"Whene'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... spectator meet his eyes, Eyes that confess'd him born for kingly sway, So fierce, they flash'd intolerable day. His age in nature's youthful prime appear'd, And just began to bloom his yellow beard. Whene'er he spoke, his voice was heard around, Loud as a trumpet, with a silver sound; A laurel wreath'd his temples, fresh and green, And myrtle sprigs, the marks of love, were mix'd between. Upon his fist he bore, for his delight, An eagle well ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 356, June, 1845 • Various
... that a man must consider the means of increasing his earnings. This I hope therefore of thee, my Hermann, that into our dwelling Thou wilt be bringing ere long a bride who is handsomely dowered; For it is meet that a gallant young man have an opulent maiden. Great is the comfort of home whene'er, with the woman elected, Enter the useful presents, besides, in box and in basket. Not for this many a year in vain has the mother been busy Making her daughter's linens of strong and delicate texture; God-parents ...
— Hermann and Dorothea • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
... describes: "Tall, slender, not erect, a little bent; Brows arched and dark; a high-ridged lofty head; Thin temples, veined and delicate; large eyes, Sad, very serious, seeming as it were To look beyond you, and whene'er he spoke Illumined by an inner lamping light— At times, too, gleaming with a strange wild fire When taunted by the rabble in the streets; A Jewish face, complexion pale but dark; Thin, high-art nostrils, quivering constantly; Long nose, full lips, hands ...
— A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem - First Century • W. W. Story
... Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her, Yet she's vext if I give over; Much she fears I should undo her, But much more to lose her lover: Thus, in doubting, she refuses; And not winning, thus ...
— The Comedies of William Congreve - Volume 1 [of 2] • William Congreve
... of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, ...
— The Song Of Hiawatha • Henry W. Longfellow
... none: I 2 No arm to stay him wandering lone, Unevenly, with stumbling steps and sore; No friend in need, no kind inhabitant, To minister to his importunate want, No heart whereto his pangs he might deplore. None who, whene'er the gory flow Was rushing hot, might healing herbs bestow, Or cull from teeming Earth some genial plant To allay the anguish of malignant pain And soothe the sharpness of his poignant woe. Like infant whom the nurse lets go, With tottering movement here and there, He crawled for ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... "you feel for the woes of my sex!" "The legions of hearts you've been breaking Your conscience affright, and your reckoning perplex, Whene'er an account you've been taking!" "I'd scarcely believe How deeply you grieve At the mischief your eyes ...
— Point Lace and Diamonds • George A. Baker, Jr.
... Whene'er the foe advance to dare The onset, urged by hate and wrath, Still have they found, aghast with fear, A Lion in ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
... train, You shall scratch the leaves in vain; Squirrel, with your whisking tail, Your sharp eyes shall not avail; In the crisp and early dawn, Scampering across the lawn. We will beat you to the trees, Come you then whene'er you please. O ...
— Opening a Chestnut Burr • Edward Payson Roe
... Fathers: living still In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we ...
— The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book • Various
... Whene'er I hear that music vague and old, Two hundred years are mist that rolls away; The thirteenth Louis reigns, and I behold A green land ...
— Ballads and Lyrics of Old France: with other Poems • Andrew Lang
... Whene'er mine eyes do my Amelia greet It is with such emotion As when, in childhood, turning a dim street, I first beheld the ocean. There, where the little, bright, surf-breathing town, That shew'd me first her beauty and the sea, Gathers its skirts against the gorse-lit down And scatters gardens o'er ...
— The Victories of Love - and Other Poems • Coventry Patmore
... about, Whene'er I see a hill, A childish feeling of delight Springs in my bosom still; And longings for the high unknown Follow and ...
— A Hidden Life and Other Poems • George MacDonald
... watchword be it!) To raise the fallen from this low estate, To boldly combat wrong whene'er we see it, To render good for evil, love ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... could he often hear without. Fresh unctions were applied; His wounds soon healed. Whene'er he groaned swift flew she to his side: At other times the maiden lay concealed. At last she brought the news ...
— Rowena & Harold - A Romance in Rhyme of an Olden Time, of Hastyngs and Normanhurst • Wm. Stephen Pryer
... for that owns he teeth snow-white, Grins ever, everywhere. When placed a wight In dock, when pleader would draw tears, the while He grins. When pious son at funeral pile Mourns, or lone mother sobs for sole lost son, 5 He grins. Whate'er, whene'er, howe'er is done, Of deed he grins. Such be his malady, Nor kind, nor courteous—so beseemeth me— Then take thou good Egnatius, rede of mine! Wert thou corrupt Sabine or a Tiburtine, 10 Stuffed Umbrian or Tuscan overgrown ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus
... Whene'er I come where ladies are, How sad soever I was before, Though like a ship frost-bound and far Withheld in ice from the ocean's roar, Third-winter'd in that dreadful dock, With stiffen'd cordage, sails decay'd, And crew that care for calm ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... refuse To heav'nly tidings from the Afric muse. As soon may change thy laws, eternal fate, As the saint miss the glories I relate; Or her Benevolence forgotten lie, Which wip'd the trick'ling tear from Misry's eye. Whene'er the adverse winds were known to blow, When loss to loss * ensu'd, and woe to woe, Calm and serene beneath her father's hand She sat resign'd to the divine command. No longer then, great Sir, her death ...
— Religious and Moral Poems • Phillis Wheatley
... I seem, whene'er its phrase I hear, A gondola to view, With prow voluted, black and clear, Slip o'er the ...
— Enamels and Cameos and other Poems • Theophile Gautier
... cruellest of all the passions, lust. Who that behold me, persecuted, scorned, A wanderer, e'er could think what friends were mine, How numerous, how devoted? with what glee Smiled my old house, with what acclaim my courts Rang from without whene'er ...
— Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection • Walter Savage Landor
... my work: which not Jove's ire Can make undone, nor sword nor time nor fire. Whene'er that day, whose only powers extend Against this body, my brief life shall end, Still in my better portion evermore Above the stars undying shall I soar. My name shall never die; but through all time Whenever Rome shall reach a conquer'd clime, There, in that people's ...
— My Life as an Author • Martin Farquhar Tupper
... Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts ...
— Familiar Quotations • John Bartlett
... so quiet was the air! 5 So like, so very like, was day to day! Whene'er I looked, thy Image still was there; It trembled, but it never ...
— Selections from Wordsworth and Tennyson • William Wordsworth and Alfred Lord Tennyson
... with a dishonest air And gross behaviour, banished thence the fair. The bold buffoon, whene'er they tread the green, Their motion mimics, but with jest obscene; Loose language oft he utters; but ere long A bark in filmy net-work binds his tongue; Thus changed, a base wild olive he remains; The shrub the ...
— Flowers and Flower-Gardens • David Lester Richardson
... go; When to study I incline, Let her aid be such as thine; Such as thine the charming power In the vacant social hour. Let her live to give delight, Ever warm and ever bright; Let her deeds, whene'er she dies, Mount as incense to ...
— Pipe and Pouch - The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry • Various
... master so deceiv'd, He was the best of curs believ'd. The flock was trusted to his care, Whene'er the shepherd was not there. And in the house, a favored guest, He always fed upon the best. The treacherous guard his charge betray'd And on the sheep in secret prey'd. The master, when the crime was prov'd, With double indignation ...
— Aesop, in Rhyme - Old Friends in a New Dress • Marmaduke Park
... O, U, The vowels we may call; W, Y, are vowels too, Whene'er they chance to fall To the end of syllable or word. And this we well may know That all the rest are consonants; ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller
... "And loving will I die, oh happy day Whene'er it chanceth! but oh far more blessed If as about thy polished sides I stray, My bones within thy hollow grave might rest, Together should in heaven our spirits stay, Together should our bodies lie in chest; So happy ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... exceed the mark,'—and if she let Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, —E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, ...
— An Introduction to the Study of Browning • Arthur Symons
... I want, but must. Thou never hast beheld her, thou must see her! My heavy heart gives o'er its sullen beating And leaps with joy, whene'er I look ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... to me whene'er we meet!—But now to fly; I've no time to lose; between my wife and Gouroc, I shall go cracked. So here's for liberty, ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Paul Kauvar; or, Anarchy • Steele Mackaye
... Trading City; in it, I forc'd my Nature to a dull slovenly Gravity, which well enough deceiv'd the busy Block-heads; my Clothes and Equipage I lodg'd at this End of the Town, where I still pass'd for something better than I was, whene'er I pleas'd to change ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume IV. • Aphra Behn
... plot the ruin of the king and state, As erst you thought of the Palatinate; Or that five hundred thousand pounds doth lie In the Venice bank to help Spain's majesty; Or that three hundred thousand more doth rest In Dunkirk, for the arch-duchess to contest With England, whene'er occasion offers; Or that by rapine I fill up my coffers; Nor that an office in church, state, or court, Is freely given, but they must pay me for't. Nor shall you ever prove I had a hand In poisoning of the monarch of this land, Or the like ...
— Curiosities of Literature, Vol. II (of 3) - Edited, With Memoir And Notes, By His Son, The Earl Of Beaconsfield • Isaac D'Israeli
... of her own. My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs ...
— Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... thy heart doth yearn Reluctantly Sir Knight I give thee; Whene'er it please thee to return Most gladly I'll ...
— Axel Thordson and Fair Valborg - a ballad • Thomas J. Wise
... such as are my second, In spirit and in truth; Have pity on their helpless age And on their joyless youth. Remember them whene'er you feast, And on your downy bed, For the sake of Him who "had not where On earth to ...
— Stories of Many Lands • Grace Greenwood
... Of that delicate idiom of Paris without Feeling morally sure, beyond question or doubt, By the wild way in which my heart inwardly flutter'd That my heart's native tongue to my heart had been utter'd And whene'er I hear French spoken as I approve I feel myself quietly falling ...
— Lucile • Owen Meredith
... damsels walked, I saw him—a blooming Apollo, blending the manly beauty of Antinous! Such was his noble and majestic deportment, as if the illustrious state of Genoa rested alone upon his youthful shoulders. Our eyes stole trembling glances at him, and shrunk back, as if with conscious guilt, whene'er they encountered the lightning of his looks. Ah, Arabella, how we devoured those looks! with what anxious envy did every one count those directed to her companions! They fell among us like the golden apple of discord—tender eyes burned fiercely—soft bosoms beat tumultuously—jealousy ...
— The Works of Frederich Schiller in English • Frederich Schiller
... distrust, For him who puketh up a sour disdain, From stomach filled with racial prejudice, That shall his downfall speed, helped by the spleen, Which pampered youth, fed with a golden spoon, Must ever show, whene'er its will is crossed. And thus will I proceed to "cook his goose," Until the flesh shall cleave from off its bones. But as it seemeth to my anxious mind, I read uncertainty in Francos' eye, "The welfare of thy people" once he voiced, Such words make music not unto mine ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
... our thoughts, whene'er they dream of hope, Bann'd be those haps, that henceforth flatter us, When mischief dogs us still and still for ay, From our first birth until our burying day: In our first gamesome age, our doting sires Carked and cared to have ...
— A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. IX • Various
... Gama: Whene'er I poke Sarcastic joke Replete with malice spiteful, This people mild Politely smil'd, And ...
— The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan - The 14 Gilbert And Sullivan Plays • William Schwenk Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
... thy shortened sail Shall, whene'er the winds increase, Seizing each propitious gale, Waft thee to the Port ...
— Lives of the Poets: Gay, Thomson, Young, and Others • Samuel Johnson
... so stupid, To act the part of Tray or Cupid; Nor leaps upon his master's lap, There to be stroked, and fed with pap, As Aesop would the world persuade; He better understands his trade: Nor comes whene'er his lady whistles. But carries loads, and feeds on thistles. Our author's meaning, I presume, is A creature bipes et implumis; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind; For here he owns, that now and then Beasts may ...
— The Humourous Poetry of the English Language • James Parton
... not; now I am—a few days hence I shall not be; I fain would look before And after, but can neither do; some Power Or lack of power says "no" to all I would. I stand upon a wide and sunless plain, Nor chart nor steel to guide my steps aright. Whene'er, o'ercoming fear, I dare to move, I grope without direction and by chance. Some feign to hear a voice and feel a hand That draws them ever upward thro' the gloom. But I—I hear no voice and touch no hand, Tho' oft thro' silence infinite I list, And strain my hearing to supernal sounds; ...
— The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar • Paul Laurence Dunbar
... Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene'er ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXXXII. - June, 1843.,Vol. LIII. • Various
... Whene'er day-light's parting gleam A smiling form salutes my love, And loiters near the murm'ring stream, And glides beneath the conscious grove: Ah! then my Henry's spirit see: Soft joy and ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... the mother That has a restless wean, A wee stumpy bairnie, Heard whene'er he's seen— That has a battle aye with sleep Before he'll close his e'e; But a kiss from off his rosy lips ...
— The Short-story • William Patterson Atkinson
... boy, Tripping through the dance of joy! How I love the mellow sage, Smiling through the veil of age! And whene'er this man of years In the dance of joy appears, Snows may o'er his head be flung, But his heart—his heart ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
... still, whene'er the good and just Close the dim eye on life and pain, Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust Till the ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... They always salute us with unction; And still the old cry some one will repeat— "It's only nine miles to the Junction!" Three cheers for the warm hearted Rhode Island boys, May each be true to his function; And whene'er we meet, let us each other greet, With "Only nine miles ...
— History of Company F, 1st Regiment, R.I. Volunteers, during the Spring and Summer of 1861 • Charles H. Clarke
... them from our conquered running Foes. Their Fortresses are Magazines of Death, Which we can quickly turn against themselves; And when they're driven to their destin'd Bounds, Their Love of Gain will soon renew their Trade. The heartless French, whene'er they see us conquer, Will join their little Force to help us on. Nay, many of their own brave trusty Soldiers, In Hope of Gain, will give us their Assistance; For Gain's their great Commander, and will lead them Where their brave Generals cannot force their March: ...
— Ponteach - The Savages of America • Robert Rogers
... grief oppress her, Heavier than she can bear, Oh! sustain her by Thy presence, Hear and answer Thou her prayer: And whene'er the storms of winter Round my precious Lily reign, To a fairer clime transplant her, There to live and ...
— Indian Legends and Other Poems • Mary Gardiner Horsford
... discharge the debt of piety; Next a free woman thou wilt be once more, As thou wast born, and find a worthy mate, For lover's eyes look to the good and brave. Then seest thou not what glory thou wilt win For both of us, embracing my design? What citizen or foreigner will fail Whene'er we pass, to pay his meed of praise? "Look at yon pair of sisters; these are they That from its fall redeemed their father's house, That setting their own lives upon the die, Their enemies, in power uplifted, slew. To these ...
— Specimens of Greek Tragedy - Aeschylus and Sophocles • Goldwin Smith
... I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts Those happy days present, When I with troops of pious friends ...
— Love and Life • Charlotte M. Yonge
... bore The fiery song of Odin and Thor. Then little avail, 'Gainst the Vi-king's arm, The maiden's tear, the warrior's mail, Or the priestman's charm. And o'er the bright South-land A shadow of dread was the North wind's course, Whene'er his surging currents fanned The raven banner ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No. 2, August, 1862 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... of Fate, New pleasures to provide, And, 'midst my happy state, A lamb was all my pride. The sun conceal'd his light, Whene'er ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello
... EDMUND, plainly son 51 Of him who bearded Jefferson, A non-resistant by conviction, But with a bump in contradiction, So that whene'er it gets a chance His pen delights to play the lance, And—you may doubt it, or believe it— Full at the head of Joshua Leavitt The very calumet he'd launch, And scourge him with the olive branch. 60 A master with the foils ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell • James Lowell
... heard and understood, And summoned round his gosling brood: "Whene'er you hear a rogue commended, Be sure some mischief is intended; A fox now spoke in commendation— Foxes no doubt will rise in station; If they hold places, it is plain The geese will feel a tyrant reign. 'Tis a sad prospect for our race When every petty clerk ...
— Fables of John Gay - (Somewhat Altered) • John Gay
... lay, To be sung 'neath a summer sky; But give to me the lips that say The honest words, "Good-bye!" "Adieu! adieu!" may greet the ear, In the guise of courtly speech: But when we leave the kind and dear, 'Tis not what the soul would teach. Whene'er we grasp the hands of those We would have forever nigh, The flame of Friendship bursts and glows In ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various
... Styx, I declare, For the moment it drizzles it makes the men swear. "It did rain to-morrow," is growing good grammar; Vauxhall and camp-stools have been brought to the hammer; A pony-gondola is all I can keep, And I use my umbrella and pattens in sleep: Row out of my window, whene'er 'tis my whim To visit a friend, and just ask, "Can ...
— Our Village • Mary Russell Mitford
... comfort man—to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers Will much more ...
— The Universal Reciter - 81 Choice Pieces of Rare Poetical Gems • Various
... whene'er thy suit I grant, That I my much-loved sovereignty shall want: Or like myself some other may be made, And her new beauty may thy ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18) - Amboyna; The state of Innocence; Aureng-Zebe; All for Love • John Dryden
... mountain go, Up to the dreary mountain-top, I'll tell you all I know. 'Tis now some two-and-twenty years Since she (her name is Martha Ray) Gave, with a maiden's true good will, Her company to Stephen Hill; And she was blithe and gay, And she was happy, happy still Whene'er she thought ...
— English Critical Essays - Nineteenth Century • Various
... spray From waves of ocean, eater-out of walls Around the coasts. Nor ever cease to flit The varied voices, sounds athrough the air. Then too there comes into the mouth at times The wet of a salt taste, when by the sea We roam about; and so, whene'er we watch The wormword being mixed, its bitter stings. To such degree from all things is each thing Borne streamingly along, and sent about To every region round; and nature grants Nor rest nor respite of the onward flow, Since 'tis incessantly we feeling have, And all the ...
— Of The Nature of Things • [Titus Lucretius Carus] Lucretius
... Whene'er in place of using patent wile, Or trying to frighten me with horrid grin, You tempt me with two crimson lips curved in a smile; Old Devil, I must really own, ...
— Fifty years & Other Poems • James Weldon Johnson
... am unwise In echoing your eyes Whene'er they leave their far-off gaze, and turn To melt and blur my sight; For every other light Is servile to your cloud-grey eyes, wherein cloud ...
— Flint and Feather • E. Pauline Johnson
... pangs of hell. Scarce had the blow Escaped my hand before a swift remorse, Swift but too late, fell terrible upon me. From that hour still the sanguinary ghost By day and night, and ever horrible, Hath moved before mine eyes. Whene'er I turn I see its bleeding footsteps trace the path That I must follow; at table, on the throne, It sits beside me; on my bitter pillow If e'er it chance I close mine eyes in sleep, The specter—fatal vision!—instantly Shows itself in my dreams, and tears the breast, Already mangled, with a ...
— Modern Italian Poets • W. D. Howells
... whilst you live, You'd not a single penny give, But that whene'er you chance to die, You'd leave a handsome legacy: You must be mad beyond redress, If my next wish you ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D, In Nine Volumes - Volume the Third: The Rambler, Vol. II • Samuel Johnson
... the air To pluck the Pilgrims' corn, The bears came snuffing round the door Whene'er a babe was born, The rattlesnakes were bigger round Than the but of the old rams horn The deacon blew at meeting time ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... she vainly sought the strayed one, Long she sought, but found him never, And whene'er she crossed a pathway, Then she bowed herself before it. "O thou path whom God created, Hast thou seen my son pass over; Hast thou seen my golden apple, Hast thou seen my staff ...
— Kalevala, Volume I (of 2) - The Land of the Heroes • Anonymous
... may be excluded, or deposed, Whene'er you cry religion to the crowd; That doctrine makes rebellion orthodox, And subjects must be ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Vol. 7 (of 18) - The Duke of Guise; Albion and Albanius; Don Sebastian • John Dryden
... First Cause," Creator, King, and Lord, The worm that breathed at Thy commanding word, And dies whene'er Thou wilt, presumptuous man, Has dared the mazes of Thy path to scan; Guided by reason's powerless rays alone, Would pierce the veil ...
— Heart Utterances at Various Periods of a Chequered Life. • Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney
... be By thy son thus graced, and thee, That whene'er I woo, I find Virgins coy, but not unkind. Let me, when I kiss a maid, Taste her lips, so overlaid With love's sirop, that I may In your temple, when I pray, Kiss the altar, and confess ...
— A Selection From The Lyrical Poems Of Robert Herrick • Robert Herrick
... Stella, when you copy next, Will you keep strictly to the text? Dare you let these reproaches stand, And to your failing set your hand? Or, if these lines your anger fire, Shall they in baser flames expire? Whene'er they burn, if burn they must, They'll prove ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U niversity ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
... is haste makes waste, the sage avers, And instances are far too plenty; Whene'er the hasty impulse stirs, Put ...
— Nerves and Common Sense • Annie Payson Call
... Whene'er you do to Meetings go, as many such there be (And few and far those persons are who home return to tea), Then take with you this principle, to cheer you on your way— The less there is to talk about, the more there ...
— The Casual Ward - academic and other oddments • A. D. Godley
... verdant flower Blooming, withering in an hour, Ere thy gentle breast sustain Latest, fiercest, mortal pain, Hear a suppliant! Let me be Partner in thy destiny: That whene'er the fatal cloud Must thy radiant temples shroud; When deadly damps, impending now, Shall hover round thy destin'd brow, Diffusive may their influence be, And with the blossom blast ...
— Hetty Wesley • Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... This kingly Wallenstein, whene'er he falls, Will drag a world to ruin down with him; And as a ship that in the midst of ocean Catches fire, and shiv'ring springs into the air, And in a moment scatters between sea and sky The crew it bore, so will he hurry to destruction Ev'ry one ...
— The Life of Friedrich Schiller - Comprehending an Examination of His Works • Thomas Carlyle
... Whene'er we steam it to Blackwall, Or down to Greenwich run, To quaff the pleasant cider-cup, And feed on fish and fun; Or climb the slopes of Richmond Hill, To catch a breath of air: Then, for my sins, he straight begins To rave about his fair. Oh, 'tis the most tremendous bore, Of all the bores ...
— The Bon Gaultier Ballads • William Edmonstoune Aytoun
... Whene'er this stone, now hid beneath the lake, The horse shall trample, or the plough shall break, Then, O my country! shalt thou groan distrest, Grief swell thine eyes, and terrour chill thy breast. Thy streets with violence of woe shall sound, Loud as the billows bursting on the ground. Then through ...
— The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 6 - Reviews, Political Tracts, and Lives of Eminent Persons • Samuel Johnson
... saints let me be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, To see Thy smiling face; Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, While heaven's resounding arches ring ...
— The Story of the Hymns and Tunes • Theron Brown and Hezekiah Butterworth
... Whene'er he heard the voice of pain, His breast with pity burn'd; The large, round head upon his cane From ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume V. (of X.) • Various
... like your love, is vain: Whene'er I please, you must be pleased again. Knowing what power I have your will to bend, I'll use it; for I need ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 2 (of 4) - Contributions To The Edinburgh Review • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... Whene'er such wanderers I meet, As from their night-sports they trudge home, With counterfeiting voice I greet, And call them on with me to roam: Through woods, through lakes; Through bogs, through brakes; Or else, unseen, with them I go, All in the nick, To play some trick, ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... she was fair beyond your brightest bloom (This Envy owns, since now her bloom is fled): Fair as the Forms that wove in Fancy's loom, Float in light vision round the Poet's head. Whene'er with soft serenity she smiled, Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise, How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild. The liquid lustre darted from her eyes! Each look, each motion, waked a new-born grace That o'er her form its transient glory ...
— Some Old Time Beauties - After Portraits by the English Masters, with Embellishment and Comment • Thomson Willing
... Italia's bound; The harbour sacred to Alcides' name Where hollow crags encroach upon the sea, Is left in freedom: there nor Zephyr gains Nor Caurus access, but the Circian blast (16) Forbids the roadstead by Monaecus' hold. And others left the doubtful shore, which sea And land alternate claim, whene'er the tide Pours in amain or when the wave rolls back — Be it the wind which thus compels the deep From furthest pole, and leaves it at the flood; Or else the moon that makes the tide to swell, ...
— Pharsalia; Dramatic Episodes of the Civil Wars • Lucan
... Stands, and so stood a thousand years ago, A single tree. Thunder has done its worst among its twigs, Where the great crest yet blackens, never pruned, But in its heart, alway Ready to push new verdurous boughs, whene'er The rotting saplings near it fall and leave it air, Is all antiquity and no decay. Rich, though rejected by the forest-pigs, Its fruit, beneath whose rough, concealing rind They that will break it find Heart-succouring ...
— The Unknown Eros • Coventry Patmore
... to flit in air, With serpents girt alike, and crown'd with hissing hair. In heav'n the Dirae call'd, and still at hand, Before the throne of angry Jove they stand, His ministers of wrath, and ready still The minds of mortal men with fears to fill, Whene'er the moody sire, to wreak his hate On realms or towns deserving of their fate, Hurls down diseases, death and deadly care, And terrifies the guilty world with war. One sister plague if these from heav'n ...
— The Aeneid • Virgil
... reason grieves me this is done Upon account of a false woman's spite; Whose wicked cause I know not why you own, An office ill according with your might: And when to you the occasion shall be known Which urges me her wickedness to quite, Whene'er you think on it, you will repent How she by you was saved, and I ...
— Orlando Furioso • Lodovico Ariosto
... how fair of eye, and mild of mien Walks forth of marriage yonder gentle queen; What chaste sobriety whene'er she speaks, What glad content sits smiling on her cheeks, What plans of goodness in that bosom glow, What prudent care is throned upon her brow, What tender truth in all she does or says, What pleasantness and peace in all ...
— The Wedding Guest • T.S. Arthur
... thereout so often, For all his love it gained; To tears his eyes would soften Whene'er its ...
— The Verner Raven; The Count of Vendel's Daughter - and other Ballads • Anonymous
... her milk-white steed, And took True Thomas up behind, And aye whene'er her bridle rang, The steed flew swifter ...
— Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Second Series • Frank Sidgwick
... voice to the voices of the other two.) Far from the men who fear us, men who stone us, Hiding, hiding, flying whene'er they slumber, High on the crags we pause, over the moon-gulfs; Black clouds fall and leave us up in the moon-depths Where wind flaps our hair and cloaks like fin-webs, Ay, and our sleeves that toss with our arms and ...
— The Atlantic Book of Modern Plays • Various
... greater than the sword, Of that there is no doubt. The pen for me whene'er I wish An enemy to rout. A pen, a pad, and say a pint Of ink with which to scrawl, To put a foe to flight is all ...
— Cobwebs from a Library Corner • John Kendrick Bangs
... things his foes knew about him— He was fond of satire or joke, Writing some verses of rhythm, Which always amused the folk. Whene'er he walked into the pulpit, He bowed for a moment in prayer, Every soul in the temple grew thirsty;— The true ...
— Adventures and Recollections • Bill o'th' Hoylus End
... this tale o' truth shall read, Ilk man and mother's son, take heed: Whene'er to drink you are inclined, Or cutty sarks run in your mind, Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear— Remember ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... a little what thy heart is doing: How, from our infancy, we hand in hand Have trod the path of life in love together. One bed has held us, and the same desires, The same aversions, still employ'd our thoughts. Whene'er had I a friend that was not Polydore's, Or Polydore a foe that was not mine? E'en in the womb we embrac'd; and wilt thou now, For the first fault, abandon and forsake me? Leave me, amidst afflictions, to myself, Plung'd in the gulf of grief, ...
— The Orphan - or, The Unhappy Marriage • Thomas Otway
... his companions / to castle court he went, E'en as do now the people / whene'er on pleasure bent, There stood 'fore all so graceful / Siegelind's noble son, For whom in love did languish / the hearts ...
— The Nibelungenlied - Translated into Rhymed English Verse in the Metre of the Original • trans. by George Henry Needler
... Whene'er by mortal sickness sorely pressed One of the little congregation lay, The sexton's mallet to the flock expressed With its sad knock his woe, and bade them pray; Arid oft their intercession with the Lord Prevailed, and ...
— Fleurs de lys and other poems • Arthur Weir
... serve To cure the scab of the nation, Whene'er't has an itch to swerve To rebellion by innovation. A lanthorn here is to be bought, The like was scarce ever gotten, For many plots it has found out Before they ever were thought on. ...
— Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684 • Charles Mackay
... Whene'er my maiden kisses me, I'll think that I the Sultan be; And when my cheery glass I tope, I'll fancy then ...
— The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete • Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
... Flint, with language harsh and high, Accused the Steel of cruelty In striking her with all his might, Whene'er he wanted fire and light. The Steel the imputation spurned, And with such warmth the contest burned That both, at last, agreed to slip Their contract of companionship. "Good-by then, madame," said the one; "And since my ...
— The Talking Beasts • Various
... our Prayer Art Thou, dear Lord, whene'er we pray; So always now, and everywhere, My ...
— A Christmas Faggot • Alfred Gurney
... no litigious Jarr, Belov'd by, all not vainly popular: Whate'er Assistance I had power to bring T'oblige my Country, or to serve my King, Whene'er they call'd, I'd readily afford, My Tongue, My Pen, my Counsel, or my Sword. Law-suit I'd shun with as much Studious Care; As I wou'd Dens where hungry Lyons are; An rather put up injuries than be A Plague to him, who'd be a plague to me. I value Quiet at ...
— The Pleasures of a Single Life, or, The Miseries Of Matrimony • Anonymous
... bark, O'er the waves let us bound, As the deer from the horn, Or the hare from the hound. Pluck down thy white plumes, Sink thy keel in the sand, Whene'er ye see my love, And the ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume III - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... Whene'er I see some high brass-hatted man Inspect the Depot with his ribboned train, When all seems spick and absolutely span And no man spits and nothing gives him pain, I think what blissful ignorance is theirs Who only see us on inspection days, And wonder, could ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. CL, April 26, 1916 • Various
... our bastides, damned Blackhead Would ride abroad whene'er he chose to ride, We could not stop him; many a burgher bled Dear gold all round his girdle; far ...
— The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems • William Morris
... from him— At banquet 'twas his cup; And still his eyes were fill'd with tears Whene'er he ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 57, No. 352, February 1845 • Various
... look less mazed Whene'er of bliss debarr'd, Nor think the Gods were crazed When thy own lot went hard. But we are all the same—the fools ...
— Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold • Matthew Arnold
... Gunn, He was a Goop if there ever was one! Slapped his small sister whene'er he could reach her, Muddied the carpet, made mouths at the preacher, Talked back to his mother whenever she chid, Always did otherwise than he was bid; Gunther Augustus Agricola Gunn, Manners he certainly ...
— The Camp Fire Girls at School • Hildegard G. Frey
... "Whene'er I hear a knave commend, He bids me shun his worthy friend. What praise! what mighty commendation! But 'twas a Fox who spoke th' oration. Foxes this government may prize, As gentle, plentiful, and wise; If they enjoy ...
— Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse • Various
... wha this tale o' truth shall read, Ilk man and mother's son, take heed; Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear, Remember Tam o' ...
— Tam O'Shanter • Robert Burns
... find a stick of wood On all this prairie wide; Whene'er you eat you've got to stand Or sit on some old bull hide. It's fun to cook with buffalo chips Or mesquite, green as corn,— If I'd once known what I know now I'd ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various
... An' whene'er they went to t' market, I put my fillin's in; Whol my father used to stop me Wi' "Prithee, ...
— Yorkshire Dialect Poems • F.W. Moorman
... face I see by thine whene'er I hold Converse with things that are or things that were; Whene'er I seek life's hidden folds to stir, And watch the inner to the ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... the maiden shared— To some the fruits, the flowers to some; Alike the young, the aged fared; Each bore a blessing back to home. Though every guest was welcome there, Yet some the maiden held more dear, And cull'd her rarest sweets whene'er She saw two hearts ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. III • Kuno Francke (Editor-in-Chief)
... lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, He sings when you tinkle the musical glass; Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why, The Friend of the Children is sure to ...
— Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories - The Young Folks Treasury, Volume 1 • Various
... gracious Heaven! whene'er My unwash'd follies call for penance drear: But when more hideous guilt this heart infects, Instead of fiery coals upon my pate, O let a titled patron be my fate;— That fierce compendium of Egyptian pests! Right reverend dean, right honourable squire, ...
— Literary Remains (1) • Coleridge
... what? To market herbs, it seems. Fine cause, indeed, to interrupt my dreams!" Fate, moved by such a prayer, Sent him a currier's load to bear, Whose hides so heavy and ill-scented were, They almost choked the foolish beast. "I wish me with my former lord," he said: "For then, whene'er he turn'd his head, If on the watch, I caught A cabbage-leaf, which cost me nought. But, in this horrid place, I find No chance or windfall of the kind;— Or if, indeed, I do, The cruel blows I rue." Anon it came to pass He was a collier's ass. Still more complaint. ...
— A Hundred Fables of La Fontaine • Jean de La Fontaine
... Alcyoene resounded; that lov'd name Remember'd constant, and repeated most. He prays the billows may his body bear To meet her eyes; and prays her friendly hands His burial may perform. While thus he swims, Alcyoene he names, whene'er the waves To gasp for breath permit him; and beneath The billows, tries Alcyoene to sound. Lo! a black towering arch of waters broke Midst of the surges; in the boiling foam Involv'd, o'erwhelm'd he sunk. That mournful night ...
— The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidus Naso in English blank verse Vols. I & II • Ovid
... the mumbling bees have bled; So too our blood, kindled by some chance fire, Flows for the swarming legions of desire. At evening, when the woodland green turns gold And ashen grey, 'mid the quenched leaves, behold! Red Etna glows, by Venus visited, Walking the lava with her snowy tread Whene'er the flames in thunderous slumber die. I hold the goddess! Ah, ...
— The Defeat of Youth and Other Poems • Aldous Huxley
... evermore A King, a God, the last, the best of friends - Whene'er this mortal journey ends Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest ...
— New Poems • Robert Louis Stevenson
... whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angel's wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, We shall surely Reign with Christ ...
— The Otterbein Hymnal - For Use in Public and Social Worship • Edmund S. Lorenz
... Leave off a while, O cup of pain! My loins are weighted down, my heart and brain, With bitterness from thee. Whene'er I think Of Oholah,[10] proud northern queen, I drink Thy wrath, and when my Oholivah forlorn Comes back to mind—'tis then I quaff thy scorn, Then, draught of ...
— Jewish Literature and Other Essays • Gustav Karpeles
... but make things fine, Have consciences by no means tender In sinking all that, will not shine, All vulgar facts, that spoil their splendour:— As Irish country squires they say, Whene'er the Viceroy travels nigh, Compound with beggars, on the way, To be lock'd up, till he goes by; And so send back his Lordship marvelling, That Ireland ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 578 - Vol. XX, No. 578. Saturday, December 1, 1832 • Various
... "Bethink thee, then, whene'er thou com'st to me, From high emprise and noble toil to rest, My thoughts are weak and trivial, matched with thine, But the poor ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 12, October, 1858 • Various
... descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she—the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 (of 7) • Lord Byron
... tired shepherd stands among his ewes That with their lambs are unafraid Of him and keen-eyed dogs; They crouch close in about his feet Whene'er the coyote's cry Or bear's low growl Falls tingling on the timid ear. Himself thrusts gun to elbow-place And peers amid the dust-dressed sage And scented chaparral so dense, To glimpse the fiery eyeballs Of the prowler of the hills; While all awatch the faithful collies ...
— Trail Tales • James David Gillilan
... Whene'er your vitality Is feeble in quality, And you fear a fatality May end the strife, Then Dr. Joe Dickson Is the man I would fix on For putting new wicks ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 26, September 1880 • Various
... woman who is reckoned with the good, But she fills me with more terror than a raging lion could. The little chills run up and down my spine whene'er we meet, Though she seems a gentle creature and ...
— The Kingdom of Love - and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... from that word "Farewell!" As if 'twere friendship's final knell— Such fears may prove but vain: So changeful is life's fleeting day, Whene'er we sever, Hope may say, We part ...
— The Illustrated London Reading Book • Various
... meet you here, Christmas comes but once a year, But when it comes it brings good cheer, And when it's gone it's no longer near. May luck attend the milking-pail, Yule logs and cakes in plenty be, May each blow of the thrashing-flail Produce good frumenty. And let the Wassail Cup abound, Whene'er the mummers' ...
— The Peace Egg and Other tales • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... o' truth shall read, Ilk man and mother's son take heed: Whene'er to drink you are inclined, Or cutty sarks run in your mind, Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear, Remember Tam o' ...
— The Mysteries of All Nations • James Grant
... that melts my heart away! To whom shall I complain of care, when thou * Art gone, nor fain a-pillow head I lay? And day by day Love's ardours grow on me, * And far's the tent that holds my fondest may: O Breeze o' Heaven, bear for me a charge * (Nor traitor-like my troth in love betray!), Whene'er thou breathest o'er the loved one's land * Greet him with choice salam fro' me, I pray: Dust him with musk and powdered ambergris * While time endures! Such ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... Their fluid bodies half dissolv'd in light, Loose to the wind their airy garments flew, Thin glitt'ring textures of the filmy dew, Dipt in the richest tincture of the skies, 65 Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes, While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings, Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings. Amid the circle, on the gilded mast, Superior by the head, was Ariel plac'd; 70 His purple pinions op'ning to the sun, He rais'd his azure wand, ...
— The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems • Alexander Pope
... my garden, all is thine: On turnips feast whene'er you please, And riot in my beans and peas; If the potato's taste delights, Or the red carrot's sweet invites, Indulge thy morn and evening hours, But let due care regard my flowers; My tulips are my garden's pride— What vast expense these ...
— Parker's Second Reader • Richard G. Parker
... I tremble at the height, Whene'er I think Of the hot barons, of the fickle people, And the inconstancy of power, I tremble For thee, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 338, Saturday, November 1, 1828. • Various
... Whene'er you're in doubt, said a sage I once knew, 'Twixt two lines of conduct which course to pursue, Ask a woman's advice, and whate'er she advise Do the very reverse, and you're sure ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
... Chillanwallah! Where our brothers fought and bled, O thy name is natural music And a dirge above the dead! Though we have not been defeated, Though we can't be overcome, Still, whene'er thou art repeated, I would ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... anither, wherever they meet. If I just steppit oot upon the stage and sang a bit song or twa, I'd no be touring the world to-day. I'd be by hame in Scotland, belike I'd be workin' in the pit still. But whene'er I sing a character song I study that character. I know all aboot him. I ken hoo he feels and thinks, as weel as hoo he looks. Every character artist must do that, whether he is dealing with Scottish ...
— Between You and Me • Sir Harry Lauder
... saw the Ghastroi—curious men Who dwell, like tigers, in a den, And howl whene'er the moon is cold; They stripe themselves with red and black And ride upon ...
— Collected Poems - Volume One (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
... "Love lives in space," His love, whene'er his soul takes wing, May be ordained, by Heaven's grace, To reach ...
— The Dog's Book of Verse • Various
... Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in the track, O pleasant gauger, long since dead, I hear ...
— Underwoods • Robert Louis Stevenson
... the creed, Then reverently goes to grass, Muttering thanks to Balaam's Ass For faith and learning to refute Idolatry so dissolute! But should a maniac dash past, With straws in beard and hands upcast, To him (through whom, whene'er inclined To preach a bit to Madmankind, The Holy Prophet speaks his mind) Our True Believer lifts his eyes Devoutly and his prayer applies; But next to Solyman the Great Reveres the idiot's sacred state. Small wonder then, our worthy mute Was held in ...
— Shapes of Clay • Ambrose Bierce
... was withal, As ever did lean on greenwood tree; And could make the fleetest roebuck fall, A good three hundred yards from me. Though changeful time, with hand severe, Has made me now these joys forego, Yet my heart bounds whene'er I hear Yoicks! hark ...
— Maid Marian • Thomas Love Peacock
... Right is nature's plan; And following nature is the march of man. Whene'er he deviates in the least degree, When, free himself, he would be more than free, The baseless column, rear'd to bear his bust, Falls as he mounts, and whelms him in ...
— The Columbiad • Joel Barlow
... of past years, when the objects around me Seemed forms to awaken the transports of joy; Ere yet the dull cares of experience had found me, The dearly-loved visions of youth to destroy,— Ye seem to awaken, whene'er I discover The grass-shadowed rivulet rapidly glide, The green verdant meads of the vale wandering over And laving the willows that stand by its side— The storm-battered willow, the ivy-bound willow, the water-washed willow, ...
— Whittier-land - A Handbook of North Essex • Samuel T. Pickard
... bride, on a charger you should ride; A Councillor of State you should be; Whene'er you lift your voice, The judgment halls rejoice, And the earth quakes with fear From Acre ...
— The Women of the Arabs • Henry Harris Jessup
... cricket fluttered, Perched upon the place Vacant left, and duly uttered 'Love, Love, Love,' whene'er the bass 100 Asked the treble to atone For ...
— Browning's Shorter Poems • Robert Browning
... And whene'er a storm portended He'd betake himself below. So much fear and courage blended Did ...
— The Jingle Book • Carolyn Wells
... sought, and so soon caught As if for him Knowledge had rather sought; Nor did more learning ever crowded lie In such a short mortality. Whene'er the skilful youth discoursed or writ, Still did the notions throng About his eloquent tongue; Nor could his ink flow faster than ...
— Book of English Verse • Bulchevy
... little sight, one plant, . . . whene'er the leaf grows there Its drop comes from my heart, that's all." —Browning's ...
— Six Centuries of English Poetry - Tennyson to Chaucer • James Baldwin
... awful sight The eye beholdeth As blood-red clouds Are borne through heaven; The skies take hue Of human blood, Whene'er fight-maidens ...
— Sutherland and Caithness in Saga-Time - or, The Jarls and The Freskyns • James Gray |
