"Whate'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... By whate'er of soft expression Thou hast taught to lovers' eyes, Faint denial, slow confession, Glowing cheeks and stifled sighs; By the pleasure and the pain, By the follies and the wiles, Pouting fondness, sweet disdain, Happy ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 1 (of 4) - Contibutions to Knight's Quarterly Magazine] • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... loud your lays, Your hearts and voices raising, The Saviour goddess praising Who vows she'll still Our city save to endless days, Whate'er Thorycion's will. ...
— The Frogs • Aristophanes
... upper storey. Of Clan Macdonald this is one, Of Allan Mor of Moy the son; He brought to me a sonsy vessel To satiate my thirsty whistle. The poet proved himself unwise When him he did not eulogise. The bards—I own it with regret— Are a pernicious sorry set, Whate'er they get is soon forgot, Unless you always wet ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 1, November 1875 • Various
... like Cupid, manage wily art? Whate'er stupidity we may discern, His pupils more within a day can learn, Than MASTERS knowledge in the schools can gain, Though they in study should ten years remain; The lowest clown he presently inspires, With ev'ry tendency that love ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine
... Might Be! Oh May, Might, Could, Would, Should! How powerless ye For evil or for good! In every sense Your moods I cheerless call, Whate'er your tense Ye are Imperfect, all! Ye have deceived the trust I've shown In ye! Away! The Mighty Must ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... pride with want may be allowed, We in our plainness may be justly proud: Our royal master willed it should be so; Whate'er he's pleased to own can need no show. That sacred name gives ornament and grace, And, like his stamp, makes basest metal pass. 'Twere folly now a stately pile to raise, To build a playhouse, while you throw down plays. ...
— Old and New London - Volume I • Walter Thornbury
... that glitters cold, When linked to hard and haughty feeling? Whate'er we're told, the noblest gold Is truth ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... Phil. Whate'er his right, to him in Syracuse All bend the knee; his the supreme dominion, And death and torment wait his ...
— The Grecian Daughter • Arthur Murphy
... Regardless of whate'er she felt, It followed down the plain! She owned her sins, and down she knelt And said her ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... KING. Ah! no more, no more! A crowned King cannot recall the past, And yet may glad the future. She thou namest, She was at least thy mother; but to me, Whate'er her deeds, for truly, there were times Some spirit did possess her, such as gleams Now in her daughter's eye, she was a passion, A witching form that did inflame my life By a breath or glance. Thou art our child; the link That binds me to my race; thou ...
— Count Alarcos - A Tragedy • Benjamin Disraeli
... our treasure, Nor seeking any portion to withhold, We freely give it, without stint or measure, Whate'er it ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... and answered: "I doled out cunning to thee; But nought with him will I measure: yet no cold-heart shall he be, Nor grim, nor evil-natured: for whate'er my will might frame, Gone forth is the word of the Norns, that abideth ever the same. And now, despite my cunning, how ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung • William Morris
... shun all lures that debauch the soul, The orgied rites of the rich; To eat my crust as a rover must With the rough-neck down in the ditch. To trudge by his side whate'er betide; To share his fire at night; To call him friend to the long trail-end, And to read ...
— Rhymes of a Rolling Stone • Robert W. Service
... Whate'er might be his worthlessness or worth, Poor fellow! he had many things to wound him. Let's own—since it can do no good on earth—[h] It was a trying moment that which found him Standing alone beside his desolate hearth, Where all ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 6 • Lord Byron
... it should be so, And yet I might have known That hearts that live as close as ours Can never keep their own. But we are fallen on evil times, And, do whate'er I may, My heart grows sad about the war, And ...
— Atlantic Monthly,Volume 14, No. 82, August, 1864 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... in after-years we yet shall meet again, When time has cancelled every trace of this dark hour of pain: O may I see thee happy, blest, whate'er my lot may be, And, as a sister and a friend, ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 444 - Volume 18, New Series, July 3, 1852 • Various
... range, Whate'er I do, thou dost not change; I steadier step when I recall That if I slip thou ...
— A Singer from the Sea • Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
... O years awa', My lads, ye'll mind whate'er befa'- My lads, ye'll mind on the bield o' the law, When ...
— Underwoods • Robert Louis Stevenson
... thy foul adultery. Th' unhappy youth to us is come complaining 'mid his groans * And asks for redress for parting-grief and saddened me through thee. An oath have I to Allah sworn shall never be forsworn; * Nay, for I'll do what Faith and Creed command me to decree. An thou dare cross me in whate'er to thee I now indite * I of thy flesh assuredly will make the vulture free. Divorce Su'ad, equip her well, and in the hottest haste * With Al-Kumayt and Ziban's son, hight Nasr, send ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 7 • Richard F. Burton
... Thee from my heart, Whate'er may be my written fate; Whether thus early to depart, Or ...
— The Life of Charlotte Bronte • Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
... oft, in falsehood undismayed, Like heretics in flaming vest arrayed Each angry Don lifts high his injured head, Or 'stands between the living and the dead.' Still from St. Mary's pulpit echoes wide Primo, beware of truth, whate'er betide; Deinde, from deep Charybdis while you steer Lest damned Socinus charm you with his sneer, Watch above all, so not Saint Thomas spake, Lest upon Calvin, Scylla's ...
— My Life as an Author • Martin Farquhar Tupper
... not its shippers, my friend, but produce it—an Actual, "forty-five," languorous Lusitan, Befitting, whate'er be its label, You, my good host, and the guest at ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 26, 1892 • Various
... concerned in no litigious jar; Beloved by all, not vainly popular. Whate'er assistance I had power to bring T' oblige my company, or to serve my king, Whene'er they called, I'd readily afford, My tongue, my pen, my counsel, or my sword. Lawsuits I'd shun, with as much studious care, As I would dens where hungry lions are; And rather put ...
— English Poets of the Eighteenth Century • Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum
... become thee better than to beg? But men of your condition feed on sloth, As doth the Scarab on the dung she breeds in, Not caring how the temper of your spirits Is eaten with the rust of idleness. Now, afore God, whate'er he be that should Relieve a person of thy quality, While you insist in this loose desperate course, I would esteem the ...
— Every Man In His Humour • Ben Jonson
... friends, I promise you in turn That I shall not resent your words of truth If spoken in good faith with best intentions. I may not always follow your advice, But you are free to say whate'er you please, Whate'er you may deem best for me to know, Whate'er will benefit the empire and my people. Now listen what I have to say to you. I will reveal to you my inmost heart: This is an age of greatest expectations; Riches accumulate in our cities, Commerce ...
— The Buddha - A Drama in Five Acts and Four Interludes • Paul Carus
... even geometries in some brain Before old Gutenberg? O fie, Ben Jonson, If I am nature's child am I not all? Howe'er it be, ascribe this to the ale, And say that reason in me was a fume. But if you honor me, as you have said, As much as any, this side idolatry, Think, Ben, of this: That I, whate'er I be In your regard, have come to fifty-two, Defeated in my love, who knew too well That poets through the love of women turn To satyrs or to gods, even as women By the first touch of passion bloom or rot As angels or ...
— Toward the Gulf • Edgar Lee Masters
... were not who sundered us upon the parting day! How many a body hath he slain, how many a bone laid bare? Sans fault of mine, my blood and tears he shed and beggared me Of him I love, yet for himself gained nought thereby whate'er. ...
— Tales from the Arabic Volumes 1-3 • John Payne
... my still loving him, depends entirely on whether I have the right to do so; he may have given that to another," she replied, and called to her beautiful lips a sweet smile, to try to convince him, more than her words would, that she was content, whate'er her lot ...
— The Rector of St. Mark's • Mary J. Holmes
... the house, and in his room, and neither Sylvia nor Henry had been awakened, he removed the thing and looked at it closely. All the inner surface was covered with a clear inscription, very clear, although of a necessity in minute characters—"Let love abide whate'er betide." ...
— The Shoulders of Atlas - A Novel • Mary E. Wilkins Freeman
... unillumined page, And trust its meaning to the flattering eye That reads it in the gracious light of love. Ah, wouldst thou clothe thyself in breathing shape And nestle at my side, my voice should lend Whate'er my verse may lack of tender ...
— The Poet at the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... life, And at his altars look for some repose: What cannot terror do in mortal mind? An instinct forced me to the Jewish temple, And I conceived the thought to appease their God: Some offerings, I believed, would calm His rage, And make that God, whate'er He be, more gentle. Pontiff of Baal excuse my feebleness! I entered; but the sacrifices ceased, The people fled; the high-priest furiously Rushed towards me; whilst he spake, O terrible surprise! I saw that selfsame child, my menacer, Such as my frightful dream had fashioned him. ...
— Athaliah • J. Donkersley
... the present, (As most of us probably would,) And, thinking her bounty To turn to account, he Said: "Now I'll do somebody good! I won't ask a thing for myself or my wife, But I'll make all my neighbors with happiness rife. Whate'er their conditions, Henceforward, physicians And indispositions they're rid ...
— Grimm Tales Made Gay • Guy Wetmore Carryl
... sire—(the Dorian king)— The bright-hair'd Pyrrhus[4] pours the wine:— "Of every lot that life can bring, My soul, great Father, prizes thine. Whate'er the goods of earth, of all, The highest and the holiest—FAME! For when the Form in dust shall fall, O'er dust triumphant lives the Name! Brave Man, thy light of glory never Shall fade, while song to man shall last; The Living, soon from earth are ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXXVIII. February, 1843. Vol. LIII. • Various
... Poet's sacred line: These hate whate'er is glorious, or divine. From one Eternal Fountain Beauty springs, The Energy of Wit, and Truth of Things, That Source is GOD: From him they downwards tend, Flow round—yet in their native center end. Hence Rules, and Truth, and ...
— An Essay on Satire, Particularly on the Dunciad • Walter Harte
... of ill? the heart filled quite With sunshine, like the shepherd's-clock at noon, 250 Closes its leaves around its warm delight; Whate'er in life is harsh or out of tune Is all shut out, no boding shade of blight Can pierce the opiate ether of its swoon: Love is but blind as thoughtful justice is, But naught can be so ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell • James Lowell
... whate'er they be, That haunt and vex thee, heart and brain, Look to the Cross, and thou shall see How thou mayst turn them all ...
— Heartsease - or Brother's Wife • Charlotte M. Yonge
... or Shoes; And you that did your Fortunes seek, Step to his Grave but once a Week: This Earth which bears his Body's Print, You'll find has so much Vertue in't, That I durst pawn my Ears 'twill tell Whate'er concerns you full as well, In Physick, Stolen Goods, or Love, As he himself ...
— The Bickerstaff-Partridge Papers • Jonathan Swift
... thee. Whate'er thou hadst chosen, thou wouldst still have acted Nobly and worthy of thee; but repentance Shall ne'er ...
— Hopes and Fears - scenes from the life of a spinster • Charlotte M. Yonge
... who hangs upon your smiles! Watches your eye, to say or to unsay, Whate'er you please! I am ...
— All for Love • John Dryden
... black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not ...
— The Children's Own Longfellow • Henry W. Longfellow
... Duke and Dutchess smile, The court would do the same awhile, But call us after, low and vile, And that way make their sport: Nay, would you still more pastime make, And at poor we your purses shake, Whate'er you give, we'll gladly take, For that will do ...
— A Fairy Tale in Two Acts Taken from Shakespeare (1763) • William Shakespeare
... on the cross unite me To Thee, what doth delight me I'll there renounce for aye. Whate'er Thy Spirit's grieving, There I'll for aye be leaving, As much as in my strength ...
— Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs - Translated by John Kelly • Paul Gerhardt
... Part of the part am I, which once was all, the Gloom That brought forth Light itself from out her mighty womb, The upstart proud, that now with mother Night Disputes her ancient rank and space and right, Yet never shall prevail, since, do whate'er he will, He cleaves, a slave, to bodies still; From bodies flows, makes bodies fair to sight; A body in his course can check him, His doom, I therefore hope, will soon o'ertake him, With bodies merged in nothingness ...
— Faust • Goethe
... his heart impels him. So speaks he to me: If I succeed, I, your avenger, Conquer Tiamat and save your lives. Come, ye all, and declare me supreme, In Upsukkenaku enter ye joyfully all. With my mouth will I bear rule, Unchangeable be whate'er I do, The word of my lips be never reversed or gainsaid. Come and to him give over the rule, That he may go and meet the evil foe. Gaga went, strode on his way, Humbly before Lachmu and Lachamu, the gods, ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 • Charles Dudley Warner
... O ever blessed! give me still Presence of mind to put in act my will, Whate'er the occasion be; And so to live, unforced by any fear, Beneath those laws of peace, that never are Affected with pollutions popular Of unjust injury, As to bear safe the burden of hard fates, Of foes inflexive, ...
— The Man Without a Country and Other Tales • Edward E. Hale
... breetest an' best to me ivver knawn, When fate may ordain us no longer to sever, Then, sweet girl of my heart, I can call thee my own. For dear unto me wor one moment beside thee, If it wor in the desert, Mary, wi' me; But sweeter an' fairer, whate'er betide thee, In ahr sweet little cot on the ...
— Revised Edition of Poems • William Wright
... Mystic Quest! Who seek the Highest and the Best! Where'er the goal for which we strive— Whate'er the knowledge we may win— This truth supreme shall live and thrive, 'Tis love that makes the whole world kin! The love sublime and purified, That puts all dross of self aside To live for others—to uphold Before our own a brother's cause: This is the master power shall mould The ...
— The Poets and Poetry of Cecil County, Maryland • Various
... as the Fates ordain it. Come fill it, and have done with rhymes; Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times. Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; And sit you down and say your grace With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. Here ...
— Thackeray • Anthony Trollope
... long be the journey, and narrow the way, I'll rejoice that I've seldom a turnpike to pay; And whate'er others say, be the last to complain, Though marriage is ...
— The Life of Thomas Telford by Smiles • Samuel Smiles
... love can be quite like the old love, Whate'er may be said for the new— And if you dismiss me, my darling, You may come ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume VIII (of X) • Various
... a thing to see That the spirit of God—whate'er it be— The Law that abides and changes not, ages long, The Eternal and Nature-born: these things be strong. What else is Wisdom? What of Man's endeavor, Or God's high grace so lovely and so great? To stand from fear set free? to breathe and ...
— Major Barbara • George Bernard Shaw
... the mouth he came 530 Of a smooth-sliding river, there he deem'd Safest th' ascent, for it was undeform'd By rocks, and shelter'd close from ev'ry wind. He felt the current, and thus, ardent, pray'd. O hear, whate'er thy name, Sov'reign, who rul'st This river! at whose mouth, from all the threats Of Neptune 'scap'd, with rapture I arrive. Even the Immortal Gods the wand'rer's pray'r Respect, and such am I, ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer
... change thy rede And I will to thy words give heed. But ne'er to me such counsel name As e'en to think upon were shame, Whate'er Prometheus may betide, Be mine to suffer at his side. Of all foul things abhorred by me The most ...
— Specimens of Greek Tragedy - Aeschylus and Sophocles • Goldwin Smith
... pace, Following his lord from place to place. To be an earl he did aspire, And reason good for such desire; But worth in these ungrateful times, To envied honor seldom climbs. Vain mortals! give your wishes o'er, And trust the flatterer Hope no more, Whose promises, whate'er they seem, End in ...
— Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... soul, God's hand controls Whate'er thou fearest; Round Him in calmest music rolls Whate'er ...
— The Life Radiant • Lilian Whiting
... "'Whate'er in Nature is thine own, Floating in air or pent in stone, Will rive the hills and swim the sea, And like thy ...
— A California Girl • Edward Eldridge
... or seek we, whate'er betide, Though the seaboard shift its mark from afar descried, But aims whence ever anew shall arise the soul? Love, thought, song, life, but show for a glimpse and hide The goal that is not, and ever again ...
— A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... the Devil Red who puts to flight Whate'er's before him, to the Left or Right, Will toss you high as Heaven when he strikes Your poor clay ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume III. (of X.) • Various
... 6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs ...
— The Psalms of David - Imitated in the Language of The New Testament - And Applied to The Christian State and Worship • Isaac Watts
... thee. This is my reply; Whate'er I may have been, or am, doth rest between Heaven and myself.—I shall not choose a mortal To be my mediator. Have I sinn'd Against your ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... whate'er betide, To love her to the last, And Fate, my truth has sadly tried, In all our sorrows past; But she may trust me, tho' we part, And both our lot deplore: Where'er I go, this bleeding heart Will ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello
... from the strife itself to set thee free, But more to nerve—doth Victory Wave her rich garland from the Ideal clime. Whate'er thy wish, the Earth has no repose— Life still must drag thee onward as it flows, Whirling thee down the dancing surge of Time. But when the courage sinks beneath the dull Sense of its narrow limits—on ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... but commands, and lo!—submissive Art Is proud its curious labours to impart. She but commands,—and eager Nature brings The best and fairest of her offerings. The distant Climates with each other vie, Whate'er she wants or wishes, to supply. The North before her spreads his furry store; The South his golden sands and silver ore; The sumptuous East is anxious to display Gems of the brightest hue and purest ray; The West, by arts to other climes unknown, } For her gives lustre to th' ...
— The First of April - Or, The Triumphs of Folly: A Poem Dedicated to a Celebrated - Duchess. By the author of The Diaboliad. • William Combe
... dull round, Whate'er his various tour has been, May sigh to think how oft he found His warmest welcome at ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 2 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... Whate'er betide, In Thy compassion tender. When grief and stress My heart oppress, Thou wilt redress And ...
— Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark • Jens Christian Aaberg
... Twisted with heat and cold and cramped with age, Who grunts at all the sunlight through the year, And springs from bed each morning with a cheer. Of all his neighbors he can something tell, 'Tis bad, whate'er, we know, and like it well! The bluebird's song he hears the first in spring— Shoots the last goose bound ...
— Early Letters of George Wm. Curtis • G. W. Curtis, ed. George Willis Cooke
... without wrong From Danaans? have you thus approved Ulysses,* known so long? Perchance—who knows?—the bulk we see Conceals a Grecian enemy, Or 'tis a pile to o'erlook the town, And pour from high invaders down, Or fraud lurks somewhere to destroy: Mistrust, mistrust it, men of Troy! Whate'er it be, a Greek I fear, Though presents in his hand he bear." He spoke, and with his arm's full force Straight at the belly of the horse His mighty spear he cast: Quivering it stood: the sharp rebound Shook the huge monster; and a sound Through ...
— Journeys Through Bookland - Volume Four • Charles H. Sylvester
... you thought, had drew my Pen On Virtue, see I fight for her agen; Wherefore, I hope my Foes will all excuse Th' Extravagance of a Repenting Muse; Pardon whate'er she has too boldly said, She only acted then in Masquerade; But now the Vizard's off, She's chang'd her Scene, And turns a Modest, Civil Girl agen; Let some admire the Fops whose Talent lie Inventing ...
— The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses From Women • Various
... care a jot! * Commit thy needs to Fate and Lot! Enjoy the Present passing well * And let the Past be clean forgot For whatso haply seemeth worse * Shall work thy weal as Allah wot Allah shall do whate'er He wills * And in His will oppose ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
... now from the tower of the town The deep sound of the bell is bringing. Oh, What comfort was that sound to me, a child, When in my dark and silent room I lay, Besieged by terrors, longing for the dawn! Whate'er I see or hear, recalls to mind Some vivid image, recollection sweet; Sweet in itself, but O how bitter made By painful sense of present suffering, By idle longing for the past, though sad, And by the still recurring thought, "I was"! Yon gallery that looks upon the west; Those frescoed walls, ...
— The Poems of Giacomo Leopardi • Giacomo Leopardi
... secret mayst thou filch." E'en thus the cook bestirs him, with his grooms, To thrust the flesh into the caldron down With flesh-hooks, that it float not on the top. Me then my guide bespake: "Lest they descry, That thou art here, behind a craggy rock Bend low and screen thee; and whate'er of force Be offer'd me, or insult, fear thou not: For I am well advis'd, who have been erst In the like fray." Beyond the bridge's head Therewith he pass'd, and reaching the sixth pier, Behov'd him then a ...
— The Divine Comedy • Dante
... For me, whate'er my life and lot may show, Years blank with gloom or cheered by mem'ry's glow, Turmoil or peace; never be it mine, I pray, To be a dweller of the peopled earth, Save 'neath a roof alive with children's mirth ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... As knights, of course, should be, Yet no one so delighted In harmless chivalry. If peasant girl or ladye Beneath misfortunes sank, Whate'er distinctions made he, They were not ...
— More Bab Ballads • W. S. Gilbert
... hour, Where nods in air the pensile, nest-like bower; Or where the hermit hangs the straw-clad cell, Emerging gently from the leafy dell, By fancy plann'd; as once th' inventive maid Met the hoar sage amid the secret shade: Romantic spot ! from whence in prospect lies Whate'er of landscape charms our feasting eyes'— The pointed spire, the hall, the pasture plain, The russet fallow, or the golden grain, The breezy lake that sheds a gleaming light, Till all the fading picture fail ...
— The Natural History of Selborne • Gilbert White
... help and cheer, The more you give the more you grow; This message evermore rings true, In time you reap whate'er you sow. No failure you have need to fear, Except to fail to do your best— What have you done, what can you do? That is the question, ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various
... Priestess answered, in a voice like to that of a dying woman, "only, I beseech you both, be pitiful to me, spare me your mockeries; add not the coals of your hate and scorn to the fires of a soul in hell, for whate'er I am, I became it for thy sake, Kallikrates. Yet, yet I also am athirst for knowledge; for though I know all wisdom, although I wield much power, one thing remains to me to learn—what is the worth of the love ...
— Ayesha - The Further History of She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed • H. Rider Haggard
... western wind came lumbering in, Bearing a faint Pacific din, Our evening mail, swift at the call Of its Postmaster General; Laden with news from Californ', Whate'er transpired hath since morn, How wags the world by brier and brake From hence ...
— A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers • Henry David Thoreau
... faith As is thy husband? If I said no word Of this before, it was that I would fain Forget this hateful compact. Sir, I beg you Let me go hence, and when the old man's sickness Is done, as Heaven will have it, take my word That I will be a citizen of Cherson Again, whate'er may come. ...
— Gycia - A Tragedy in Five Acts • Lewis Morris
... of dear but close-shut holy eyes Of heaven's own blue, All little eyes do fill my own with tears, Whate'er their hue. And, motherly, I gaze their innocent, ...
— Lotus Buds • Amy Carmichael
... While all his soldiers whispered under hand, And here and there the fault and cause do lay, Godfrey before him called Aliprand Captain of those that brought of late this prey, A man who did on points of virtue stand, Blameless in words, and true whate'er he say, "Say," quoth the duke, "where you this armor had, Hide not the truth, but tell it good ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... who long Had told the great unheaded throng Whate'er they thought, by day or night. Was true as Holy Writ, and right, Was caught in—well, on second thought, It is enough that he was caught, And being thrown in jail became The ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce
... half of man, his mind, "Is, sui juris, unconfin'd, "And ne'er can be laid by the heels, "Whate'er ...
— A Residence in France During the Years 1792, 1793, 1794 and 1795, • An English Lady
... Retreat, what better theme to choose Than satire for my homely Muse? No fell ambition wastes me there, No, nor the south wind's leaden air, Nor Autumn's pestilential breath, With victims feeding hungry death. Sire of the morn, or if more dear The name of Janus to thine ear, Through whom whate'er by man is done, From life's first dawning, is begun (So willed the gods for man's estate), Do thou my verse initiate! At Rome you hurry me away To bail my friend; 'Quick, no delay, Or some one—could worse luck befall you?— Will in the kindly ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin
... postulants (with shows, And mysteries, and mummeries, and hymns, And disputations dire that lamed their limbs) To serve his temple and maintain the fires, Expound the law, manipulate the wires. Amazed, the populace that rites attend, Believe whate'er they cannot comprehend, And, inly edified to learn that two Half-hairs joined so and so (as Art can do) Have sweeter values and a grace more fit Than Nature's hairs that never have been split, Bring cates and wines for ...
— The Devil's Dictionary • Ambrose Bierce
... whate'er before they've been, 39 Are like romances read, or scenes once seen; Fruition dulls or spoils the play much more Than if one read, ...
— Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham • Edmund Waller; John Denham
... feel, But not like a lover. What interests me so In Lucile, at the same time forbids me, I know, To give to that interest, whate'er the sensation, The name we men give to an hour's admiration, A night's passing passion, an actress's eyes, A dancing girl's ankles, ...
— Lucile • Owen Meredith
... mouth full, and back to audience). 'Tis raspberry—of all the jams my favourite; I'll clear the pot, whate'er I have to pay for it! And finish up with currants from this shelf.... ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari Volume 98, January 4, 1890 • Various
... out and spake Guarinos, "O! soon each man should feed, Were I but mounted once again on my own gallant steed. O! were I mounted as of old, and harnessed cap-a-pee, Full soon Marlotes' prize I'd hold, whate'er its ...
— Mediaeval Tales • Various
... Sign, The bird that hoarsely haunts the ruined tower; The bird sagacious of the field of blood Albeit far off. Four centuries I need: Then comes my day. My race and I are one. O Race beloved and holy! From my youth Where'er a hungry heart impelled my feet, Whate'er I found of glorious, have I not Claimed it for thee, deep-musing? Ignorant, first, For thee I wished the golden ingots piled In Susa and Ecbatana:—ah fool! At Athens next, treading where Plato trod, For thee all triumphs of the mind of man, And Phidian hand inspired! ...
— Legends of the Saxon Saints • Aubrey de Vere
... all misguiding dark, Aye to remain in confines of the night? How is it that so little room contains it, That guides the orient as the world the sun, Which once obscured most bitterly complains it, Because it knows and rules whate'er is done? The reason is that they may dread her sight, Who doth both give ...
— Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles - Idea, by Michael Drayton; Fidessa, by Bartholomew Griffin; Chloris, by William Smith • Michael Drayton, Bartholomew Griffin, and William Smith
... whate'er the cost, When efforts made are noble, Beyond the sky acts never die, And ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart, are still at home. In each land the sun does visit; We are gay whate'er betide. To give room for wandering is it, That the ...
— George Borrow and His Circle - Wherein May Be Found Many Hitherto Unpublished Letters Of - Borrow And His Friends • Clement King Shorter
... then," saith she, as she followed me into our chamber. "Whate'er you found, you left me too poor to pay the jeweller. I would fain have had a sapphire pin more than I got, but your raid on my purse disabled me thereof. The rogue ...
— In Convent Walls - The Story of the Despensers • Emily Sarah Holt
... land shall beat Her Sorrow, like a wounded bird; And if her suit at Mary's feet Avail, its moan shall yet be heard By some just poet, who shall shed, Whate'er the theme that leads his rhyme Bright words like tears above her, dead, Entreating of the ...
— Ride to the Lady • Helen Gray Cone
... all, but I would that you could be with me also," she answered in the same low voice. "Still, man must forth to battle and woman must wait and watch, for that is the world's way. Whate'er befalls, remember that dead or living I'll be wife to no man but you. Begone now ere my heart fails me, and guard yourself well, remembering that you bear in your breast not ...
— Red Eve • H. Rider Haggard
... Whate'er my business is, thou foul-mouthed scold, I'd have you know I scorn to be controlled By any man that lives; much less by thou, Who blurtest out thou know'st not what, nor how; I go about my lawful business; and I'll make you smart ...
— Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England • Robert Bell
... cloak and mask, Free-faced he stands so all may see; Let Friendship set him any task, Or Love—reward he does not ask, The deed is done whate'er it ...
— Weeds by the Wall - Verses • Madison J. Cawein
... spake: "Ne'er a coward did we have, but, to tell the truth, O noble queen, none rode so well to the strife and fray, as did the noble stranger from Netherland. Mickle wonders the hand of valiant Siegfried wrought. Whate'er the knights have done in strife, Dankwart and Hagen and other men of the king, however much they strove for honor, 'tis but as the wind compared with Siegfried, the son of Siegmund, the king. They slew full many a hero in the fray, but none ...
— The Nibelungenlied • Unknown
... richest colouring, than can flow From jewel'd treasures in the central night Of their deep caves.—You have no Sun to show Their inborn radiance pure.—Go, Snarlers, go; Nor your defects of feeling, and of sight, To charge upon the POET thus presume, Ye lightless minds, whate'er of title proud, Scholar, or Sage, or Critic, ye assume, Arraigning his high claims with censure loud, Or sickly scorn; yours, yours is all the cloud, Gems cannot sparkle in the ...
— Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace • Anna Seward
... learn not why the spirit lags. Tuneless and dull the loose lyre thrums Ill-plucked by fingers strange to skill That change and change the fever'd chords, But still no inspiration comes Though priest and pundit labor still. Lust-urged the clamoring clans denounce Whate'er their sires agreed was good, And swift on faith and fair return With lies the feud-leaders pounce Lest Truth deprive them of their food. Dog eateth dog and none gives thanks; All crave the fare, but grudge the price Their nobler forbears proudly paid, That now for moonstruck madness ...
— The Eye of Zeitoon • Talbot Mundy
... almost transparent was the skin, that the veins seemed hardly hidden, and a very slight emotion was sufficient to suffuse it with a tint that needed to fear no rivalry with the rose. No heaven could be bluer than the soft eyes that seemed "to love whate'er they looked upon," and whether dimmed with the tear of pity, or flashing with mirth, revealed a pure, but not a timid spirit. But among features which all were beautiful, if one could be called more beautiful than another, it was the mouth, and white ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... Yet Thou art true whate'er betide; Thy heart o'er human woe doth melt; For men of every race Christ died, And, as a zone, Thy love would belt All human kind from pole to pole Into one grand, ...
— Gleams of Sunshine - Optimistic Poems • Joseph Horatio Chant
... number I now declare, Four times three and three times four, For every want expedient, Sixes two within God's Church door, To north and south obedient; Twelve to mingle their voices with mine At prayer, whate'er the weather, To Him Who bids His dear sun shine On the good and ill together. Pleasant the Church with fair Mass cloth, No dwelling for Christ's declining To its crystal candles, of bees-wax both, On the pure, white Scriptures shining. Beside ...
— A Celtic Psaltery • Alfred Perceval Graves
... Whate'er in heaven, In earth, man sees mysterious, shakes his mind With sacred awe o'erwhelms him, and his soul Bows to the dust; the cause of things conceal Once from his vision, instant to the gods All empire he transfers, all rule supreme, And doubtful whence they spring, with headlong haste Calls ...
— Christianity and Greek Philosophy • Benjamin Franklin Cocker
... shall wear white, another red, One yellow, another blue; Thus in disguise to the exercise We'll go, whate'er ensue." ...
— Robin Hood • J. Walker McSpadden
... the mist of one, two, three, ten or twenty-five hundred years, when things loom large and out of proportion—and all these things were plain to Pericles. Yet he kept his inmost belief to himself, and let the mob believe whate'er it list. Morley's book on "Compromise" would not have appealed much to Pericles—his answer would have been, "A man must do what he can, and not what he would." Yet he was no vulgar demagog truckling to the caprices of mankind, nor was he a tyrant who pitted his will against the many and subdued ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Volume 7 - Little Journeys to the Homes of Eminent Orators • Elbert Hubbard
... dry and learned lore we gain We keep them in the memory of the brain; Names, things, and facts—whate'er we knowledge call, There is the common ledger for them all; And images on this cold surface traced Make slight impressions and are soon effaced. But we've a page more glowing and more bright On which ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... she treads, as if her foot were loth To crush the mountain dew-drops,—soon to melt On the flower's breast; as if she felt That flowers themselves, whate'er their hue, With all their fragrance, all their glistening, Call to ...
— What Great Men Have Said About Women - Ten Cent Pocket Series No. 77 • Various
... be, if one were left to lie And Ganem found it, he would take the notion To bed his cheek on it, because my foot Had trodden it, and then whate'er thou spokest, He would be deaf to thine affair. Or if He found the pin that's fallen from my hair And breathing still its perfume: then his senses Would fasten on that trinket, and he never Would know ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... and misshaped the omnipresent Sire:[110:1] And first by Fear uncharmed the drowsd Soul. Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel 35 Dim recollections; and thence soared to Hope, Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good The Eternal dooms for His immortal sons. From Hope and firmer Faith to perfect Love Attracted and absorbed: and centered there 40 God only to behold, and know, and feel, Till by exclusive consciousness ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... find, said he, she wants a doctor, Both to adore her, and instruct her: I'll give her what she most admires Among those venerable sires. Cadenus is a subject fit, Grown old in politics and wit, Caress'd by ministers of state, Of half mankind the dread and hate. Whate'er vexations love attend, She needs no rivals apprehend. Her sex, with universal voice, Must laugh at her capricious choice. Cadenus many things had writ: Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his poetic works: Meantime ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers And rocks whereby they grew, a paradise, Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dream'd uncounted hours, Though I was ...
— Literary Character of Men of Genius - Drawn from Their Own Feelings and Confessions • Isaac D'Israeli
... to zero Should keep his temper all the same: Courageous and content in his estate, And proof against the spiteful blows of Fate. It, therefore, troubles me to have to say, That with this Lobster it was never so; Whate'er the weather or the sort of day, No matter if the tide were high or low, Whatever happened he was never pleased, And not himself alone, ...
— Verses for Children - and Songs for Music • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... dearest of the whole fair troop, In judgment of the moment, she Whose daisy eyes had learn'd to droop. Her very faults my fancy fired; My loving will, so thwarted, grew; And, bent on worship, I admired Whate'er she was, with partial view. And yet when, as to-day, her smile Was prettiest, I could not but note Honoria, less admired the while, Was lovelier, ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... Whate'er the cause, in Nature's glow Well does the choice thyself pourtray; Thine innocence the blossoms show, Thy youth the green ...
— Poems • Sir John Carr
... her arm she brak, A compound fracture as could be; Nae leech the cure wad undertak, Whate'er was the gratuity. It 's cured! she handles 't like a flail, It does as weel in bits as hale; But I 'm a broken man mysel' ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume VI - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... clouds her regal diadem,— A forest waving on a single stem;— Then mark the poet; though to him unknown The quaint-mouthed titles, such as scholars own, See how his eye in ecstasy pursues The steps of Nature tracked in radiant hues; Nay, in thyself, whate'er may be thy fate, Pallid with toil or surfeited with state, Mark how thy fancies, with the vernal rose, Awake, all sweetness, from their long repose; Then turn to ponder o'er the classic page, Traced with the idyls of a greener age, And learn ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... one desire shall be, That he who knows me best should choose for me; And so, whate'er his love sees good to send, I'll trust it's ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... air to water changed; Down fell the rain, and to the gullies came Whate'er of it earth ...
— Dante's Purgatory • Dante
... Israel glad in Seville on the day Thou didst renounce him? Then mightst thou indeed Snap finger at whate'er thy slanderers say. Lothly must I admit, just then the seed Of Jacob chanced upon a grievous way. Still from the wounds of that red year we bleed. The curse had fallen upon our heads—the sword Was whetted for the chosen ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... Kind and True, As you'd have others be to you. And neither do nor say to Men Whate'er ...
— Divine Songs • Isaac Watts
... common sense, Got caught in flagrante and out of pence. Then in high glee the Devil filled a cup And drank a brimming bumper to the pope: Then—"Here's to you," he said, "sober or drunk, In cowl or corsets, every monk's a punk. Whate'er they preach unto the common breed, At heart the priests and I are well agreed. Justice is blind we see, and deaf and old, But in her scales can hear the clink of gold. The convent is a harem in disguise, And virtue is ...
— The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems • H. L. Gordon
... candour undefil'd, Dearly I lov'd thee as my first-born child, But when I saw thee wantonly to roam From house to house, and never stay at home, I brake my bonds of love, and bade thee go, Regardless whether well thou sped'st or no. On with thy fortunes then, whate'er they be: If good, I'll smile; if bad, ...
— The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2 • Robert Herrick
... with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate'er you do to-night, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ices go; Melt the glass and leave the sticks Like a hermit's crucifix; Burst into my narrow stall; Swing the picture on the wall; Run the rattling ...
— A Boy's Will • Robert Frost
... proceed, make falling arts your care, Erect new wonders, and the old repair; Jones and Palladio to themselves restore, And be whate'er Vitruvius was before." ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. - Volume XII, No. 347, Saturday, December 20, 1828. • Various
... I'll say, Thy form appears through night, through day; Awake, with it my fancy teems, In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams; The vision charms the hours away, And bids me curse Aurora's ray For breaking slumbers of delight, Which make me wish for endless night. Since, oh! whate'er my future fate, Shall joy or woe my steps await; Tempted by love, by storms beset, Thine image, I ...
— Byron's Poetical Works, Vol. 1 • Byron
... Smiles, whate'er their power to save, Can not penetrate the grave. Ere I reach life's ending mile, Give to ...
— How to Live a Holy Life • C. E. Orr
... Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, To my lone heart thou art a power and spell; A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me To love the ...
— Poems • Mary Baker Eddy
... it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness; and around Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception—which is truth. A baffling ...
— The Higher Powers of Mind and Spirit • Ralph Waldo Trine
... reasoning, we must because we must!' She softly said, 'I reason not, I only work and trust; The harvest may redeem the hay, keep heart whate'er betide; When one door's shut I've always found another open wide. There is a Heart, there is a Hand, we feel but cannot see We've always been provided for, and ...
— Mushrooms on the Moor • Frank Boreham
... For still you'll find, trace passions to their root, Small difference 'twixt the Stoic and the Brute. 980 In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan, He could not, for a moment, sink the man. In whate'er cast his character was laid, Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in: Horatio, Dorax,[77] Falstaff,—still 'twas Quin. Next follows Sheridan.[78] A doubtful name, As yet unsettled in the rank of fame: This, fondly ...
— Poetical Works • Charles Churchill
... symbolise for us A love like ours, what gift, whate'er it be, Hold more significance 'twixt thee and me Than paltry words a truth miraculous; Or the poor signs that in astronomy Tell giant splendours in their gleaming might: Yet love would still give such, as in delight To mock ...
— English Poems • Richard Le Gallienne
... portending ill, 'Tis thus my duty I have read! If I am wrong, oh! with me bear; But do not bid me backward tread My way forlorn,—for I can dare All things but that; ah! pity me, A woman frail, too sorely tried! And let me, let me follow thee, O gracious god,—whate'er betide. ...
— Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan • Toru Dutt
... glide, While they on carts, or clowns, or broomstaffs ride; Or in an egg-shell skim out o'er the main, To drink their leader's health in France or Spain; Then aft by night bumbaze hare-hearted fools, By tumbling down their cupboards, chairs, and stools. Whate'er's in spells, or if there witches be, Such whimsies seem ...
— The Mysteries of All Nations • James Grant
... own desire shall be That He who knows me best should choose for me, And so whate'er His love sees good to send, I'll trust its best, because He knows ...
— Mary at the Farm and Book of Recipes Compiled during Her Visit - among the "Pennsylvania Germans" • Edith M. Thomas |
