by to your idle hours; Good-by to dear fields and mountains and glens, And the beautiful sweet wild flowers; Good-by to the hours of frolic and fun, And to freedom's all-glorious reign; For vacation is ended, it's season is o'er, And now ...
— Harper's Young People, September 14, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... clinchers bound. Long and capacious as a shipwright forms Some bark's broad bottom to outride the storms, So large he built the raft; then ribbed it strong From space to space, and nailed the planks along. These formed the sides; the deck he fashioned last; Then o'er the vessel raised the taper mast, With crossing sail-yards dancing in the wind: And to the helm the guiding rudder joined (With yielding osiers fenced to break the force Of surging waves, and steer the steady course). Thy ...
— Man on the Ocean - A Book about Boats and Ships • R.M. Ballantyne
... my goodly young damosel, wert a-junketing it out o' door; and for why, forsooth? Marry, saith she, to hear a shaven crown preach at the Cross! Good sooth, but when I tell lies, I tell liker ones than so! And but now come home, by my troth; and all the pans o' th' fire might ha' boiled o'er, whilst thou, for aught I know, wert a-dancing in Finsbury Fields with a parcel of idle jades like thyself. Beshrew thee for a lazy hilding [young person; a term applied to either sex] that ne'er earneth her bread by the half! ...
— For the Master's Sake - A Story of the Days of Queen Mary • Emily Sarah Holt
... winds, that Huncamunca's mine! Echoes repeat, that Huncamunca's mine! The dreadful bus'ness of the war is o'er, And beauty, heav'nly beauty! crowns my toils! I've thrown the bloody garment now aside And hymeneal ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... at ease, and mock The Tory Shepherds of the flock, The Squire and Parson, o'er whose fall The Primrose Dames ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, December 19, 1891 • Various
... to say chirpy, was the mining promoter's greeting projected into the transmitter which Hal turned over to him. Straightway, however, a change came o'er his ...
— The Clarion • Samuel Hopkins Adams
... in deep harmonious flood Our friendship flowed, and proved, I think, Though water be less dense than blood, Yet blood is far less dense than ink. * * * * * And now, when things are somewhat slow, My leisure moments I beguile By reading o'er with heart aglow A ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 156, Jan. 1, 1919 • Various
... I looked, I wondered more— And while I scanned it o'er and o'er A moment gave me to espy A trouble in her strong black eye; A remnant of uneasy light, A flash of something over bright; Not long this mystery did detain My thoughts—she told in pensive strain That she had borne ...
— Lewie - Or, The Bended Twig • Cousin Cicely
... about midday. Here a halt was made, and tea was issued. At five o'clock the Division moved on and crossed the frontier into Asia as dusk was falling. It was rather an impressive moment and the pipers, rising to the occasion, played "Blue bonnets o'er the Border." Behind was the sunset in a sky of brilliant crimson. In front stretched great uplands of a dim green, while we, the new Crusaders, crossed over to the lilt of the pipes, whose music astonished Palestine now heard for ...
— The Fifth Battalion Highland Light Infantry in the War 1914-1918 • F.L. Morrison
... Martyn lies. In Manhood's early bloom The Christian Hero finds a Pagan tomb. Religion, sorrowing o'er her favourite son, Points to the glorious trophies that he won. Eternal trophies! not with carnage red, Not stained with tears by hapless captives shed, But trophies of the Cross! for that dear name, Through every form of danger, death, and ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 3. (of 4) • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... a wondrous land o'er-canopied with skies of gold and azure: . . white flowers grow in the fragrant fields, . . there are many trees, . . I hear the warbling of many birds; . . I see fair faces that smile upon me and gentle hands that beckon! ...
— Ardath - The Story of a Dead Self • Marie Corelli
... a depth at which perpetual springs Fresh water, in all lands: The which once reached, the buried torrent flings Its treasures o'er the sands.' ...
— Caesar's Column • Ignatius Donnelly
... As the bark floateth on o'er the summer-lit sea, Floats my heart o'er the deeps of its passion for thee; All lost in the space, without terror it glides, For bright with thy soul is the face of the tides. Now heaving, now hush'd, is that passionate ocean, As it catches ...
— The Last Days of Pompeii • Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
... not thou! Wake, and behold how night is done,— How on thy breast, and o'er thy brow, Bursts ...
— In Divers Tones • Charles G. D. Roberts
... us, play no more The fools or tyrants with your friends, To make us still sing o'er and o'er Our own false praises, for your ends: We have both wits and fancies too, And, if we must, let's ...
— Discoveries and Some Poems • Ben Jonson
... When midnight o'er the moonless skies Her pall of transient death has spread, When mortals sleep, when spectres rise, And none are wakeful but the dead; No bloodless shape my way pursues, No sheeted ghost my couch annoys, Visions more ...
— The Antiquary, Complete • Sir Walter Scott
... me this riddle right, or die: What liveth there beneath the sky, Four-footed creature that doth choose Now three feet and now twain to use, And still more feebly o'er the plain Walketh with three feet than ...
— Stories from the Greek Tragedians • Alfred Church
... hours, too swift, too sweet, And waft this message o'er To all we miss, from all we meet On life's ...
— The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (The Physician and Poet not the Jurist)
... shouldn't have minded, Roger!" she answered. "You'll laugh, I know, when I tell you that half-way through the service I began to long for a surplice and the Voice that Breathed O'er Eden. A marriage in a church is a lot prettier than one ...
— Changing Winds - A Novel • St. John G. Ervine
... my home; The leaves, light rustling, o'er me whisper clear, The sun but shines on thee where thou dost roam, ...
— Lucy Raymond - Or, The Children's Watchword • Agnes Maule Machar
... holds and can drag a man to his undoing just as thoroughly as the "long as ye both shall live" curse from the altar-rails, with the bridesmaids giggling behind, and "The Voice that breathed o'er Eden" lifting the roof off. In this manner was Dicky Hatt kidnapped, and he considered it vastly fine, for he had received an appointment in India which carried a magnificent salary from the Home point of view. The marriage ...
— The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition • Rudyard Kipling
... Nelson's memory here's a health, And to his gallant tars, And, may our British seamen bold Despise both wounds and scars; Make France and Spain, And all the main, And all their foes to know, Britons reign o'er the main While ...
— Routledge's Manual of Etiquette • George Routledge
... their God and thou be one, If thou and this thing be the same, Thou shouldst not look upon the sun; The sun grows haggard at thy name. Come down, be done with, cease, give o'er; Hide thyself, strive not, be ...
— Songs before Sunrise • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... festal time, That Keats should set all heaven's woods in rhyme, And Thou in bird-notes. Lo, this tearful night Methinks I see thee, fresh from Death's despite, Perched in a palm-grove, wild with pantomime O'er blissful companies couched in shady thyme. Methinks I hear thy silver whistlings bright Meet with the mighty discourse of the wise, — 'Till broad Beethoven, deaf no more, and Keats, 'Midst of much talk, uplift their smiling eyes And mark the music of thy wood-conceits, And half-way pause on ...
— Bird Neighbors • Neltje Blanchan
... what are you seeking my pretty colleen, So sadly, tell me now!"— "O'er mountain and plain I'm searching in vain Kind ...
— Flamsted quarries • Mary E. Waller
... tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their ...
— Harper's Young People, January 6, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... "Come hither, Stags!" O'er green and glade The silver summons thrilled, And soon the space about the maid With antlered kings ...
— The Book of Saints and Friendly Beasts • Abbie Farwell Brown
... "racing and chasing o'er Cannobie Lea" on the way to Anglers' Bend. Mr. Linton's days of scurrying were over, he said, unless a bullock happened to have a difference of opinion as to the way he should go, and, as racing by one's self is a poor thing Norah was content ...
— A Little Bush Maid • Mary Grant Bruce
... "And o'er him bent his sire, and never raised His eyes from off his face, but wiped the foam From his pale lips, and ever on him gazed, And when the wish'd-for shower at length was come, And the boy's eyes, which the dull film half glazed, Brighten'd, and for a moment seem'd to ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. I. (of VI.) - With his Letters and Journals. • Thomas Moore
... winter's day— As runs the history of a race; Yet, as we look back o'er the way, How distant ...
— Fifty years & Other Poems • James Weldon Johnson
... city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt-sea weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates! The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible: and from the land we went, As to a floating city—steering in, And gliding up her streets, as in a dream, So smoothly, silently—by many a dome, Mosque-like, and many a stately portico, The statues ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... these, who made a particularly fine harangue, represented the River Thames, as a gentleman whose "garment loose and flowing, coloured blue and white, waved like water, flags and ozier-like long hair falling o'er his shoulders; his beard long, sea-green, and white." And so by slow degrees the king came to Temple Bar, where he was entertained by "a view of a delightful boscage, full of several beasts, both tame and savage, ...
— Royalty Restored - or, London under Charles II. • J. Fitzgerald Molloy
... stampede him to his bed, rose at intervals and hid her face in the geranium window when she had to yawn. But it was the clock and not the Major that provoked these mild convulsions. He rehearsed to us his glorious achievements with his "stars." Some few plaints he had, wherein he "wept o'er his wounds," but almost all his tales were "tales of valour done." He told the number of his "stars," vividly described how he held them in his right hand, pointed out to us how one "star" differeth from another "star" in glory, and went to bed at last with the ...
— St. Cuthbert's • Robert E. Knowles
... sail With the blast of the gale, Through billows Atlantic to steer, As he bends o'er the wave, Which may soon be his grave, The green sparkles bright with ...
— The Life of Lord Byron • John Galt
... driness, it becomes a stone: Where it retains more of the humid fatness, It turns to sulphur, or to quicksilver, Who are the parents of all other metals. Nor can this remote matter suddenly Progress so from extreme unto extreme, As to grow gold, and leap o'er all the means. Nature doth first beget the imperfect, then Proceeds she to the perfect. Of that airy And oily water, mercury is engender'd; Sulphur of the fat and earthy part; the one, Which is the last, supplying the place of male, The other of the female, ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson
... seen the Holy Grail: For, waked at dead of night, I heard a sound As of a silver horn from o'er the hills Blown, and I thought, 'It is not Arthur's use To hunt by moonlight'; and the slender sound As from a distance beyond distance grew Coming upon me—O never harp nor horn, Nor aught we blow with breath, ...
— Alfred Tennyson • Andrew Lang
... snow-flakes! How they whiten, melt and die. In what cold and shroud-like masses O'er the buried earth they lie. Lie as though the frozen plain Ne'er would bloom with flowers again. Surely nothing do I know, Half so solemn as the snow, Half so solemn, solemn, solemn, ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... him stood the foul fiends, And with their clubs of steel, Struck him o'er the helmit That in deadly swound he fell. But God his sorrow saw, To the fiends his Son he sent; From the earth they vanished With howling and lament. The Christian hero thanked his God, From the ground he rose with speed, Joyfully he sheathed his ...
— Folk Lore - Superstitious Beliefs in the West of Scotland within This Century • James Napier
... ere the morn of Time, On wings outstretch'd, o'er Chaos hung sublime; Warm'd into life the bursting egg of Night, And gave young Nature to admiring Light!— YOU! whose wide arms, in soft embraces hurl'd Round the vast frame, connect the whirling world! 20 Whether immers'd ...
— The Temple of Nature; or, the Origin of Society - A Poem, with Philosophical Notes • Erasmus Darwin
... white roses in her hand, and she saw George's face—the face of her dreams come true—looking at her out of a starry mist, while in the shining wilderness that surrounded them she heard an organ playing softly "The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden." Then the going away! The good-byes at the station in Richmond; her mother's face, pathetic and drawn against the folds of her crape veil; Cousin Jimmy, crimson and jovial; Florrie's violent waving as the train moved away; Miss Jemima, with her smiling, pain-tortured ...
— Life and Gabriella - The Story of a Woman's Courage • Ellen Glasgow
... 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not; till the place Became religious, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our ...
— Critical Miscellanies, Vol. I - Essay 3: Byron • John Morley
... lattice is before her, In a tower that's high She doth sit and sigh, A wizard watch and ward keeps o'er her." ...
— Folk Tales Every Child Should Know • Various
... on, through Arabie And Persia, and the wild Carmanian waste, And o'er the aerial mountains which pour down Indus and Oxus from their ...
— The Quest of the Golden Girl • Richard le Gallienne
... shared Their deep abodes—their endless exile, some,— Some to return to the ethereous light When one of human form, a Savior-Man Almighty, not in deity alone, But mightier than all angels in the might And guard of human innocence preserved, Should freely enter their dark empire—these To loose, o'er those to triumph; this the theme, The adventure, and the triumph of ...
— The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 4, March, 1851 • Various
... employ his morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord: And spends the wakeful hours at night, With pleasure pondering o'er the word. ...
— The Psalms of David - Imitated in the Language of The New Testament - And Applied to The Christian State and Worship • Isaac Watts
... by lot our triple rule we know; Infernal Pluto sways the shades below; O'er the wide clouds, and o'er the starry plain, Ethereal Jove extends his high domain; My court beneath the hoary waves I keep, And hush the roarings of the ...
— The Boys' and Girls' Plutarch - Being Parts of The "Lives" of Plutarch • Plutarch
... hills round the vale of Glenco; Hard rise its rocks up the sides of the sky; Cold fall the streams from the snow on their summits; Bitter are the winds that search for the wanderer; False are the vapours that trail o'er the correi Blacker than caverns that hollow the mountain, Harder than crystals in the rock's bosom Colder than ice borne down in the torrents, More bitter than hail windswept o'er the correi, Falser than vapours that hide the dark ...
— Malcolm • George MacDonald
... glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowled head; 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 ...
— The Colored Regulars in the United States Army • T. G. Steward
... not weep, or grieve, or pine. Ich bin dein! Go, lave once more thy restless hands Afar within the azure sea,— Traverse Arabia's scorching sands,— Fly where no thought can follow thee, O'er desert waste and billowy ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 32, June, 1860 • Various
... springs Forth from the crowd of nymphs surrounding Istomina(*) the nimbly-bounding; With one foot resting on its tip Slow circling round its fellow swings And now she skips and now she springs Like down from Aeolus's lip, Now her lithe form she arches o'er And beats ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... strong reality Outshines our fairyland; in shape and hues More beautiful than our fantastic sky, And the strange constellations which the Muse O'er her wild universe ...
— The Pleasures of Life • Sir John Lubbock
... you till we meet again, Keep love's banner floating o'er you, Smite death's threatening wave before you, God be with you till ...
— From Aldershot to Pretoria - A Story of Christian Work among Our Troops in South Africa • W. E. Sellers
... fears hath she! Her giant form Majestically calm would go O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, 'Mid he deep darkness, white as snow! So stately her bearing, so proud her array, The main she will traverse forever and aye! Many ports shall exult in the gleam of her mast— ...
— Sea and Shore - A Sequel to "Miriam's Memoirs" • Mrs. Catharine A. Warfield
... tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods ...
— The "Goldfish" • Arthur Train
... o'er his urn, And all the virtues bending mourn; Humanity, with languid eye, Melting for others' misery; Prudence, whose hands a measure hold, And Temperance, with a chain of gold; Fidelity's triumphant vest, And Fortitude in armor drest; Wisdom's ...
— Biographical Memorials of James Oglethorpe • Thaddeus Mason Harris
... 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 ...
— The Blazed Trail • Stewart Edward White
... shore, The hoarse, rough verse, should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw. The line too labors, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along ...
— A Study of Fairy Tales • Laura F. Kready
... the clouds are shedding jewels o'er the rosy land, And the breath of morning zephyr, fraught with Tatar musk, is bland; Whilst the world's fair time is present, do not thou unheeding stand: Gaily live! for soon will vanish, biding not, the ...
— Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers • W. A. Clouston
... seem but yesterday that she came to me as I was training the woodbine o'er the arbor that led to her little garden, and put her white hand on my shoulder. (My lady was never one for wearing gloves, yet the sun seemed no more to think o' scorching her fair hands than the leaves of a day-lily.) She comes to me and lays her hand on my shoulder, and her long ...
— A Brother To Dragons and Other Old-time Tales • Amelie Rives
... him with his niggers!' But the glorious souls set free Are leading the van of the army That fights for liberty. Brothers in death, in glory The same palm branches bear; And the crown is as bright o'er the sable brows As ...
— The Black Phalanx - African American soldiers in the War of Independence, the - War of 1812, and the Civil War • Joseph T. Wilson
... the old sleeping world once more in its breathless beauty. The earth turned over in her sleep, gasped with delight—and woke. There was a murmur and a movement everywhere. The spacious, stately life that breathes o'er ancient trees came forth from the wood without a centre; from the lines emanated that gracious, almost tender force they harvest in the spring. There was a little shiver of joy among the rose ...
— The Extra Day • Algernon Blackwood
... faults and errors seem like stepping-stones That led the way to knowledge of the truth And made me value virtue; sorrows shine In rainbow colors o'er the gulf of years, Where ...
— Custer, and Other Poems. • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... glens, where bright-winged birds chant low their love-songs to their listening mates, and where many a strange, fantastic fern nods weeping o'er the ...
— As We Sweep Through The Deep • Gordon Stables
... weary path I've travelled, mid darkness, storm, and strife, Bearing many a burden, contending for my life; But now the morn is breaking,—my toil will soon be o'er; I'm kneeling at the threshold, my hand is at ...
— The White Rose of Langley - A Story of the Olden Time • Emily Sarah Holt
... heavens their glory shed, The star shines o'er His head, The promised Christ and King; And wise men from the lands afar, Led by the brightness of the ...
— Hymns of the Greek Church - Translated with Introduction and Notes • John Brownlie
... blooms unless kissed by the Christchild, Glossy-leaved hemlock tree! Come little Christchild and breathe on its branches That its fair blossoms we see; Kissed by the lips of the Heavenly Christchild, Blessed by the wind so free, Grown o'er the treasure the Good Spirits planted Wondrous its fruit must be! Here is my hemlock tree, Christchild kiss it for me. Make every branch bear A gift that is fair, This glossy-leaved hemlock tree, Evergreen ...
— A Napa Christchild; and Benicia's Letters • Charles A. Gunnison
... they'll struggle no more, The hatchet is fallen, the red man is low; And near him reposes the arm of his foe. . . . . . . . . Sleep, soldiers of merit; sleep, gallants of yore. The hatchet is fallen, the struggle is o'er. While the fir tree is green and the wind rolls a wave, The tear drop shall brighten the turf of the brave. ...
— Boys' Book of Frontier Fighters • Edwin L. Sabin
... atheist's house, which hath no welcome there.' 'A sigh, a sigh for Bagdad, a sigh for Irak's land! For all its lovely peacocks, and the splendors they expand: They walk beside the Tigris, and the looks they turn on me Shine o'er the jeweled necklace, like moons ...
— Continental Monthly - Volume 1 - Issue 3 • Various
... ill-fated army fought and lost Before the gates of Astrakhan, and fled Close followed by the Sultan of Taschkent, Who, barbarous, o'er the battlefield careered, I in my helpless rage and wounded sore Sought refuge in the city. There I heard Timur, your noble father, like yourself, Had fallen in the battle. Weeping then, I hastened to the Palace, with intent To save Elmase, your mother, from the ...
— Turandot, Princess of China - A Chinoiserie in Three Acts • Karl Gustav Vollmoeller
... kissing, And on her neck a wanton's[167] mark not missing. But, though I like a swelling flood was driven, And as a prey unto blind anger given, Was't not enough the fearful wench to chide? Nor thunder, in rough threatenings, haughty pride? Nor shamefully her coat pull o'er her crown, Which to her waist her girdle still kept down? But cruelly her tresses having rent, My nails to scratch her lovely cheeks I bent. 50 Sighing she stood, her bloodless white looks shewed, Like marble from the Parian mountains hewed. Her half-dead joints, and trembling ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... some wintry day, to men Jove would, in might, his sharp artillery show; He wills his winds to sleep, and over plain And mountains pours, in countless flakes, his snow. Deep it conceals the rocky cliffs and hills, Then covers all the blooming meadows o'er, All the rich monuments of mortals' skill, All ports and rocks that break the ocean-shore. Rock, haven, plain, are buried by its fall; But the near wave, unchanging, drinks it all. So while these stony tempests veil the skies, While this on Greeks, and that on Trojans flies, The ...
— If, Yes and Perhaps - Four Possibilities and Six Exaggerations with Some Bits of Fact • Edward Everett Hale
... ranger! What led thee hither 'mongst the types and cases? Didst thou not know that running midnight races O'er standing types was fraught with imminent danger? Did hunger lead thee—didst thou think to find Some rich old cheese to fill thy hungry maw? Vain hope! for none but literary jaw Can masticate our ...
— A Child-World • James Whitcomb Riley
... farewell I bid to you, Ye prams and boats, which, o'er the wave, Were doom'd to waft to England's shore Our hero chiefs, our soldiers brave. To you, good gentlemen of Thames, Soon, soon our visit shall be paid, Soon, soon your merriment be o'er 'T is but a few short ...
— Memoirs of the Court of St. Cloud, Complete - Being Secret Letters from a Gentleman at Paris to a Nobleman in London • Lewis Goldsmith
... with thee the roses fly, And jocund youth's gay reign is o'er; Though dimm'd the lustre of the eye, And hope's vain dreams ...
— The Journal of Sir Walter Scott - From the Original Manuscript at Abbotsford • Walter Scott
... you are Heh, ho rump to pume did'dle. Set back pinkey wink, Come Tom Nippecat Sing song Kitty cat, can't You carry me o'er? ...
— Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States, From Interviews with Former Slaves - Virginia Narratives • Works Projects Administration
... lofty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in a sable garb of woe. With haggard ...
— England, Picturesque and Descriptive - A Reminiscence of Foreign Travel • Joel Cook
... perturbed spirit. By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, now wherefore stop'st thou me?—For Maud Beaudesart comes o'er my memory as doth the raven o'er the infected house. Get thee to a nunnery, Jim. The chalk-mark is on my door; for Mrs. B. has no less than three consecutive husbands in heaven—so potently has her woman-soul proved its capacity for ...
— Such is Life • Joseph Furphy
... mists from earth are clouds in heaven: Clouds, slowly castellating in a calm Sublimer than a storm; while brighter breathes O'er the whole firmament the breadth of blue, Because of that excessive purity Of all those hanging snow-white palaces, A gentle contrast, ...
— The Rain Cloud - or, An Account of the Nature, Properties, Dangers and Uses of Rain • Anonymous
... in the air it rises O'er the rush, the plunge, the death; On the thronging banks of the river There is neither pulse ...
— Henry James, Jr. • William Dean Howells
... a holy feeling, Vulgar minds, can never know, O'er the bosom softly stealing,— Chasten'd grief, delicious woe! Oh! how sweet at eve regaining Yon lone tower's sequester'd shade— ...
— Humorous Ghost Stories • Dorothy Scarborough
... the burn to Habbie's Howe, Where a' the sweets o' spring an' simmer grow: Between twa birks, out o'er a little lin, The water fa's an' mak's a singan din; A pool breast-deep, beneath as clear as glass, Kisses, wi' easy whirls, ...
— Penelope's Progress - Being Such Extracts from the Commonplace Book of Penelope Hamilton As Relate to Her Experiences in Scotland • Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
... wait to see how the cat jumps, wait to see how the wind blows. Adj. changeful &c 149; irresolute &c 605; ductile, slippery as an eel, trimming, ambidextrous, timeserving^; coquetting &c v.. revocatory^, reactionary. Phr. a change came o'er the ...
— Roget's Thesaurus of English Words and Phrases: Body • Roget
... prudence and of love, Practise dark magic on our sister's soul— That by strange motions, incantations, spells, So work you on her spirit that strange sleep, Sombre as Death's dark shadow, presently Steals o'er her fragile body, dulls her sense, And wraps her wholly in its chill embrace; That thus, spell-bound, lost to the living world, She lies till thou again unwind her chain, And wak'st her feebly to this life of earth. Thus dost thou peril her, thou blinded man! Sett'st ...
— Poems • Walter R. Cassels
... own the vast decree, Formed in the bosom of Eternity, And know all secondary causes tend Each to contribute to one mighty end; Yet while these causes firmly fixed remain— Links quite unbroken in the endless chain, So that could one be snapped, the whole must fail, And wide confusion o'er the world prevail; Why may not our petitions, which arise In humble adoration to the skies, Be foreordained the causes, whence shall flow Our purest pleasures in this vale of woe? Not that they move the purpose that hath stood By time unchanged, ...
— Modern Atheism under its forms of Pantheism, Materialism, Secularism, Development, and Natural Laws • James Buchanan
... echo and the shadow o'er, Soon, soon we lie with lid-encumbered eyes And the great fabrics that we reared before Crumble to make a dust ...
— From the Darkness Cometh the Light, or Struggles for Freedom • Lucy A. Delaney
... of God in Courts and Churches watch, O'er such as do a Toleration hatch, Lest that ill egg bring forth a cockatrice To poison all with Heresie ...
— Anne Bradstreet and Her Time • Helen Campbell
... heard the charge, As two policemen swore it; Then heard H. Furniss' defence, And sagely pondered o'er it. ...
— The Confessions of a Caricaturist, Vol. 1 (of 2) • Harry Furniss
... of revelry by night, And proud Glencaid had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and ...
— Bob Hampton of Placer • Randall Parrish
... from this myth hath sprung fiction still more insane! Lost is the subtle life, divine, and real!—gone! Assumed, mean subterfuge! foul bags of skin and bone! Fortune, when once adverse, how true! gold glows no more! In evil days, alas! the jade's splendour is o'er! Bones, white and bleached, in nameless hill-like mounds are flung, Bones once of youths renowned ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin |
