"Tost" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... calm and serene, as it was after the great storm of the preceding one. Troubled and tempest-tost was each heart as it awakened scared by its own dreams, through which ran wild visions of the beloved faces, perhaps never more to be seen. Yearnings after the homes we had so thoughtlessly left, the scenes we might never more ...
— Yr Ynys Unyg - The Lonely Island • Julia de Winton
... cast away, The foaming Lenski would refuse, To see his Olga ere the fray— His watch, the sun in turn he views— Finally tost his arms in air And lo! he is already there! He deemed his coming would inspire Olga with trepidation dire. He was deceived. Just as before The miserable bard to meet, As hope uncertain and as sweet, Olga ran skipping from the ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... beyond all measure tost and tumbled in such and so great afflictions, my verie soule was vexed within me, striuing to be set at libertie from my vnfortunate and feeble bodie, passing vp and downe I knew not where. My legges weake, feeble, and fowltering vnder mee, my spirites ...
— Hypnerotomachia - The Strife of Loue in a Dreame • Francesco Colonna
... man, in this his trial state, The privilege is given, When tost by tides of human fate, To anchor fast on ...
— The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Complete, Illustrated • Sir Walter Scott
... our pain, However torn, however tost, If, like the rose, our hearts retain Some vestige ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy
... hearted and sighing: "Day, much do you grow for my grief, and the evening, the evening and the long hope kills me." Thus far the serena, the evening song, of Guiraut Riquier. A lovely anonymous alba, whose refrain, "Oi deus, oi deus; de l' alba, tan tost ve!" is familiar to every smatterer of Provencal, shows us the lady and her knight in an orchard beneath the hawthorn, giving and taking the last kisses while the birds sing and the sky whitens with dawn. "The lady is gracious and pleasant, and many look upon her for her ...
— Euphorion - Being Studies of the Antique and the Mediaeval in the - Renaissance - Vol. II • Vernon Lee
... and give no reasons for the torrid life they feel! The crew, man, the crew! Are they not one and all with Ahab, in this matter of the whale? See Stubb! he laughs! See yonder Chilian! he snorts to think of it. Stand up amid the general hurricane, thy one tost sapling cannot, Starbuck! And what is it? Reckon it. 'Tis but to help strike a fin; no wondrous feat for Starbuck. What is it more? From this one poor hunt, then, the best lance out of all Nantucket, surely he will not hang back, when every foremast-hand ...
— Moby Dick; or The Whale • Herman Melville
... la nueitz non falhis, Ni'l mieus amicx lone de mi nos partis, Ni la gayta jorn ni alba ne vis. Oy Dieus! oy Dieus! de l'alba tan tost we!" ...
— Chivalry • James Branch Cabell
... crost, be crost, And Mistress go home in a rage, a rage; Let not thy poor Heart like a Ship be tost, But with a brisk Brimmer engage, engage: What if the fine Fop and the Mask fall out. And the one Hug, and t'other Tug, While they pish and fie, we will frolick in Stout, And banish all Care ...
— Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 5 of 6 • Various
... nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause; complaining on— Restless with rest—until, being overthrown, It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost Or a small wasp have crept to the innermost Of our ripe peach; or let the wilful sun Shine westward ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 349, November, 1844 • Various
... Of Heaven's ascent they lift their feet, when lo A violent cross wind from either coast Blows them transverse, ten thousand leagues awry Into the devious air: Then might ye see Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, tost And fluttered into rags; then reliques, beads, Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls, The sport of winds: All these, upwhirled aloft, Fly o'er the backside of the world far off Into a Limbo large and broad, ...
— Paradise Lost • John Milton
... Bactrians and Zogdians, knowne but by their names, Whereby his armes resistles, powers subdued, 1270 And Ganges streames congeald with Indian blood, Could not transeport his burthen to the sea. But these nere lerned at Mars his games to play, Nor tost these bloody bals, of dread and death: Arar and proud Saramna speaks my praise, Rohdans shrill Tritons through their brasen trumpes, Ecco my fame against the Gallian Towers, And Isis wept to see her daughter Thames. Chainge her cleere cristall, to vermilian sad, ...
— The Tragedy Of Caesar's Revenge • Anonymous
... returnd to him in vaine: So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake. Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with paine Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe Shooke him so hard, that forced him to speake. 375 As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine[*] Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weake, He mumbled soft, but would not all[*] his ...
— Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I • Edmund Spenser
... admiring. Now retir'd To regions far beneath, the Stygian lake Reflects his form. The Naiaed sisters wail, Shorn of their tresses, which to him they throw: The Dryads also mourn; their bosoms beat; And Echo answers every tearful groan. A pile they build; the high-tost torches bring; And funeral bier; but, lo! the corpse is gone: A saffron-teinted flower alone is found, Rising encircled ...
— The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidus Naso in English blank verse Vols. I & II • Ovid
... frown. And the wrathful winds come down, And the fierce waves, tost on high, Lash themselves against the sky, Jesus, Savior, pilot me. Over ...
— The Kirk on Rutgers Farm • Frederick Bruckbauer
... It was in vain—for ah! how light and frail To love's keen eye is falsehood's gilded veil. Sweet winning words may for a time beguile, Professions lull, and oaths deceive a while; But soon the heart, in vague suspicion tost, Must feel a void unfilled, a something lost; Something scarce heeded, and unprized till gone, Felt while unseen, and, tho' unnoticed, known: A hidden witchery, a nameless charm, Too fine for actions and for words too warm; That passing all the worthless forms of art, Eludes ...
— The Culprit Fay - and Other Poems • Joseph Rodman Drake
... Spirit! Angel of the Earth! That glidest through the storm-tost world, And bearest Blessings of peace and rest unto the weak, Giddy and faint within its vortex whirled; O! fairest, Sweetest Pilot of the wavering soul Through the wide-yawning gulfs and shoals of crime, Whence ...
— Eidolon - The Course of a Soul and Other Poems • Walter R. Cassels
... of your Tricks would serve— but if he could be conveniently strip'd and beaten, or tost in a Blanket, or any such trivial Business, thou wouldst do me a singular Kindness; as for Robbery he defies the Devil: an empty Pocket is an Antidote ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. I (of 6) • Aphra Behn
... be Her darlings were made to pass through the fire To the Moloch of vice and sinful desire, The father's example of life and tongue Brought the knowledge of evil to them while young, And in sorrow and shame, That none may name, In strife and sin all tempest-tost The innocence God gives to babes was lost All is over, nought's left but dishonoured clay, But the evil men do lives longer than they. Of a truth the saddest for tongue or pen Are these words o'er a ruin—"He might have been," And sadder the words in jest set free ...
— Verses and Rhymes by the way • Nora Pembroke
... the morn break thus, Swift, bright, victorious, With new skies cleared for us Over the soul storm-tost? Her night was long and deep, Strange visions vexed her sleep, Strange sorrows bade her weep, Her faith in dawn ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... once more take up that awful struggle to reconcile two truths and to keep civic freedom sacred in spite of the organization of religion, and not to deny what is certainly true. It is hard to accept mysteries, and to be humble. We are tost as the great schoolmen were tost, and we dare not neglect the duty ...
— The Path to Rome • Hilaire Belloc
... now pursues its course, Rock'd in the cradle of these storm-tost waves! Nor helm nor steersman here can aught avail; The storm is master. Man is like a ball, Toss'd 'twixt the winds and billows. Far or near, No haven offers him its friendly shelter! Without one ledge to grasp, the sheer smooth rocks Look down ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... of our Lady, after that we had heard seruice, we altogether departed from the porte of White Sands, and with a happy and prosperous weather we came into the middle of the sea, that is between Newfoundland and Britanie, in which place we were tost and turmoyled three dayes long with great stormes and windy tempests comming from the East, which with the ayde and assistance of God we suffred: then had we faire weather, and vpon the fift of September, in the sayd yere, we came to the Port of ...
— The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques and Discoveries of - the English Nation. Vol. XIII. America. Part II. • Richard Hakluyt
... vivariums is a sprig of anacharis, for which they pay sixpence—the market value being that of a wasp, flea, or other scourge of the human race; and when the vivarium fails, its contents, Anacharis and all, are tost into the nearest ditch; for which the said young lady ought to be fined five pounds; and would be, if Governments governed. What ...
— Prose Idylls • Charles Kingsley
... pipkin with two gallons of fair water, and some white wine, being scummed and almost boil'd take up some broth into a dish or pipkin, and put to it some chesnuts, pistaches, pine-apple-seed, marrow, large mace, and artichocks bottoms, and stew them well together; then have some fried tost of manchet or roles finely carv'd. The leg being finely boil'd, dish it on French bread, and fried tost and sippets round about it, broth it and put on marrow, and your other materials, with sliced lemon and lemon peel, run it over with beaten ...
— The accomplisht cook - or, The art & mystery of cookery • Robert May
... a crisis in his life. He had accomplished the climax of villany, and as he had racked his powers of invention for the means of attaining his purpose, he now taxed them for the means of concealing it. The insecurity of his position was so tedious, that he sought, as the tempest-tost mariner seeks the quiet haven, to fortify it, so that he might be at rest from the tormenting doubts which assailed him. Vain hope! there is no rest for the wicked. Plots and schemes ran through his mind; but they afforded ...
— Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue • Warren T. Ashton
... a chie en son chapeau et puis s'en va couvert Par trop debatre la verite se perd. Apres besogne fait le fou barguine. L'hoste et le poisson passes trois jours puent. Le mort n'ha point d'amis, Le malade et l'absent qu'vn demye. II est tost trompe qui mal ne pense. La farine du diable s'en va moitie en son. Qui prest a l'ami, perd an double. C'est vn valett du diable, qui fait plus qu'on luy command. Il n'est horologe plus iust que le ventre. Mere pitieuse, fille rigueuse II commence bien a mourrir qui abandonne son desir. Chien qui ...
— Bacon is Shake-Speare • Sir Edwin Durning-Lawrence
... oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime, Like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast, And view the enormous waste of vapour, tost In billows, lengthening to the horizon round, Now scooped in gulfs, with mountains now embossed! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the ...
— The Minstrel; or the Progress of Genius - with some other poems • James Beattie
... in his "War-Songs of the Prince of Peace," thus happily translates the fourth verse of Psalm 150—"Praise Him with timbrels tost in timely dance." And that is what the Christian Indian ...
— India and the Indians • Edward F. Elwin
... see you are an attorney—ready to prosecute some of my poor young men for breach of promise; but we stand no nonsense of that kind in the gallant Sucking Pidgeons. So, trot off, old man, and take your decoy-duck with you, or I think its extremely likely you'll be tost in a blanket. Do you hear?—go for your broken-hearted Desdemona, and double-quick out of the yard. I'll teach a set of lawyers to come playing the Jew to my young men. They shall jilt every girl in England if they think proper, and serve them right ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. 327 - Vol. 53, January, 1843 • Various
... sudden whirr of eager sound— And now a something throbs around The flowers that watch the fountain. Look! It touched the rose, the green leaves shook, I think, and yet so lightly tost That not a spark of dew was lost. Tell me, O rose, what thing it is That now appears, now vanishes? Surely it took its fire-green hue From day-breaks that it glittered through; Quick, for this sparkle of the dawn Glints through ...
— The California Birthday Book • Various
... from the first. Leolin's first nurse was, five years after, hers: So much the boy foreran; but when his date Doubled her own, for want of playmates, he (Since Averill was a decad and a half His elder, and their parents underground) Had tost his ball and flown his kite, and roll'd His hoop to pleasure Edith, with her dipt Against the rush of the air in the prone swing, Made blossom-ball or daisy-chain, arranged Her garden, sow'd her name and kept it green In living letters, told her fairy-tales, ...
— Enoch Arden, &c. • Alfred Tennyson
... whirlwind nearer press'd He 'gan to shake his foamy crest O'er furrow'd brow and blacken'd cheek, And bade his surge in thunder speak. In wild and broken eddies whirl'd. Flitted that fond ideal world, And to the shore in tumult tost The realms of fairy ...
— Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete • Sir Walter Scott
... then and wished i hadent told mother about the gaslite becaus i knew she wood make me tell father. well mother set by my bed all the afternoon and read me some out of Billy Bolegs, jest think of her doing that, so when supper time came i et a lettle tost and had some current jelly. when father come home mother told him about the gaslite and all he said was i wood have to pay for it out of my cornet money. i thought he wood keep me in for a month. i gess mother must ...
— The Real Diary of a Real Boy • Henry A. Shute
... come (suppose his sports prou'd bad) Gyneura gaue him welcome from her hart, The Sea-tost Lord of Ithica ne're had, after his twentie yeares turmoile and smart, More ioyfull welcome by his constant wife Then had Diego ...
— Seven Minor Epics of the English Renaissance (1596-1624) • Dunstan Gale
... whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied! Woman! above all women glorified; Out tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemish'd moon Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast, Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some I ween, Not unforgiven, the suppliant knee might bend, As to a visible Power, in which did blend All that was mix'd ...
— Legends of the Madonna • Mrs. Jameson
... suspect of jelous is sone converted and tounred Ung homme doubteus et soupeconeus est tost ...
— An Introductorie for to Lerne to Read, To Pronounce, and to Speke French Trewly • Anonymous
... The dead leaf falls, the dark boughs meet, And a chill wind is blowing. Strange shapes are stirring in the night, To the deep breezes wailing, And slow, with wistful gleams of light, The storm-tost moon is sailing. ...
— Victorian Songs - Lyrics of the Affections and Nature • Various
... herself, and one In this hand held a volume as to read, And smoothed a petted peacock down with that: Some to a low song oar'd a shallop by, Or under arches of the marble bridge Hung, shadow'd from the heat: some hid and sought In the orange thickets: others tost a ball Above the fountain jets, and back again With laughter: others lay about the lawns, Of the older sort, and murmur'd that their May Was passing: what was learning unto them? They wish'd to marry: they could rule a house; Men hated learned women. ...
— A Sweet Girl Graduate • Mrs. L.T. Meade
... thou shon'st, as shines a star, Lonely, in clouds when Heaven is lost; Thou wert my guiding light afar, When on misfortune's billows tost: Now darkness hath obscured that light, And I am left in rayless night, ...
— The Life of Mansie Wauch - Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself • David Macbeth Moir
... bells! How sweetly they sound in pastoral dells From a tow'r in an ivy-green jacket! But town-made joys how dearly they cost; And after all are tumbled and tost, Like a peal from a London steeple, and lost In town-made riot ...
— The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood • Thomas Hood
... the gray crags beat back the northern main, And all around, the ever restless waves, Like white sea-wolves, howl on the lonely sands, Clings a low roof, close by the sounding surge. If, in your summer rambles by the shore, His spray-tost cottage you may chance espy, Enter and greet ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 8, Issue 49, November, 1861 • Various
... not tak'd amiss, I say all's lies that's news like this, For I have Factors all about The Realm, so that no Stars peep out That are unusual, much less these Strange and unheard-of prodigies You would relate, but they are tost To me in letters by first Post. At which the Furioso swears Such chat as this offends his ears It rather doth become this Age To talk of bloodshed, fury, rage, And t' drink stout healths in brim-fill'd Nogans. To th' downfall of the Hogan Mogans. With that the Player doffs his ...
— All About Coffee • William H. Ukers
... desperate plunge, pitched him on his head in an instant. Providentially he received no hurt, and some fishermen being at hand, the plunging steed was stopped at a gate, and being once more subjected to his rider, took him home in safety. On another occasion, in the same visit of the Editor, he was tost into the air on the Downs, at the precise moment when an interesting friend, whom they had just left, being apprehensive of what would happen, was anxiously viewing him from her window through ...
— Lives of the English Poets - From Johnson to Kirke White, Designed as a Continuation of - Johnson's Lives • Henry Francis Cary
... stick of timber, that has been long tossed about by the waves, and has got all overgrown with barnacles, and, at last drifting ashore, seems to have been thrown up from the very deepest bottom of the sea? Well, the old man would have put you in mind of just such a wave-tost spar! But Hercules, the instant he set eyes on this strange figure, was convinced that it could be no other than the Old One, who was to direct ...
— The Three Golden Apples - (From: "A Wonder-Book For Girls and Boys") • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... was instructed to exhort the queen: "Que l'execution et chastoy de ceulx qui le meritent se face tost; usant a l'endroit de Madame Elizabeth et de Cortenay comme elle verra convenir a sa seurete, pour apres user de clemence en l'endroit de ceulx qu'il luy semblera, afin de tost reassurer le surplus."—The Emperor to Renard: Granvelle Papers, ...
— The Reign of Mary Tudor • James Anthony Froude
... veine en veine une subtile flamme Courir par tout mon corps, si-tost que je te vois: Et dans les doux transports, ou segare mon ame, Je ne scaurois trouver de ...
— The Spectator, Volume 2. • Addison and Steele
... blasts the honours of the flow'ry plain: Care veils in clouds the sun's meridian beam, Sighs through the grove, and murmurs in the stream; For when the soul is labouring in despair, In vain the body breathes a purer air: No storm-tost sailor sighs for slumbering seas,- He dreads the tempest, but invokes the breeze; On the smooth mirror of the deep resides Reflected woe, and o'er unruffled tides The ghost of every former danger glides. Thus, in the calms of life, we only see A ...
— The Library • George Crabbe
... From mid-sea's prairies green and rolling plains Drives in his wallowing herds of billows gaunt, And the roused Charles remembers in his veins Old Ocean's blood and snaps his gyves of frost, That tyrannous silence on the shores is tost In dreary wreck, and ...
— Selections From American Poetry • Various
... in vain, They beat upon mine ear again, Those melancholy tones so sweet and still. Those lute-like tones which in the bygone year Did steal into mine ear— Blew such a thrilling summons to my will, Yet could not shake it; Made my tost heart its very life-blood spill, Yet ...
— Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold • Matthew Arnold
... certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets and rich content; The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades till noon-tide's rage is spent; His life is neither tost on boisterous seas Of troublous worlds, nor lost in slothful ease. Pleased and full blest he lives, when he ...
— John Halifax, Gentleman • Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
... but the prelude to that glorious day, When thou on silver Thames didst cut thy way, With well-tim'd oars before the royal barge. Swell'd with the pride of thy celestial charge; And big with hymn, commander of an host, The like was ne'er in Epsom blankets tost. Methinks I see the new Arion fail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail. At thy well-sharpened thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak with fear, the basses roar: Echoes from Pissing-Alley Shadwell call, And Shadwell they ...
— English Satires • Various
... unusual spirit which he had displayed on his voyage in quest of his bride, and well disposed to fancy that he had performed it in positive opposition, not only to the indirect policy of Elizabeth, but to the malevolent purpose of hell itself. His fleet had been tempest-tost, and he very naturally believed that the prince of the power of the air had been personally active ...
— Letters On Demonology And Witchcraft • Sir Walter Scott
... his miseries without a smile, though he could not help regretting the better things he might have done if Fortune had not been so adverse, "had I a ful-sayld gale of prosperity." But "my state is so tost and weather-beaten, that it hath nowe no anchor-holde left to cleave unto."[258] Having said thus much, he immediately resumes his cheerful countenance and in the best of spirits and in perfect good humour goes on describing ...
— The English Novel in the Time of Shakespeare • J. J. Jusserand
... whose virgin bosom was uncrossed With the least shade of thought to sin allied; Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost, Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast, Thy image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween, Not unforgiven, the suppliant knee might ...
— The Faith of Our Fathers • James Cardinal Gibbons
... is the Laystall, especially with its Rags or Clothes-rubbish, the grand Electric Battery, and Fountain-of-motion, from which and to which the Social Activities (like vitreous and resinous Electricities) circulate, in larger or smaller circles, through the mighty, billowy, storm-tost Chaos of Life, which they keep alive!'—Such passages fill us, who love the man, and partly esteem him, ...
— Sartor Resartus, and On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History • Thomas Carlyle
... Samantha. What a glorious piece of news to carry back to Jonesville, that we rid out in a whale. In the old Jonesville meetin'-house now, when Elder Minkley is a-preachin' on Jonah—and you know he trots him out a dozen times a year as a warnin'—how you and I could lift up our heads and tost 'em, and how the necks of the Jonesvillians would be craned round to look at us—we two, who had rid out in a whale—we had been right there, and knew ...
— Samantha at the World's Fair • Marietta Holley
... the long and storm-tost centuries burn In changing calm and strife The Pharos-lights of truth, where'er we turn,— The unquenched lamps ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... Charlotte, clasping her hands; "would not the poor sailor, tost on a tempestuous ocean, threatened every moment with death, gladly return to the shore he had left to trust to its deceitful calmness? Oh, my dear Madam, I would return, though to do it I were obliged to walk barefoot over a burning desert, ...
— Charlotte Temple • Susanna Rowson
... wretch slid down into the dark With stifled moan, and transient horror seized The rest who waited, knowing what must be. At every turn strange shapes reached up and clutched The whirling wreck, held on awhile, and then Slipt back into that blackness whence they came. Ah, hapless folk, to be so tost and torn, So racked by hunger, fever, fire, and wave, And swept at last into the nameless void— Frail girls, strong men, and ...
— The Sisters' Tragedy • Thomas Bailey Aldrich
... leasure bide." "Once out of sight and shortly out of minde." "For children brent still after drede the fire." "Together they cleave more fast than do burres." "Tho' thy teeth water." "I aske of the foxe no farther than the skin." "To touche soft pitche and not his fingers file." "From post unto piller tost shall thou be." "Over head and eares." "Go to the ant." "A man may contende, God geueth victory." "Of two evils ...
— The Ship of Fools, Volume 1 • Sebastian Brandt
... delight she took in seeing her tabby favourite make cruel sport with a pretty sleek bead- eyed mouse, before she devoured it. Egad, my love, said I to myself, as I sat meditating the scene, I am determined to lie in wait for a fit opportunity to try how thou wilt like to be tost over my head, and be caught again: how thou wilt like to be parted from me, and pulled to me. Yet will I rather give life than take it away, as this barbarous quadruped has at last done by her prey. And after all was over between my girl and me, I reminded ...
— Clarissa, Volume 4 (of 9) - History Of A Young Lady • Samuel Richardson
... teng-je celui a fol Qui trop met en fame sa cure; Fame est de trop foible nature, De noient rit, de noient pleure, Fame aime et het en trop poi d'eure: Tost est ses talenz remuez, Qui fame ...
— The Flourishing of Romance and the Rise of Allegory - (Periods of European Literature, vol. II) • George Saintsbury
... mead the sporting virgins play, Their shining veils unbound; along the skies, Tost and ...
— Base-Ball - How to Become a Player • John M. Ward
... we heard The wind that round the gables roared, With now and then a ruder shock, Which made our very bedsteads rock. We heard the loosened clapboards tost, The board-nails snapping in the frost; And on us, through the unplastered wall, Felt the lightsifted snow-flakes fall; But sleep stole on, as sleep will do When hearts are light and life is new; Faint and more faint the murmurs grew, Till in the summer-land ...
— Elson Grammer School Literature, Book Four. • William H. Elson and Christine Keck
... Peter at Heav'ns Wicket seems To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot Of Heav'ns ascent they lift thir Feet, when loe A violent cross wind from either Coast Blows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awry Into the devious Air; then might ye see Cowles, Hoods and Habits with thir wearers tost 490 And flutterd into Raggs, then Reliques, Beads, Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls, The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloft Fly o're the backside of the World farr off Into a Limbo large and broad, since calld The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopl'd, ...
— The Poetical Works of John Milton • John Milton
... All-circling point! all-centring sphere! The world's one round eternal year: 2 King. Whose full and all-unwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place; 3 King. But everywhere and every while Is one consistent solid smile, 1 King. Not vexed and tost, 2 King. 'Twixt spring and frost; 3 King. Nor by alternate shreds of light; Sordidly shifting hands with shades ...
— In The Yule-Log Glow, Vol. IV (of IV) • Harrison S. Morris
... Pagan himself Endangers his body to gape for her pelf. They forsake mother, prince, country, religion, kiff and kin; Nay, men care not what they forsake, so Lady Lucre they win; That we poor ladies may sigh to see our states thus turned and tost, And worse and worse is like to be, ...
— A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. VI • Robert Dodsley
... good and the walnut wood Did soon in flinders flee; They tost the orts to south and north, And grappled ...
— Andromeda and Other Poems • Charles Kingsley
... Sor un cheval qui tost alout Devant le duc alout chantant De Karlemaigne e de Rollant E d'Oliver e des vassals Qui morurent en Rencevals. Quant il orent chevalchie tant Qu'as Engleis vindrent apreismant: "Sire," dist Taillefer, "merci! Io ...
— Mont-Saint-Michel and Chartres • Henry Adams
... whom 'mid that barbarous rout Ill-fortune on that wretched shore has tost! Who for the stranger damsel prowl about, Of her to make an impious holocaust; In that the more they slaughter from without, They less the number of their own exhaust. But since not always wind and waves convey Like plunder, upon every ...
— Orlando Furioso • Lodovico Ariosto
... untold; All thy streets and walls are fashioned, All are bright with purest gold! III. Gates of pearl, for ever open, Welcome there the loved, the lost; Ransomed by their Saviour's merits; This the price their freedom cost: City of eternal refuge, Haven of the tempest-tost. IV. Fierce the blow, and firm the pressure, Which hath polished thus each stone: Well the Mastermind hath fitted To his chosen place each one. When the Architect takes reck'ning, He will count the work His Own. V. Glory be to God, the Father; ...
— Edwy the Fair or the First Chronicle of Aescendune • A. D. Crake
... halted by the stone sun-dial. He advances—joins them—congratulates Waife on his first walk as a convalescent. He quotes Gray's well-known verses applicable to that event, and when, in that voice sweet as the flute itself, he comes to the lines: ["See the wretch who long has tost," &c.—GRAY.] ...
— What Will He Do With It, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... of the nation of which this tale was told. They are vices that, indeed, always go together; but such actions as these have in them more of presumption than want of wit. Augustus Caesar, having been tost with a tempest at sea, fell to defying Neptune, and in the pomp of the Circensian games, to be reveng'd, depos'd his statue from the place it had amongst the other deities. Wherein he was less excusable than ...
— The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to Prose, Vol. VII (of X)—Continental Europe I • Various
... the trebly crimsoned field Terrible words are thunder-tost; Full of the wrath that will not yield, Full of revenge for battles lost! Hark to their echo, as it crost The Capital, making faces wan: End this murderous holocaust; Abraham Lincoln, ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... my pen, and listen'd to the wind, That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost— A midnight harmony, and wholly lost To the general sense of men, by chains confined Of business, care, or pleasure, or resign'd To timely sleep. Thought I, the impassion'd strain, Which without aid of numbers I sustain, Like acceptation from the world will find. Yet some with apprehensive ear shall ...
— The Prose Works of William Wordsworth • William Wordsworth
... tost in tempest on some desolate ledge, patch them a boat out of the remnants of their vessel's wreck, and launch it in the self-same waves, see here Hunilla, this lone shipwrecked soul, out of treachery invoking trust. Humanity, thou strong thing, I worship thee, ...
— The Piazza Tales • Herman Melville
... down on this rough-spoken world, And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurl'd: And the tempest-tost Church all her eyes are on Thee, They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! They look to thy shining, ...
— The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book • Various
... free-will: Will to do what—but what heaven first decreed? Our actions then are neither good nor ill, Since from eternal causes they proceed; Our passions,—fear and anger, love and hate,— Mere senseless engines that are moved by fate; Like ships on stormy seas, without a guide, Tost by the winds, ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 6 (of 18) - Limberham; Oedipus; Troilus and Cressida; The Spanish Friar • John Dryden
... like a Skiff on the Ocean tost, Now high, now low, with each Billow born, With her Rudder broke, and her Anchor lost, Deserted and all forlorn. While thus I lie rolling and tossing all Night, That Polly lies sporting on Seas of Delight! Revenge, Revenge, Revenge, Shall ...
— The Beggar's Opera - to which is prefixed the Musick to each Song • John Gay
... bannir Hors de moy l'ingrat souvenir De ma gloire si tost passee? Toujours pour nourrir mon soucy. Amour, cet enfant sans mercy, L'offrira-t-il a ...
— French Lyrics • Arthur Graves Canfield
... The World tost at Tennis, 1620, speaks of a pickadill in connexion with the shears, the needle, &c. of the tailor; from which it appears to have been an instrument used for plaiting the picked vandyke collar worn ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 196, July 30, 1853 • Various
... Robert Emmet, and that last speech of his before Lord Norbury; I thought of Tommy Moore, and his amatory verses: I thought of Curran, Grattan, Plunket, and O'Connell; I thought of my uncle's ostler, Patrick Flinnigan; and I thought of the shipwreck of the gallant Albion, tost to pieces on the very shore now in sight; and I thought I should very much like to leave the ship and visit Dublin ...
— Redburn. His First Voyage • Herman Melville
... his chariot battle-tost, Fell his proud and fiery coursers, and the dreadful day ...
— Maha-bharata - The Epic of Ancient India Condensed into English Verse • Anonymous
... will not be lost, These days of misery, These nights of darkness, anguish-tost, Can I but turn ...
— Poems • (AKA Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronte) Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
... eye caught us, and flashed fire. At the first view, he crouched to the earth, then came on us, bounding like a tost foot-ball. More magnificent leaps I never beheld! We were struck dumb—but fired—and turned our horses' ...
— A Love Story • A Bushman
... never reach'd the shore A vessel, by the winds long tost and tried, Whose crew, late hopeless on the waters wide, To a good God their thanks, now prostrate, pour; Nor captive from his dungeon ever tore, Around whose neck the noose of death was tied, More glad than ...
— The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch • Petrarch
... flies Across the sea, rough autumn-tempest tost, Poor bird, shall it be lost? Dropped down into this uncongenial sea, With no kind eyes To watch it while it dies, Unguessed, uncared for, free: Set free at last, The short pang past, In sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep ...
— Poems • Christina G. Rossetti
... must resign! heaven his great soul does claim In storms as loud as his immortal fame; His dying groans, his last breath shakes our isle, And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile: About his palace their broad roots are tost Into the air; so Romulus was lost! New Rome in such a tempest missed her king, And from obeying fell to worshipping. On OEta's top thus Hercules lay dead, With ruined oaks and pines about him spread. Nature herself took notice of his ...
— Letters on England • Voltaire
... we scuttled over the captain's store-room, got out several casks of rum and wine, and brought them ashore. This was the first time of the lieutenant's being between decks since the loss of the ship. The following day we went aboard, cut down and tost overboard the ship's awning, to make a deck for ...
— A General History and Collection of Voyages and Travels, Volume 17 • Robert Kerr
... cast anchor just outside a furious wall of surf, which makes Madras a very formidable place for landing; and every one who dares to do so certain of a watering. There lay the city, most invitingly to storm-tost tars, with its white palaces, green groves, and yellow belt of sand, blue hills in the distance, and all else coleur de rose. But—but, Emmy, there was no getting at this paradise, except by struggling through a couple of miles of raging foam, that would have made mince-meat ...
— The Complete Prose Works of Martin Farquhar Tupper • Martin Farquhar Tupper
... Tost on a sea of troubles, Soul, my Soul, Thyself do thou control; And to the weapons of advancing foes A stubborn breast oppose: Undaunted 'mid the hostile might Of squadrons burning for the fight Thine be no boasting when the victor's crown ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... Scotia's sea-beat coast! Though bleak and drear thy mountains be, When on the heaving ocean tost, I 'll cast a wishful look to thee! And now, dear Mary, fare thee well, May Providence thy guardian be! Or in the camp, or on the field, I 'll heave a sigh, and think on thee! Good ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp ...
— The New Land - Stories of Jews Who Had a Part in the Making of Our Country • Elma Ehrlich Levinger
... life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets and rich content The smooth-leav'd beeches in the field receive him, With coolest shade, till noon-tide's heat be spent. His life is neither tost in boisterous, seas, Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease; Please and full blest he lives when he ...
— The Complete Angler • Izaak Walton
... hitherto entertained. She saw him in a new aspect, and in a character more definitely outlined. He loomed up in more colossal proportions, and put on sterner features. All disguises were thrown away, and he stood forth, not a loving husband, but the tyrant of her home. Weak, jealous, passion-tost child! how this strong, self-willed, false woman of the world had bewildered her thoughts, and pushed her forth into an arena of strife, where she could only beat about blindly, and hurt herself and others, ...
— After the Storm • T. S. Arthur
... scent; in the wrong box, outside the ballpark; at cross purposes, all in the wrong; all out. Adv. more or less. Phr. errare est humanum [Lat.]; mentis gratissimus error [Lat.] [Horace]; on the dubious waves of error tost [Cowper]; to err is human, to forgive divine [Pope]; you lie — under ...
— Roget's Thesaurus of English Words and Phrases: Body • Roget
... days at his Window to see her: at last, they neither of them knowing who to trust with any Message, one day, when he was, as usual upon his watch, he saw Atlante step into the Balcony, who having a Letter, in which she had put a piece of Lead, she tost it into his Window, whose Casement was open, and run in again unperceived by any but himself. ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume V • Aphra Behn
... I, like a Ship in Storms, was tost; Yet afraid to put in to Land: For seiz'd in the Port the Vessel's lost, Whose Treasure is contreband. The Waves are laid, My Duty's paid. O Joy beyond Expression! Thus, safe a-shore, I ask no more, My All ...
— The Beggar's Opera - to which is prefixed the Musick to each Song • John Gay
... heard from far the hum of Sivard's host; Young Eric struck his shield; Then high in air his heavy spear he tost, And ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... solitude! when life's gay hours are past, Howe'er we range, in thee we fix at last: Tost thro' tempestuous seas, the voyage o'er, Pale we look back, and bless the friendly shore. Our own strict judges, our past life we scan, And ask if glory have enlarg'd the span. If bright the prospect, we the grave defy, Trust future ages, ...
— On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening, • Samuel Felton
... has a soul of vast desires, He burns within with restless fires; Tost to and fro, his passions ...
— Hymns and Spiritual Songs • Isaac Watts
... rustic flute Kept not for long its happy country tone; Lost it too soon, and learned a stormy note Of men contention tost, of men who groan, Which tasked thy pipe too sore, and tired thy throat - It ...
— Letters to Dead Authors • Andrew Lang
... gale arose; the vapour tost (The sport of winds) in air was lost; The glorious orb the day refines. Thus envy breaks, thus ...
— Views and Reviews - Essays in appreciation • William Ernest Henley
... weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands has sped, The night-blast wildly howling round his head, Known all the woes of want, and felt the storm Of the bleak winter ...
— Poems • Robert Southey
... Thus through storm-tost human bosoms God oft sends His rays divine; Passionate errors, when forgiven, Lead us on to trust sublime. God rays light through moral tempests, Brings repentance out of crime; 'Much forgiven' ploughs the spirit, Former faults as ...
— Continental Monthly , Vol V. Issue III. March, 1864 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... oh! believe, though dark his fate, And devious his career, The music of that gentle voice Will tremble in his ear; And breathing o'er his troubled soul, Storm-tost and tempest riven, Will still fierce passion's wild control, And ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume V. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... mocking bird beguiling my tried temper into smiling By the lank lopsided languor of the countenance it wore. "Though you look storm-tost, unshaven, you," I said, "have found a haven, Daw as roupy as a raven! Was it you yapped at my door? Tell me your confounded name, O bird in beak so like BALFOUR!" Quoth ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., August 23, 1890. • Various
... lamp, my brother; Some poor seaman tempest-tost, Trying now to make the harbor, In the darkness ...
— Moody's Anecdotes And Illustrations - Related in his Revival Work by the Great Evangilist • Dwight L. Moody
... kingdom's sick; No gin to catch the state, or wring The freeborn nostril of the king, We send to you; but here a jolly Verse, crown'd with ivy and with holly, That tells of winter's tales and mirth, That milkmaids make about the hearth, Of Christmas sports, the wassail-bowl, That['s] tost up, after fox-i'-th'-hole; Of blind-man-buff, and of the care That young men have to shoe the mare; Of Twelfth-tide cakes, of peas and beans, Wherewith you make those merry scenes, Whenas ye choose your king and queen, And cry out: Hey, for our town ...
— The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2 • Robert Herrick
... 's fuidh dhos, O! 's truagh a dh-fhag thu ma thuath na Gaidheil Mar uain gun mhathair ni'n sgath ri frois, 'S tu b'urr' an tearnadh bho chunnart gabhaidh, 'S an curaidh laidir, chuireadh spairn na tost, Tha 'n tuath gu craiteach, 's na h-uaislean casai, 'S bho 'n chaidh am fad ort 's ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 3, January 1876 • Various
... honest face, And blush, and seem as you were full of grace. Deceive all; let me err; and think I'm right, And like a wittol think thee void of slight. 30 Why see I lines so oft received and given? This bed and that by tumbling made uneven? Like one start up your hair tost and displaced, And with a wanton's tooth your neck new-rased. Grant this, that what you do I may not see; If you weigh not ill speeches, yet weigh me. My soul fleets[441] when I think what you have done, And thorough[442] ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... to the window, thence back to within a yard of the glowering buccaneer, before whom I stood, with tost arms, wild ...
— At a Winter's Fire • Bernard Edward J. Capes
... sculptured stone; and the daily, nay, hourly decrease visible in our numbers, visited the heart with sickening misery. This summer extinguished our hopes, the vessel of society was wrecked, and the shattered raft, which carried the few survivors over the sea of misery, was riven and tempest tost. Man existed by twos and threes; man, the individual who might sleep, and wake, and perform the animal functions; but man, in himself weak, yet more powerful in congregated numbers than wind or ocean; man, the queller of the elements, the lord of created nature, the peer ...
— The Last Man • Mary Shelley
... chat with boyes: Navar, to thee I speak. Thy daughters looks, Like the North Star to the Sea-tost Mariners, Hath brought me through all dangers, made me turne Our royall Palace to this stage of death, Our state and pleasure to a bloudy Campe, And with the strength and puissance of our force To lift thy falling and decayed state Even ...
— A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. III • Various
... where, riding all at ease, She may repaire what stormie times haue worne, And, leaning on the shore, may sing with ioy That pleasure followes paine, and blisse annoy. Possession of thy loue is th' onely port Wherein my hart, with feares and hopes long tost, Each howre doth wish and long to make resort, There to repaire the ioyes that it hath lost, And, sitting safe, to sing in Cupids quire That sweetest blisse ...
— The Spanish Tragedie • Thomas Kyd
... FAITH, on life's wide ocean tost, I see thee sit calm in thy beaten bark; As NOAH sat, thron'd in his high-borne ark, Secure and fearless, while a world was lost! In vain, contending storms thy head enzone, Thy bosom shrinks not from ...
— Poetic Sketches • Thomas Gent
... we leave behind us, When we turn to dust again, Tho' our avarice may blind us, We have gathered quite in vain; Since we neither can direct it, By the winds of fortune tost, Nor in other worlds expect it; What we ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various
... opposition of contrary chances or causes, by which the mind is not allowed to fix on either side, but is incessantly tost from one to another, and at one moment is determined to consider an object as existent, and at another moment as the contrary. The imagination or understanding, call it which you please, fluctuates betwixt the ...
— A Treatise of Human Nature • David Hume
... depths aspire, In purest folds upwreathing, tost Fountains of approachless fire— by day a flood of smouldering smoke With sullen gleam the ...
— Wonders of Creation • Anonymous
... stated briefly. A certain man is absent from home for many years; he is jealously watched by Poseidon, and left desolate. Meanwhile his home is in a wretched plight—suitors are wasting his substance and plotting against his son. At length, tempest-tost, he himself arrives; he makes certain persons acquainted with him; he attacks the suitors with his own hand, and is himself preserved while he destroys them. This is the essence of the plot; the rest ...
— Poetics • Aristotle
... the ocean In pitiless commotion, Like the thoughts, now surging wildly through my storm-tost breast, The snow-capt, heaving billows Seem to me as lace-fring'd pillows Of the deep Deep's bed ...
— She and I, Volume 2 - A Love Story. A Life History. • John Conroy Hutcheson
... toutes sortes d'artisans, entre lesquelz y avoit un homme, qui fut si malheureux, qu'il trahit son maistre et le mist en dangier d'estre prins des gens du pays. Mais Dieu voulut que son entreprinse fut si tost congneue, qu'elle ne peut nuyre au cappitaine Robertval, lequel feit prendre ce meschant traistre, le voulant pugnir comme il l'avoit merite; ce qui eust este faict, sans sa femme qui avoit suivy son mary par les perilz de la mer; et ne le voulut abandonner ...
— Tales of the Enchanted Islands of the Atlantic • Thomas Wentworth Higginson
... crimsoned field Terrible woods are thunder-tost: Full of the wrath that will not yield, Full of revenge for battles lost: Hark to their echo as it crost The capital making faces wan: End this murderous holocaust; Abraham Lincoln give ...
— The Sword of Antietam • Joseph A. Altsheler
... the surge-like, but fast-bound motivo—only like those tost ice-waves, dead still in their heaped-up crests—were certain swelling crescendos of a second subject, so unutterably if vaguely sweet, that the souls of all deep blue Alp-flowers, the clarity of all high blue skies, had surely passed into them, and ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 56, June, 1862 • Various
... took a good pull, With the thought that the cup of his sorrow was full, For the speed of a stag and the strength of a bull Could hardly recover the ground he had lost. Right Royal went dully, then snorted and tost, ...
— Right Royal • John Masefield
... supernatural dread. And to this effect other influences contribute. The pictures called up by the mere words of the Witches stir the same feelings,—those, for example, of the spell-bound sailor driven tempest-tost for nine times nine weary weeks, and never visited by sleep night or day; of the drop of poisonous foam that forms on the moon, and, falling to earth, is collected for pernicious ends; of the sweltering venom of the ...
— Shakespearean Tragedy - Lectures on Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth • A. C. Bradley
... knows what I likes,' replies the hawfle hold Lady, pinting to me, (which I knew it very well, having often seen her take a glass of hojous gin along with her Bohee), and so I was ableeged to horder Fitzwarren to bring round the licures, and to help my unfortnit rellatif to a bumper of Ollands. She tost it hoff to the elth of the company, giving a smack with her lipps after she'd emtied the glas, which very nearly caused me to phaint with hagny. But, luckaly for me, she didn't igspose herself much farther: for when Cinqbars ...
— Burlesques • William Makepeace Thackeray
... Lord walking on the sea, and drawing nigh unto the ship: and they were afraid. But he saith unto them, It is I, be not afraid." So is it with the frail bark of mortality and the trembling spirit it carries. When "it is now dark," and the sea arises, and the "great wind" blows, the vessel is tost, and the poor heart fails within it; and when they see the dim form which they take to be the angel of death walking the roaming waters, they cry out in terror, but the voice of the sweet Redeemer, the Lord ...
— The House by the Church-Yard • J. Sheridan Le Fanu
... swords, drawn to pledge the Queen's health; by trampling of National Cockades; by scaling the Boxes, whence intrusive murmurs may come; by vociferation, tripudiation, sound, fury and distraction, within doors and without,—testify what tempest-tost state of vacuity they are in? Till champagne and tripudiation do their work; and all lie silent, horizontal; passively slumbering, ...
— The French Revolution • Thomas Carlyle
... mishapp! When I but dreame of what mine eies beheld, My hart doth freeze, my limmes do quiuering quake, I senceles stand, my brest with tempest tost Killes in my throte my wordes, ere fully borne. Dead, dead he is: be sure of what I say, This murthering sword hath made the ...
— A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and Antonius by Garnier • Philippe de Mornay
... of thy rustic flute Kept not for long its happy, country tone; Lost it too soon, and learnt a stormy note Of men contention-tost, of men who groan, Which task'd thy pipe too sore, and tired thy throat— It failed, and thou wast mute! Yet hadst thou always visions of ...
— Love's Pilgrimage • Upton Sinclair
... long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... PUNCHIUS-MERLIN Left the Old King, and passing forth to breathe, Then from the mystic gateway by the chasm Descending through the wintry night—a night In which the bounds of year and year were blent— Beheld, so high upon the wave-tost deep It seemed in heaven, a light, the shape thereof An angel winged, and all from head to feet Bright with a shining radiance golden-rayed, And gone as soon as seen; and PUNCHIUS knew The oft-glimpsed face of Hope, the blue-eyed ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, Jan. 2, 1892 • Various
... by tempest tost, Is scarcely worth a passing thought; The brook is crossed, and then is lost; There let it lie, ...
— Gleams of Sunshine - Optimistic Poems • Joseph Horatio Chant
... that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content; The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shade, till noontide's heat be spent. His life is neither tost in boisterous seas Or the vexatious world; or lost in slothful ease. Pleased and full blest he lives, when he his God ...
— Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists • Washington Irving
... legends and folk-poems from which Wagner drew his themes, and he exulted in the master's superb treatment of them. Never, he thought, had music and ideas been more felicitously blended than by Wagner, whatever the theme—the storm-tost soul of "the Flying Dutchman," to whom redemption came at last through loyalty and compassion; the conflict between sensuality and love fought out in the arena of Tannhaeuser's mind; the cosmic glories of the Ring with the ...
— War Letters of a Public-School Boy • Henry Paul Mainwaring Jones
... first did Nature seek Lilies for thy spotless cheek; When with roses came she next Half delighted, yet more vex'd, For the lilies there, to see Blushing at their purity! Since her labor now was lost, Roses to the wind she tost. One, a bud of smiling June, Falling on thy lips, as soon Left its color, and in death Willed its fragrance to thy breath! Then two drops of crystalled dew From the hyacinth's deep hue, Brought she for thine eyes of ...
— Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, March 1844 - Volume 23, Number 3 • Various
... of the storm-tost bark! May I thy peril share? —O landsman, these are fearful seas The brave alone may dare! —Nay, ruler of the rebel deep, What matters wind or wave? The rocks that wreck your reeling deck Will leave ...
— The American Union Speaker • John D. Philbrick
... Deliver'd o'er to darkness and despair. No sun in radiant glory shines on high; No light, but from the terrors of the sky: Fall'n are her mountains, her fam'd rivers lost, And all into a second chaos tost: One universal ruin spreads abroad; Nothing is safe beneath the throne of God. Such, earth, thy fate: what then canst thou afford To comfort and support thy guilty lord? Man, haughty lord of all beneath the moon, How must he bend his soul's ambition down Prostrate, the reptile own, and disavow ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young |
