"O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... down, O Mother Mary, From thy bright throne above; Send down upon thy children One holy glance of love! And if a heart so tender With pity flows not o'er, Then turn, O Mother Mary, And smile ...
— The Beth Book - Being a Study of the Life of Elizabeth Caldwell Maclure, a Woman of Genius • Sarah Grand
... runs about the nursery floor, The chairs and table clambers o'er, And nestles down upon my lap Beside the cat, ...
— Friends in Feathers and Fur, and Other Neighbors - For Young Folks • James Johonnot
... winged; six wings he wore to shade His lineaments divine; the pair that clad Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast, With regal ornament; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold And colours dipped in Heav'n; the third his feet Shadowed from either heel with feathered mail, Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia's son he ...
— The Spirit of Christmas • Henry Van Dyke
... Sweet task 'tis o'er, "Tuckman, you're a brick," they cry, Wildly then shake hands all four (Hum and Ho, the end ...
— Fated to Be Free • Jean Ingelow
... God, the day is won! They fly o'er flood and fell— Why dost thou draw the rein so hard, Good knight, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXLV. July, 1844. Vol. LVI. • Various
... Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent. "Ere it fade," Said my companion, "I will show you soon A better station." So, o'er the lagune We glided: and from that funereal bark I leaned, and saw the city; and could mark How from their many isles, in evening's gleam, Its temples and its palaces did seem Like fabrics of enchantment piled ...
— Renaissance in Italy Vol. 3 - The Fine Arts • John Addington Symonds
... must cease to be, If no maiden, honestly, Plight her virgin troth to me, By yon cold moon's silver shower, In the chill and mystic hour, When the arrowy moonbeams fall In the fairies' festive hall. Twice her light shall o'er me pass, Then I am what once I was, Should no maid, betrothed, but free, Plight her ...
— Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 2 (of 2) • John Roby
... soldier fills our ranks, Nor yet a martial slave; O'er free and independent men Our banners proudly wave. They are our country's stalwart sons, Who love their home and hearth, Who honour still their Fatherland, And this ...
— The Black-Sealed Letter - Or, The Misfortunes of a Canadian Cockney. • Andrew Learmont Spedon
... brave old Trade wind, blow! Send the mighty billows flashing In the radiant sunlight, dashing O'er the reef, like thunder crashing, Blow thou brave ...
— Here, There And Everywhere • Lord Frederic Hamilton
... The long-expected comes, the ivory gates Open on noiseless hinge before thy bower Unbidden, and the jewelled chariot waits With magic steeds. Thou from the fronting rim Bending to urge them, whilst thy sea-dark hair Falls in ambrosial ripples o'er each limb, With beautiful pale arms, untrammelled, bare For horsemanship, to those twin chargers fleet Dost give full rein across the fires that glow In the wide floor of heaven, from off their feet Scattering the powdery star-dust as they go. Come swiftly down the sky, O Lady Night, Fall ...
— Spirits in Bondage • (AKA Clive Hamilton) C. S. Lewis
... no manifest 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
... for five days, the ship being steered east by south, meeting the sun and losing an hour a day by the chronometer and going twelve knots each hour out of the twenty-four; when on reaching the longitude of the Cape "a change came o'er the spirit" of ...
— The Wreck of the Nancy Bell - Cast Away on Kerguelen Land • J. C. Hutcheson
... seven fleets of Venice— And what shall be their fate? One shall return with porphyry And pearl and fair agate. One shall return with spice and spoil And silk of Samarcand. But nevermore shall one win o'er The ...
— Nirvana Days • Cale Young Rice
... bitch had followed my nose, instead of her own beautiful scent," said the remaining speaker, "we should ha' been over the ford too, long ago. They'd as soon think of swimming o'er the bay in a cabbage-leaf as cross at this place. Back, back; and we'll shoulder 'em yet, my darlings. Come along, boys—one of you take the ford, an' watch the road over the hill. Have a care, now, that the rogues be not skulking round the bog. I'll keep the ...
— Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 2 (of 2) • John Roby
... Irishman To think what uniform was on his back When he so died? What if in that assault I had died too, my name had ranked with his In song and monument; unfading laurels Had shed their brazen lustre o'er our brows, And we, like demigods, had lived forever. Was it enough for him, to scale the sky Against the slippery adamant of Fame, And, giving youth, give all? I have done more. All of his early prowess was mine too: In everything ...
— The Treason and Death of Benedict Arnold - A Play for a Greek Theatre • John Jay Chapman
... 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 ...
— The Blazed Trail • Stewart Edward White
... suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But, your griefs forever ending, Find eternal noon in me; God shall rise, and shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your ...
— Hymns for Christian Devotion - Especially Adapted to the Universalist Denomination • J.G. Adams
... rich is long and long— The longest of hangmen's cords; But the kings and crowds are holding their breath, In a giant shadow o'er all beneath Where God stands holding the scales of Death Between the ...
— Utopia of Usurers and other Essays • G. K. Chesterton
... 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 ...
— Famous Tales of Fact and Fancy - Myths and Legends of the Nations of the World Retold for Boys and Girls • Various
... 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, As the falling, ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... the fate of man should by imagination and sentiment have been so connected with the phenomena of nature in myths and symbols embodied in pathetic religious ceremonies was a spontaneous product. For how "Her fresh benignant look Nature changes at that lorn season when, With tresses drooping o'er her sable stole, She yearly mourns the mortal doom of man, Her noblest work! So Israel's virgins erst With annual moan upon the ...
— The Destiny of the Soul - A Critical History of the Doctrine of a Future Life • William Rounseville Alger
... Alter ye the olden plan,— Look through man to the Creator, Maker, Father, God of Man! Shall imperishable spirit Yield to perishable clay? No! sublime o'er Alpine mountains Soars ...
— Friends and Neighbors - or Two Ways of Living in the World • Anonymous
... sculptor's tool! Becall the dreams that die To rule In Parian o'er the sky; And kings that not endure In bronze to re-ascend Secure ...
— Collected Poems - Volume One (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
... more sense," returned her acetous companion. "I have bidden her forty times o'er to have these maids well ordered, and mine house as like to an holy convent as might be compassed; and here is she none knows whither—taking her pleasure, I reckon—and these caitiff hildings making the very walls for ...
— A Forgotten Hero - Not for Him • Emily Sarah Holt
... thousand lyres be swept, Let paeans ring o'er sea and land— The Almighty hath our Sovereign kept Within the hollow ...
— Queen Victoria • E. Gordon Browne
... is the 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
... threatens me with persecution as a rogue an' vagabond, a-obtainin' money under false pertences for practisin' my lawful an' necessary art. Why, it ain't so long since I cured his mother o' the rheumatiz, as is more nor he can dew, wi' all his drugs, an' the pestle an' mortar o'er ...
— Julia And Her Romeo: A Chronicle Of Castle Barfield - From "Schwartz" by David Christie Murray • David Christie Murray
... obscene—their idol-god, an Ass!' So went the word forth, so acceptance found, So century re-echoed century, Cursed the accursed,—and so, from sire to son, You Romans cried, 'The offscourings of our race Corrupt within the depths there: fitly, fiends Perform a temple-service o'er the dead: Child, gather garment round thee, pass nor pry!' So groaned your generations: till the time Grew ripe, and lightning hath revealed, belike,— Thro' crevice peeped into by curious fear,— Some object even fear could recognise I' the place of spectres; ...
— Studies in Literature • John Morley
... her lips were blue with 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 ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... strength encountered strength, Thus long, but unprevailing—the event Of that portentous fight appeared at length. Until the lamp of day was almost spent It had endured, when lifeless, stark, and rent, Hung high that mighty serpent, and at last Fell to the sea, while o'er the continent, With clang of wings and scream, the eagle past, Heavily borne away on the ...
— Life of Cicero - Volume One • Anthony Trollope
... on blossoms, and seared the sweet breath Of the greenwood with low-brooding vapors of death; O'er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast, And away to the fore-front of battle we passed,— ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, Number 59, September, 1862 • Various
... fell out that certain players We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him; And there did seem in him a kind of joy To ...
— Shadows of the Stage • William Winter
... 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 ...
— Steve Yeager • William MacLeod Raine
... pleasure?" observed the Amazon, folding her arms in a defiant manner, while through the open door they could now hear distinctly the cobbler's subdued and singularly toneless voice meandering on—"O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's ...
— Herb of Grace • Rosa Nouchette Carey
... of the field is o'er, The trumpets sleep, and cannons cease to roar; When every dismal echo is decay'd, And all the thunder of the battle laid; Attend, auspicious prince, and let the Muse In humble accents milder thoughts infuse. Others, in bold prophetic numbers skill'd, Set thee in arms, and led thee to the field; ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
... is a day of rummaging, The closets to explore; To take down from the dusty shelves The books—that never read themselves— And turning pages o'er Discover therein safely laid The bills forgot and never paid— Somehow that of the corner store Such ...
— Poems - Vol. IV • Hattie Howard
... and Armagh is very beautiful from a pastoral point of view. After the savage deserts of the West it "Comes o'er my soul like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets." Every yard of ground is going at its best pace. The valleys stand so thick with corn that they laugh and sing. Immense vistas of highly cultivated country unroll themselves in every direction. The land is ...
— Ireland as It Is - And as It Would be Under Home Rule • Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
... seasons, at thy call, renewed the spell That thrilled our better years, The primal wonder o'er our spirits fell, And woke the fount ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864 • Various
... should mortal men be placed O'er us animals? Though high You may lift your heads, yet low In those heads ...
— Atta Troll • Heinrich Heine
... him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution ...
— The Diverting History of John Gilpin • William Cowper
... sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead! ...
— The Verbalist • Thomas Embly Osmun, (AKA Alfred Ayres)
... other land like thee, No dearer shore; Thou art the shelter of the free; The home, the port of liberty Thou hast been, and shall ever be Till time is o'er. Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son ...
— Oak Openings • James Fenimore Cooper
... another By some word or deed? Can I scatter blessings O'er a soul's sore need? If I can, then let me Now, within today, Help the one who needs me On ...
— The Lilac Lady • Ruth Alberta Brown
... circles, however, this is not so much the case, and as our country glows older it is to be hoped that "a change will come o'er the spirit of our dream" in this respect, thus lessening the present responsibility of our hostesses, who, torn between two opposing factions, feel that "If I introduce Mrs. So-and-so to Mrs. Blank she will never forgive ...
— Social Life - or, The Manners and Customs of Polite Society • Maud C. Cooke
... lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars. Nothing of Europe here, Or, then, ...
— The Frontier in American History • Frederick Jackson Turner
... are baying on my track, Ole Master comes behind, Resolved that he will bring me back, Before I cross the line; I'm now embarked for yonder shore, Where a man's a man by law, De iron horse will bear me o'er, To "shake de lion's paw;" Oh, righteous Father, wilt thou not pity me. And help me on to Canada, where all de ...
— Harriet, The Moses of Her People • Sarah H. Bradford
... pray for me, Whilst far from heav'n and thee I wander in a fragile bark, O'er life's tempestuous sea; O Virgin Mother, from thy throne, So bright in bliss above, Protect thy child and cheer my path, With ...
— Baltimore Catechism No. 2 (of 4) • Anonymous
... 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 M. Yonge
... "O'er the land and booming deep, on golden pinion borne, flits the god of love, maddening the heart and beguiling the senses of all whom he attacks, savage whelps on mountains bred, ocean's monsters, creatures of this sun-warmed earth, and man; thine, O Cypris, thine alone, the ...
— Primitive Love and Love-Stories • Henry Theophilus Finck
... sister choristry! And like a windward murmur of the sea, O'er silver shells, so solemnly it falls! A dying music shrouded in deep walls, That bury its wild breathings! And the moon, Of glow-worm hue, like virgin in sad swoon, Lies coldly on the bosom of a cloud, Until ...
— The Death-Wake - or Lunacy; a Necromaunt in Three Chimeras • Thomas T Stoddart
... distant climes, o'er widespread seas, we come, Though not with much eclat or beat of drum; True patriots we, for, be it understood, We left our country for our ...
— Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 3, Part 1, Slice 3 - "Banks" to "Bassoon" • Various
... festival was o'er last night, I went to join some comrades in their wine To pass the time in ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII. No. 3. March 1848 • Various
... one, thou dost desire thy name—ategarumadlune," she said. "Thou dost desire it as that which is as precious as thy shadow. But the ilisitok has gone and never will she breathe o'er thee the name I know . . . the name I felt stirring within me since the night . . . when the women addressed the dead . . . Sweetly didst thou sing within my heart—but thy song came from the darkness. Yea . . . from the ...
— The Eternal Maiden • T. Everett Harre
... still his claim the injured ocean laid. And oft at leap-frog o'er their steeples played, As if on purpose it on land had come To show them what's their mare liberum; The fish ofttimes the burgher dispossessed, And sate, not as a meat, but as a guest; And oft the Tritons and the sea-nymphs ...
— The Function Of The Poet And Other Essays • James Russell Lowell
... Then searching o'er the field and mead, He lightly on my tomb shall tread, But me he ne'er shall find: Then I, my friend, like a true knight, My sword shall draw, my prince to right, And ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that ...
— The Launch Boys' Adventures in Northern Waters • Edward S. Ellis
... looked at the horses, and counted but three: 'You were always together — where's Harry?' cried he. Oh, sadly they looked at the glass as they said, 'You may put it away, for our old mate is dead;' But one, gazing out o'er the ridges afar, Said, 'We owe him a shout — leave the glass ...
— In the Days When the World Was Wide and Other Verses • Henry Lawson
... she mashed the fragrant Strawberry; lashes soft as silk Drooped o'er saddened eyes, when vagrant Gnats sought watery graves ...
— Verses and Translations • C. S. C.
... long thy power hath blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 10 - The Guide • Charles Herbert Sylvester
... should like To sail on yonder sea, And with that pretty milk-white bird, Skim o'er the ...
— Home Lyrics • Hannah. S. Battersby
... the Headmaster's awesome den, His cane poised o'er me palely bending, A lozenge deftly swallowed then Had eased the smart of ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 158, June 2, 1920 • Various
... hard bread and cold bully we chew; It is months since we've tasted a stew; And the Jack Johnsons flare through the cold wintry air, O'er my little wet ...
— A Labrador Doctor - The Autobiography of Wilfred Thomason Grenfell • Wilfred Thomason Grenfell
... cove but still retaineth Wavelets that we loved of yore, Lightly up the rock-weeds lifting, Gently murmuring o'er the sand; Like romping girls each other chasing, Ever brilliant, ever shifting, Interlaced and interlacing, Till ...
— The Tribune of Nova Scotia - A Chronicle of Joseph Howe • W. L. (William Lawson) Grant
... thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore ...
— The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 1 (of 5) of the Raven Edition • Edgar Allan Poe
... halls, Thin streets and foreign aspects, such as must Too oft remind her who and what enthrals, Have flung a desolate cloud o'er Venice' lovely walls." ...
— Pilgrimage from the Alps to the Tiber - Or The Influence of Romanism on Trade, Justice, and Knowledge • James Aitken Wylie
... holding in its lap the consummate fruits of the earth, which are culled by the hand of prudence and judgment, some to be garnered in the treasury of useful things, while others are allowed to return to their primitive elements. When spring comes smiling o'er the earth, she breathes on the icebound waters, and they flow anew. Frost and snow retreat before her advancing footsteps. The earth is clothed with verdure; and the trees put forth their leaves. Again, a few short ...
— The Path of Duty, and Other Stories • H. S. Caswell
... shrieks o'er the sea his curse from the covered deck, My brother, the mine, lies sullen-dumb, agape for the dreadnought's wreck, I glide on the breath of my mother, Death, and my goal ...
— New York Times Current History: The European War, Vol 2, No. 1, April, 1915 - April-September, 1915 • Various
... if a tantalizing passion of a gay lawn tennis fashion Should fire your love of sport, On the neat and well-kept lawn, a net that's never torn Hangs quiv'ring o'er the court. Or if your voice you'd raise in sweet or high-tun'd lays, You'll find a piano there, And birdies too will sing, like mortals—that's a thing You'll never hear elsewhere— And then you're bound to say that you have liked your stay, And never in your life I'm very sure will you ...
— Twixt France and Spain • E. Ernest Bilbrough
... her out of the room, and when Sycamore Ridge packed itself into the Congregational Church one June night, to witness the most gorgeous church wedding the town ever had seen, John opened the ceremonies by singing the "Voice that breathed o'er Eden" most effectively, and Sycamore Ridge in its best clothes, rather stuffed and uncomfortable thereby, was in that unnatural attitude toward the world where it thought John Barclay's voice, a throaty baritone, with much affectation in the middle register, a tendency ...
— A Certain Rich Man • William Allen White
... in the wall eastward, Display'd its mighty mouth; There was another westward, And spires stood north and south. The dome itself, high rearing, A slender spirelet bore, Upon it, ever veering, A Pegasus gilt o'er. ...
— Ellen of Villenskov - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... 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
... shot tore away all the tender wood, Yet with arms uplifted Christ His Figure stood; Out reached the blessing hands, meek bowed the head, Christ! The saving solace o'er the waste ...
— Ballads of Peace in War • Michael Earls
... rescued, "Where," you say, "Shall we the relics of Aratus lay?" The soil that would not lightly o'er him rest, Or to be under him would feel oppressed, Were in the sight of earth and ...
— Plutarch's Lives • A.H. Clough
... waters all alone, Where sunshine scarcely breaks on stump or stone To scare the dreamy vision. Thus did she, A star in deepest night, intent but free, Gleam through the eyeless darkness, heeding not Her beauty's praise, but musing o'er her lot. ...
— The Life of John Sterling • Thomas Carlyle
... ere she resigns it, she lingers, glancing o'er The pretty picture pages and well-known ...
— Happy Days for Boys and Girls • Various
... from the stool, a paperweight in each hand. "Only o'er my dead body will ye tell him in yer mortal flesh. Make the start to enter the mill, and it's my thocht that ye'll tell him by speeritual knocks or by tipping a table ...
— All-Wool Morrison • Holman Day
... would thou wouldst not ask me; the next moment 300 Will send my answer through thy babbling troop Of paramours, and thence fly o'er the palace, Even to the city, and so ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... is gone, and darkness reigns E'en in the realms 'above the clouds,' Ah! how can light, or tranquil peace, Shine o'er that lone ...
— Japanese Literature - Including Selections from Genji Monogatari and Classical - Poetry and Drama of Japan • Various
... me, you must draw your pen Not once, nor twice, but o'er and o'er again Through what you've written, if you would entice The man who reads you once to read you twice. ...
— The Handy Cyclopedia of Things Worth Knowing - A Manual of Ready Reference • Joseph Triemens
... on the earth was queen She held her court in gardens green Fair hung with tapestry of leaves, Where threads of gold the sun enweaves With checquered patterns on the floor Of velvet lawns the scythe smoothes o'er: Their waving fans the soft winds spread Each way to cool Queen Summer's head: The woodland dove made music soft, And Eros ...
— Queen Summer - or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose • Walter Crane
... hung By silver Avon's holy shore, Till twice a hundred years roll'd o'er, When SHE, the bold enchantress, came With fearless hand and heart on flame,— From the pale willow snatched the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure, Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspiring strain ...
— The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851 • Various
... silv'ry beam; Or when, in sad and plaintive strains, The mournful Philomel complains, In dulcet tones bewails her fate, And murmurs for her absent mate; Inspir'd by sympathy divine, I'll weep her woes—for they are mine. Driv'n by my fate, where'er I go, O'er burning plains, o'er hills of snow, Or on the bosom of the wave, The howling tempest doom'd to brave,— Where'er my lonely course I bend, Thy image shall my steps attend; Each object I am doom'd to see, Shall bid remembrance picture thee. Yes; I shall view thee ...
— Beaux and Belles of England • Mary Robinson
... he winged his alabaster flight Neath the full beams of the mistaken sun O'er gazing crowds, till at th' unwonted sight Some unexpected sportsman with a gun Brought down the bird, all fluff, mid sounding cheers: Mourn, maidens, mourn, and wipe the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, March 18, 1914 • Various
... spoke, I shar'd thy sympathy, Old Heart of Oak! For surely when my labour ceas'd at night, With trembling, feverish hands, and aching sight, The draught that cheer'd me and subdu'd my care, On thy broad shoulders thou wert proud to bear O'er thee, with expectation's fire elate, I've sat and ponder'd on my future fate: On thee, with winter muffins for thy store, I've lean'd, and quite forgot ...
— Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry • Robert Bloomfield
... as west winds, that passing, cool and wet, O'er desert places, leave them fields in flower And all my life, for I shall not forget, Will keep the fragrance ...
— India's Love Lyrics • Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (AKA Laurence Hope), et al.
... health and ease, And rivall'd by such things as these, Soft as I am, I'll make thee see I will not brook contempt from thee! I'll give all thoughts of patience o'er (A gift I never lost before); Indulge at once my rage and grief Mourn obstinate, disdain relief, Till life, on terms severe as these, Shall ebbing leave my heart at ease; To thee thy liberty restore To laugh, when ...
— Hetty Wesley • Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... evening-farer, and holy be thine head, Since thou hast sought unto us in the heart of the Wolfings' stead; Drink now of the horn of the mighty, and call a health if thou wilt O'er the eddies of the mead-horn to the washing out of guilt. For thou com'st to the peace of the Wolfings, and our very guest thou art, And meseems as I behold thee, that I look on a child of ...
— The House of the Wolfings - A Tale of the House of the Wolfings and All the Kindreds of the Mark Written in Prose and in Verse • William Morris
... youth of heaven. But o'er their heads Celestial armory, shield, helm and spear, Hung bright, with diamond flaming ...
— Modern American Prose Selections • Various
... sooth'd Thy little sorrows till they ceased.... Then felt thy mother peace; her heart was light As the sweet sigh that 'scaped thy placid lips, And joyous as the dimpled smile that played Across thy countenance.—O I must weep To think of thee, dear infant, on my knees Untroubled sleeping. Bending o'er thy form, I watch'd with eager hope to catch the laugh First waking from thy sparkling eye, a beam Lovely to me as the blue light of heaven. Dimm'd in death's ...
— Lives of the Three Mrs. Judsons • Arabella W. Stuart
... cheerfu sapper down, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle form a circle wide, The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace The big ha' Bible, once ...
— Marguerite Verne • Agatha Armour
... to be, for fates unequal Compelled—but this anticipates the sequel. Just in the nick of time, King Arthur rose From his sedate post-prandial repose, And called for lights. Along the shadowy aisles His pages' footsteps pattered o'er the tiles, Speeding to do his errand, and at once Four tapers flickered from each silver sconce. The scene was changed, the dreamer's dream dispelled, And what might else have been his fate withheld From Gawayne's grasp. So may one touch of ...
— Gawayne And The Green Knight - A Fairy Tale • Charlton Miner Lewis
... conjure in water, I conjure in lead, I conjure with herbs that grew o'er the dead; I conjure with flowers that I plucked, without shoon, When the ghosts were abroad, in the wane of the moon. I conjure with spirits of earth and air That make the wind sigh and cry in despair; I conjure by him within sevenfold rings That sits ...
— Boyhood in Norway • Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
... wish to snare (Kilimanjaro!) Your local beetle in his lair, Kilimanjaro! O'er precipices stiff with ice (Perils for me are full of spice) To cull ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 150, March 22, 1916 • Various
... o'er which she leaned, As cold, with stifling breath, Her spirit sunk before the might, The ...
— Helen and Arthur - or, Miss Thusa's Spinning Wheel • Caroline Lee Hentz
... Kate, While watch and ward you're keeping, Let's see the monarch in his state, And view him while he's sleeping. He smiles and clasps his tiny hand, With sunbeams o'er him gleaming,— A world of baby fairyland He ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 1 (of 4) • Various
... You call her dead! You think her gone to her eternal rest, Like some strange bird forever left her nest! Her sweet voice hush'd within the silent grave, While o'er her dust the ...
— Strange Visitors • Henry J. Horn
... clear of Facts: the Fool who deals in those A Mucker he inevitably goes: The dusty Don who looks your Paper o'er He knows about it all—or ...
— Lyra Frivola • A. D. Godley
... the dreaded cliff,[1] Whose horrid ridge beats back the northern main; And now the whirling Pentland roars in rain Her stern beneath, for favouring breezes rise; The green isles fade, whitens the watery plain. O'er the vexed waves with meteor speed she flies. Till Moray's distant hills ...
— My Schools and Schoolmasters - or The Story of my Education. • Hugh Miller
... to draw him, Back to the country, to the garden dark, Where lime-trees are so huge, so full of shade, And lilies of the valley, sweet as maids, Where rounded willows o'er the water's edge Lean from the dyke in rows, and where the oak Sturdily grows above the sturdy field, Amid the smell of hemp and nettles rank... There, there, in meadows stretching wide, Where rich and black as velvet ...
— A Sportsman's Sketches - Volume II • Ivan Turgenev
... where you are, Radiant with maiden mirth! To bless whatever blessed star Presided o'er your birth, That, on this immemorial morn, When heaven was bending low, The gods were kind and you were born Twenty ...
— Songs, Merry and Sad • John Charles McNeill
... I; o'er there a yokel's tomb there be; For Hades lies below the earth as well as ...
— Political and Literary essays, 1908-1913 • Evelyn Baring
... I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrent, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't, I doubt ye flatter, Ye speak sae fair. For my puir, silly, rhymin clatter ...
— The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence. • Robert Burns and Allan Cunningham
... accorta." A new-born angel, with her wings extended, Came floating from the skies to this fair shore, Where, fate-controlled, I wandered with my sorrows. She saw me there, alone and unbefriended, She wove a silken net, and threw it o'er The turf, whose greenness all the pathway borrows, Then was I captured; nor could fears arise, Such sweet ...
— Oldport Days • Thomas Wentworth Higginson
... the mellow wine, the best, The sweet convivial wine, and test Its four-year-old maturity: To Jove commit the rest, Nor question his divine intents For, when he stays the battling elements, The wind shall brood o'er prostrate seas And fail to move the ash's crest Or stir the stilly cypress trees. Be no forecaster of the dawn; Deem it an asset, and be gay— Come, merge to-morrow's misty morn In ...
— Tell England - A Study in a Generation • Ernest Raymond
... knell of parting day, the curfew from the tower of Hamelsham: the "lowing herd wound slowly o'er the lea" from the Dicker, when two friars came in sight, who wore the robe of Saint Francis, and ...
— The House of Walderne - A Tale of the Cloister and the Forest in the Days of the Barons' Wars • A. D. Crake
... array,—a deadly tier,— Whose thunder-clouds, with fiery breath, Sent far around their iron death; The bursting shell, in fragments flung Athwart the skies, at midnight sung, Or, on its airy pathway sent, Its meteors sweep the firmament. Thy castle, towering o'er the shore, Keeled on its rock amidst the roar Of thousand thunders, for it stood In circle of a fiery flood; And crumbling masses fiercely sent From its high frowning battlement, Smote by the shot and whistling shell, With groan and crash in ruin fell. Through desert streets ...
— The Cruise of the Betsey • Hugh Miller
... tell me that there's any harm in speaking of things as they are? Is it we who are indicting and arresting, or gleaning or depredating? If Monsieur le comte knows what he's about and leases the woods to the receiver-general it is all up with our schemes,—'Farewell baskets, the vintage is o'er'; in that case you will lose more than I. What we say here is between ourselves and for ourselves; for I certainly wouldn't say a word to Vaudoyer that I couldn't repeat to God and man. But it is not forbidden, ...
— Sons of the Soil • Honore de Balzac
... inspired, Pale Melancholy sat retired; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, ...
— Highways & Byways in Sussex • E.V. Lucas
... 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 ...
— For the Master's Sake - A Story of the Days of Queen Mary • Emily Sarah Holt
... own bright Whitsuntide, The bloom of apple-trees. The orchards stand like huge bouquets And o'er them hum ...
— When Life Was Young - At the Old Farm in Maine • C. A. Stephens
... thou breathe o'er the loved one's land, * Deliver my greeting to all the dear band! And declare to them still I am pledged to their love * And my longng excels all that lover unmanned: O ye who have blighted my heart, ears and eyes, ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton |
