"Nathless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Blessed sunshine, and thrice-blessed rain, How ye do warm and melt the rugged soil,— Which else were barren, nathless all my toil And summon Beauty from her grave again, To breathe live odors o'er my scant domain: How softly from their parting buds uncoil The furled sweets, no more a shriveled spoil To the loud storm, or canker's silent bane; Were it all sun, the heat would shrink them up; Were it all shower, ...
— Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 3 September 1848 • Various
... he loves the hunt, doth Ogyges! And therefore should we blow the horn for him: He, sitting mumbling in his surf-white cave With helpless feet and alienated eyes, Should hear the noises nathless dawn by dawn Which send him wandering swiftly through the days When like a springing cataract he leapt From crag to crag, the strongest in the chase To spear the lion, leopard, or the boar! Oh, but he loves the hunt; and, ...
— The Poems of Henry Kendall • Henry Kendall
... travelled down the 'street,' in every dwelling endeavouring to awaken a new perception, that of cleanliness, sighing, as I went, over the futility of my own exertions, for how can slaves be improved? Nathless, thought I, let what can be done; for it may be, that, the two being incompatible, improvement may yet expel slavery—and so it might, and surely would, if, instead of beginning at the end, I could but begin at the beginning of my task. If the mind and soul were awakened, instead of mere physical ...
— Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation - 1838-1839 • Frances Anne Kemble
... nay, If still thou narrow thy contracted way, — Worldflower, if thou refuse me — — Worldflower, if thou abuse me, And hoist thy stamen's spear-point high To wound my wing and mar mine eye — Nathless I'll drive me to thy deepest sweet, Yea, richlier shall that pain the pollen beat From me to thee, for oft these pollens be Fine dust from wars that poets wage for thee. But, O beloved Earthbloom soft a-shine Upon the ...
— The Poems of Sidney Lanier • Sidney Lanier
... he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble With a yes I must not say, Nathless maiden-brave, 'Farewell,' I will utter, and dissemble— ...
— The Ontario Readers - Third Book • Ontario Ministry of Education |
