"Where'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... "Where'er thy joyous step doth go Love waits upon thee ever, The spring-flow'rs in my hat do show I'll cease to love thee never. When thou'rt gone from out my sight Vanished is my sole delight, Alas! Thou ne'er canst understand What I've ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VIII • Various
... out, and where'er he has gone, The land and its fatness is mark'd for his own; He can roam where he lists, he can stop when he tires, For every man's house ...
— Ivanhoe - A Romance • Walter Scott
... advance Beneath green-hollowed roofs of forest glades, Their feet gone mad with music: now, perchance, Sylvanus sleeping, on whose leafy trance The Nymphs stand gazing in dim ambuscades Of sun-embodied perfume.—Myth, Romance, Where'er I turn, reach out bewildering arms, Compelling me to follow. Day and night I hear their voices and behold the light Of their divinity that still evades, And still allures me ...
— Myth and Romance - Being a Book of Verses • Madison Cawein
... first will give Unbounded riches while you live; The second health where'er you be; The ...
— More Bab Ballads • W. S. Gilbert
... as off it flew, 'So sang Euripides,' she said, 'so sang The meteoric poet of air and sea, Planets and the pale populace of heaven, The mind of man, and all that's made to soar!' And so, although she has some other name, We only call her Wild-pomegranate-flower, Balaustion; since, where'er the red bloom burns I' the dull dark verdure of the bounteous tree, Dethroning, in the Rosy Isle, the rose, You shall find food, drink, odour, all at once; Cool leaves to bind about an aching brow. And, ...
— The Poetry Of Robert Browning • Stopford A. Brooke
... round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 2 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... seeds of things, the primal germs we teach, Whence all creation around us came to be. First since we know a twofold nature exists, Of things, both twain and utterly unlike— Body, and place in which an things go on— Then each must be both for and through itself, And all unmixed: where'er be empty space, There body's not; and so where body bides, There not at all exists the void inane. Thus primal bodies are solid, without a void. But since there's void in all begotten things, All solid matter must be round the same; Nor, by true reason canst thou ...
— Of The Nature of Things • [Titus Lucretius Carus] Lucretius
... smooth, like Fisher[2] swollen, and now Grim Yarrington[3] scarce bloodier marked than thou, Then bluff as Mayne's[4] or broad-mouthed Barry's[5] glee; Proud still with hoar predominance of brow And beard like foam swept off the broad blown sea, Where'er thou go, men's reverence goes ...
— Sonnets, and Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650) • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... vain! I call, she answers not; I follow, but I find no trace of her! Blood! blood! The leaves above me and around me Are red with blood! The pathways of the forest, The clouds that canopy the setting sun And even the little river in the meadows Are stained with it! Where'er I look, I see it! Away, thou horrible vision! Leave me! leave me! Alas! you winding stream, that gropes its way Through mist and shadow, doubling on itself, At length will find, by the unerring law Of nature, what ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... I see, fate's decree doth bind me; Where'er I hide, thou sure wilt find me. My love to thee I must now render, And my sweet will to ...
— Sielanka: An Idyll • Henryk Sienkiewicz
... Topham, come, with a hey, with a hey; Bring a pipe and a drum, with a ho; Where'er about I go, Attend my raree show, With a hey, trany, ...
— The Works Of John Dryden, Vol. 7 (of 18) - The Duke of Guise; Albion and Albanius; Don Sebastian • John Dryden
... found an equal flame, Unites, and both become the same, In different breasts together burn, Together both to ashes turn. But women now feel no such fire, And only know the gross desire. Their passions move in lower spheres, Where'er caprice or folly steers, A dog, a parrot, or an ape, Or some worse brute in human shape, Engross the fancies of the fair, The few soft moments they can spare, From visits to receive and pay, From scandal, politics, and play; From fans, and flounces, and brocades, From ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift
... words persuade, my soul enraptur'd feels "Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals." Ardent she spoke, and, kindling at her charms, She clasp'd the blooming goddess in her arms. Infinite Love where'er we turn our eyes Appears: this ev'ry creature's wants supplies; This most is heard in Nature's constant voice, This makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice; This bids the fost'ring rains and dews ...
— Religious and Moral Poems • Phillis Wheatley
... Neptune smooths the pliant wave— Harmless the waters for the ship that bore The Caesar and his fortunes to the shore! Charm'd, at his feet the crouching lion lies, To him his back the murmuring dolphin gave; His soul is born a sovereign o'er the strife— The lord of all the Beautful of Life; Where'er his presence in its calm has trod, It charms—it ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - April 1843 • Various
... Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole; Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between ...
— The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and - Modern Times • Alfred Biese
... Saw, where'er her eye might range, Herself the only child of change; And heard her echoed footfall chime Between Oblivion ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... bit-griping steeds over the mountains fly, through the unknown Murkwood. The whole Hunnish forest trembled where'er the warriors rode; over the ...
— The Elder Eddas of Saemund Sigfusson; and the Younger Eddas of Snorre Sturleson • Saemund Sigfusson and Snorre Sturleson
... his heart, and rage across his way, He toileth ever to beat from his ears away The word that floateth about him, living, where'er he goes. ...
— Oedipus King of Thebes - Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes • Sophocles
... from their celestial urn Were wont to stream before mine eye Where'er it wandered in the morn Of blissful infancy. This glimpse of glory, why renewed? Nay, rather speak with gratitude; For, if a vestige of those gleams Survived, 'twas only in my dreams. Dread Power! whom peace and calmness serve No less than nature's threatening ...
— England's Antiphon • George MacDonald
... speech and pen That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen! That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company, That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree, To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly (Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be) This single faith in Life and Death and all Eternity 'The people, Lord, Thy people, ...
— The Years Between • Rudyard Kipling
... where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise ...
— Indian Methodist Hymn-book • Various
... brave young king, who ne'er retreats, The Englishman in England beats. Death through Northumberland is spread From battleaxe and broad spearhead. Through Scotland with his spears he rides; To Man his glancing ships he guides: Feeding the wolves where'er he came, The young king drove a bloody game. The gallant bowmen in the isles Slew foemen, who lay heaped in piles. The Irish fled at Olaf's name— Fled from a young king seeking fame. In Bretland, and in Cumberland, People against him could not stand: Thick on the fields their corpses lay, ...
— Heimskringla - The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway • Snorri Sturluson
... sweet Love, I pray you yield me now One little pearl from the fair coronal That crowns the loveliness of that calm brow, And I, where'er I be, will own its thrall, And gaze on it and dream until I see A phantom love, before whom I shall fall And ...
— Atma - A Romance • Caroline Augusta Frazer
... Master of mankind! Where'er Thy providence directs, behold My steps with cheerful resignation turn! Fate leads the willing, drags the backward on. Why should I mourn, when grieving I must bear; Or take with guilt what, guiltless, ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, May 1844 - Volume 23, Number 5 • Various
... theme to chuse. Queen of our hearts, and charmer of our sight! A monarch's pride, his glory and delight! Princess adored and loved! if verse can give A deathless name, thine shall for ever live; Invoked where'er the British lion roars, Extended as the seas that guard the British shores. The wise immortals, in their seats above, To crown their labours still appointed love; Phoebus enjoyed the goddess of the sea, Alcides had Omphale, James has ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18) - Amboyna; The state of Innocence; Aureng-Zebe; All for Love • John Dryden
... there they smile and stand, Sweet thought's heart-easing flowers, nor fear, With reek and roaring steam though fanned, Nor shrink nor perish as they peer. The heart's eye holds not those more dear That glow between the lanes and leas Where'er the homeliest hand may please To bid them blossom as they may Where light approves and wind agrees At every turn ...
— A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... we, like them, have left our home To wander forth, yet still for me There's joy to think where'er I roam My faithful friends are ...
— Japanese Literature - Including Selections from Genji Monogatari and Classical - Poetry and Drama of Japan • Various
... Where'er An English heart exists to do and dare, Where, amid Afric's sands, the lion roars, Where endless winter chains the silent shores, Where smiles the sea round coral islets bright, Where Brahma's temple's sleep ...
— Christmas: Its Origin and Associations - Together with Its Historical Events and Festive Celebrations During Nineteen Centuries • William Francis Dawson
... foot into his stocking, for the floor of the good man's chamber was carpetless and so cleanly white that its cleanliness itself was enough to freeze one. "Yes, a happy New Year to everybody, high, low, rich, poor, south, north, east and west, where'er they are, the world over, at home and abroad—Amen!" And the deacon, partly at the sweeping character of his benediction and partly because he was feeling so jolly inside he couldn't help it, laughed merrily, as he seized a boot and thrust his foot ...
— How Deacon Tubman and Parson Whitney Kept New Year's - And Other Stories • W. H. H. Murray
... secret depths of my bowels; be thou, lady mine, transformed into a clumsy country wench, or into a nymph of golden Tagus weaving a web of silk and gold, let Merlin or Montesinos hold thee captive where they will; whereer thou art, thou art mine, and where'er I am, must be thine." The very instant he had uttered these words, the door opened. He stood up on the bed wrapped from head to foot in a yellow satin coverlet, with a cap on his head, and his face and his moustaches tied ...
— Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... humiliation hand in hand Walked with them through the world where'er they went; Trampled and beaten were they as the sand, And ...
— See America First • Orville O. Hiestand
... from the vineyards Came no fruits to deck the feasts, Only flesh of bloodstained victims Smoldered on the altar-fires, And where'er the grieving goddess Turns her melancholy gaze, Sunk in vilest degradation Man ...
— The Brothers Karamazov • Fyodor Dostoyevsky
... you, and we bid you know That henceforth in the air, by day or night, A myriad hopes of ours, where'er you go, Rise as companions of your soaring flight; And well we know that when there comes the need A host of men like you, As staunch, as true, Will rush to prove the daring ...
— The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch • R. C. Lehmann
... I force to yield, Beneath the wisdom of the power I wield; And everywhere I let the sailors bold Where'er they list their trading ...
— The Magnificent Lovers (Les Amants magnifiques) • Moliere
... be quiet, or you'll have a fit of the mother [hysterics]. Nobody wants to send the lad amongst snakes—I don't know that there's so much as an adder there. As to devils, he'll find them where'er he goeth, and some of them in men's and women's bodies, or ...
— It Might Have Been - The Story of the Gunpowder Plot • Emily Sarah Holt
... branches Fall and fade and die and wither, 55 For I breathe, and lo! they are not. From the waters and the marshes Rise the wild goose and the heron, Fly away to distant regions, For I speak, and lo! they are not. 60 And where'er my footsteps wander, All the wild beasts of the forest Hide themselves in holes and caverns, And the earth becomes as flintstone!" "When I shake my flowing ringlets," 65 Said the young man, softly ...
— The Song of Hiawatha - An Epic Poem • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... blades of heroes fence it round; Where'er it springs is holy ground; From tower and dome its glories spread; It waves where lonely sentries tread; It makes the land as ocean free, And plants an empire on the sea! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower ...
— The American Union Speaker • John D. Philbrick
... destroyer! Had not guilt steel'd thy heart, awak'ning conscience Would flash conviction on thee, and each look, Shot from these eyes, be arm'd with serpent horrors, To turn thee into stone!—Relentless man! Who did the bloody deeds—O, tremble, guilt, Where'er thou art!—Look on me; tell me, tyrant, Who slew my ...
— The Universal Reciter - 81 Choice Pieces of Rare Poetical Gems • Various
... That make so great a boast, O? They shall eat the grey goose feather, And we will eat the roast, O, In every land, O, The land where'er we go. ...
— Legend Land, Vol. 1 • Various
... rake-tooth, Never a pruner's hook thins out the shade of the tree-tufts, 41 Never a bull up-plows broad glebe with bend of the coulter, 40 Over whose point unuse displays the squalor of rust-stain. But in the homestead's heart, where'er that opulent palace Hides a retreat, all shines with splendour of gold and of silver. Ivory blanches the seats, bright gleam the flagons a-table, 45 All of the mansion joys in royal riches and grandeur. But for the Diva's use bestrewn ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus
... "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall ...
— Daughters of the Cross: or Woman's Mission • Daniel C. Eddy
... orchard and the field Their busy bills in mischief wield; Who strip the tilth and bare the tree, And make the gardener's face to be Expressive of the words he could, But must not, utter, though he would (For gardeners still, where'er they go, Whate'er they do, in weal or woe, Through every chance of life retain Their ancient Puritanic strain; Tried by the weather they control Each day their angry human soul, And, by the sparrow ...
— The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch • R. C. Lehmann
... and free, O'er hill and dale and desert sod, That man where'er he walks may see, In every ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham
... cause? As little children resting, No more the battle breasting to the rumble of the drums, Enlinked by duty's tether, the blue and gray together, They wait the great hereafter when the last assembly comes. Where'er the summons found them, whate'er the tie that bound them, 'Tis this alone the record of the sleeping ...
— Poems of American Patriotism • Brander Matthews (Editor)
... haste Llewellyn passed (And on went Gelert too), And still, where'er his eyes were cast, Fresh ...
— Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories - The Young Folks Treasury, Volume 1 • Various
... uncle dies and leaves his niece A clear two thousand pounds per ann. "Ah! now," she cries, "I'm blest indeed, "I'll help the poor where'er I can." ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... in the clear wave! The javelin and its buffalo prey, The laughter and the joyous stave! The tent, the manger! these describe A hunting and a fishing tribe Free as the air—their arrows fly Swifter than lightning through the sky! By them is breathed the purest air, Where'er their wanderings may chance! Children and maidens young and fair, And warriors circling in the dance! Upon the beach, around the fire, Now quenched by wind, now burning higher, Like spirits which our dreams inspire ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... their lives? And a' their pardons I graunt thee— Now, name thy landis where'er they lie, And here ...
— Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3) • Walter Scott
... love, come o'er the water, O love, where'er you be! My own sweetheart, my darling, Come over the river ...
— The Gypsies • Charles G. Leland
... out of the cup of hate; The bitterness of sorrow, shame, and scorn; Where'er the tongues of mortals curse their fate, She saw herself an outcast and forlorn; And hating sore the day that she was born, Down in the dust she cast her golden head, There with rent raiment and fair tresses torn, At feet of Corythus she ...
— Helen of Troy • Andrew Lang
... proud as any, Till the old gentleman would laugh, And bless me with a penny. Hark! 't is a footstep that I hear; A stranger is approaching; I must away-were I found here I should be thought encroaching. One last, last look-my old, old home! One memory more of childhood! I'll not forget, where'er I roam, This homestead ...
— Town and Country, or, Life at Home and Abroad • John S. Adams
... of violets, When the Spring came dancing O'er the meadow, through the wood, Sunbeams round her glancing— 'Birdie's sweet, sweet, sweet, Sweet,' sang the swallow, 'And where'er her footsteps roam, ...
— Harper's Young People, February 17, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly • Various
... of the great heaven Conspired to make him flee, so often came A mighty billow of the Jove-born stream And drenched his shoulders. Then again he sprang Away; the rapid torrent made his knees To tremble, while it swept, where'er he trod, The earth ...
— The Story of Troy • Michael Clarke
... stars, white turbans and gay colors; Mr. Burch had not said so, but perhaps there were mosques and temples and minarets and date-palms. What stories they must know, those children born under Syrian skies! Then she was called upon to play "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun." ...
— Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm • Kate Douglas Wiggin
... of men: "Remain thou here, lest haply we might fail To meet; for in the camp are many paths. But thou, where'er thou go'st, each sev'ral man Address, and ask to rise; to each his name And patronymic giving; pay to each All due respect; nor bear thee haughtily; We like the rest must share the load of toil. Which Jove assigns to ...
— The Iliad • Homer
... minister that watched; he blew His trumpet, heard in Oreb since perhaps When God descended, and perhaps once more To sound at general doom. The angelick blast Filled all the regions: from their blisful bowers Of amarantine shade, fountain or spring, By the waters of life, where'er they sat In fellowships of joy, the sons of light Hasted, resorting to the summons high; And took their seats; till from his throne supreme The Almighty thus pronounced his sovran will. O Sons, like one of ...
— Paradise Lost • John Milton
... first it is always repulsive, Makes you gag and back off in despair; But when you've got the scent of the cocoa, Just a scent, a mere whiff in the air, Then you're gone, boy, yes, and forever, Where'er in this world you may roam; When you once get the scent of the cocoa You forget all the ...
— Rhymes of the Rookies • W. E. Christian
... an inn that I, who am desert-born, wish for a gallop on the mountains with a good horse beneath me and a brave knight in front. Listen, you brethren; you say you do not fear; then leave your bridles loose, and where'er we go and whate'er we meet seek not to check or turn the horses Flame and Smoke. Now, Son of the Sand, we will test these nags of which you sing so loud a song. Away, and let the ...
— The Brethren • H. Rider Haggard
... secret paradise she sped, Through camps and cities rough with stone and steel And human hearts, which, to her aery tread Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell. 5 And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Rent the soft form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal ...
— Adonais • Shelley
... II. Where'er he goes, much alms he throws, to feeble folk and poor; Beside the way for him they pray, him blessings to procure; For, God and Mary Mother, their heavenly grace to win, His hand was ever bountiful: great ...
— Mediaeval Tales • Various
... "The poet says: 'Where'er we roam, the sky beneath, the heart sighs for its native heath.' That's the sentiment side of it. But there's a practical side. There's the school-house. It was worth passing this way to find out ...
— The Skipper and the Skipped - Being the Shore Log of Cap'n Aaron Sproul • Holman Day
... the watery wastes I fled Where'er dim desolation led Beneath sad sun and moon! For faith was dead, and joy was dead, And love was where the phantoms tread, And bitterness was passion's bread: "Grant, jester Death," I, laughing, said, "Thy haggard ...
— Iolaeus - The man that was a ghost • James A. Mackereth
... of their discontent, But sneers can never change a strong mind's bent. He knows his purpose and he does not swerve, And with a quiet mien and steady nerve He meets dark looks where'er his steps may go, And silence that is bruising as a blow, Where late were smiles and words of ardent praise. So pass the lagging weeks ...
— Custer, and Other Poems. • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... white, save where some sharp ravine Took shadow, or the sombre green Of hemlocks turned to pitchy black Against the whiteness of their back. For such a world and such a night Most fitting that unwarming light, Which only seemed where'er it fell ...
— Elson Grammer School Literature, Book Four. • William H. Elson and Christine Keck
... things to-day "Couleur de rose," I see,—oh, why? I know, and my dear love she knows, Why, oh, why! On both my eyes her lips she set, All red and warm and dewy wet, As she passed by. The kiss did not my eyelids close, But like a rosy vapor goes, Where'er I sit, where'er I lie, Before my every glance, and shows All things to-day "Couleur ...
— Mercy Philbrick's Choice • Helen Hunt Jackson
... whose beams most glorious are, Rejecteth no beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare, Made my poor eyes the bolder. Where beauty moves, and wit delights And signs of kindness bind me, There, oh! there, where'er I go I leave my ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various
... eye is wondrous sly And has bewitching glance, Where'er he moves his victim loves To ...
— Our Profession and Other Poems • Jared Barhite
... Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove, No calmer strand, No sweeter land, Will e'er ye view, ...
— John Marr and Other Poems • Herman Melville
... He might still provide, And tend, and guard, and keep, Where'er His flock, abides One Shepherd, of ...
— Hymns from the East - Being Centos and Suggestions from the Office Books of the - Holy Eastern Church • John Brownlie
... a few, Escape their prison, and depart On the wide ocean of life anew. There the freed prisoner, where'er his heart Listeth, will sail; Nor does he know how there prevail, Despotic on life's sea, Trade winds that cross it from eternity. Awhile he holds some false way, undebarred By thwarting signs, and braves The freshening wind and blackening waves. And then the tempest strikes him, and between ...
— Froude's Essays in Literature and History - With Introduction by Hilaire Belloc • James Froude
... lo! all armed from head to heel the Bishop Jerome shows; He ever brings good fortune to my Cid where'er he goes. "Mass have I said, and now I come to join you in the fray; To strike a blow against the Moor in battle if I may, And in the field win honor for my order and my hand. It is for this that I am here, far from my native land. Unto Valencia did I come to cast my lot with you, All for the ...
— The Book of the Epic • Helene A. Guerber
... "Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at ...
— Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Vol. 1 of 14 - Little Journeys to the Homes of Good Men and Great • Elbert Hubbard
... had Hesper from the Hero's sight Veil'd the vast world with sudden shades of night. Earth, sea and heaven, where'er he turns his eye, Arch out immense, like one surrounding sky Lamp'd with reverberant fires. The starry train Paint their fresh forms beneath the placid main; Fair Cynthia here her face reflected laves, Bright Venus gilds again her natal waves, The Bear redoubling foams with fiery joles, And ...
— The Columbiad • Joel Barlow
... heart doth wear Joy's myrtle wreath or sorrow's gyves, Where'er a human spirit strives After a life more true and fair, There is the true man's birthplace grand, His ...
— Eighth Reader • James Baldwin
... Earth! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am ...
— Percy Bysshe Shelley • John Addington Symonds
... presence undefin'd, O'er-shadowing the conscious mind, Where love and duty sweetly blend To consecrate the name of friend;— Where'er thou art is home to me, And home without thee ...
— English Critical Essays - Nineteenth Century • Various
... books as drinkers love their wine; The more I drink, the more they seem divine; With joy elate my soul in love runs o'er, And each fresh draught is sweeter than before: Books bring me friends where'er on earth I be,— Solace ...
— A Book for All Readers • Ainsworth Rand Spofford
... save charms so bright of you; * My parting end not in the sight of you! I swear I'll ne'er forget the right of you; * And fain this breast would soar to height of you: You made me drain the love cup, and I lief * A love cup tender for delight of you: Take this my form where'er you go, and when * You die, entomb me in the site of you: Call on me in my grave, and hear my bones * Sigh their responses to the shright of you: And were I asked 'Of God what wouldst thou see?' * I answer, 'first His ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
... this castle comes And goes where'er the will Of him who holds the rule within Shall bid, his hest ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller
... I survey'd Each busy Figure of the Masquerade. A Mask it might be call'd, tho', free from shame, All shew'd their Faces, and each told his Name. For FOLLY's presence spoils the attractive grace That plays around the most bewitching face. Where'er she reigns, beneath her magic sway Each charm, each envied beauty melts away. Where'er she governs, WISDOM will descry In the fair form a foul deformity. —There tottering Old Age essay'd to prance With feeble feet, ...
— The First of April - Or, The Triumphs of Folly: A Poem Dedicated to a Celebrated - Duchess. By the author of The Diaboliad. • William Combe
... "Serpent" sank they down, wounded in the fight; Give way or flee they would not, resisting to the last. Though glorious the King may be who steers the "Serpent" Such men as these will long be lacking where'er she strideth.' ...
— The Sagas of Olaf Tryggvason and of Harald The Tyrant (Harald Haardraade) • Snorri Sturluson
... do you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word, And where'er you go it is often heard; But can you tell to a jot or guess Just how ...
— Just Folks • Edgar A. Guest
... yet past doubt it is that I was proof 'Gainst death in all its forms; if I were saved, It must have been for some fell destiny. But be my own lot what it may, my care Is for my children, Creon. For the boys I'd have thee take no thought; as they are men, Where'er they be they'll find a livelihood. But for my girls now lorn and desolate, My girls, apart from whom was never set Their father's table, who still had their share Of everything on which his hand was laid, I crave thy care. And first ...
— Specimens of Greek Tragedy - Aeschylus and Sophocles • Goldwin Smith
... God". Yet in flight lies safety. Skirmish and run To forest and fastness, Teuton and Hun, From the banks of the Rhine to the Danube's shore, And back to the banks of the Rhine once more; Retreat from the face of an armed foe, Robbing garden and hen-roost where'er you go. Let the short alliance betwixt us cease, I and my Norsemen will go in peace! I wot it never will suit with us, Such existence, tame and inglorious; I could live no worse, living single-handed, And better with half my ...
— Poems • Adam Lindsay Gordon
... tempest, Lash'd the blue waves of the trembling ocean, Scooping watery graves for all the friars. Then I heard their blended voices call me, 'Help, O God! and help, O holy Nicholas! Would that thou, where'er thou art, wert with us!' So I hurried down to help the suppliants— So I saved the whole three hundred friars So I shipped them full of joy and courage; Brought their offerings to the holy mountain, Brought their golden wax, their snowy incense;— And meanwhile I seem'd in gentle slumber, And my ...
— Serbia in Light and Darkness - With Preface by the Archbishop of Canterbury, (1916) • Nikolaj Velimirovic
... 10. Where'er the wide old kitchen hearth Sends up its smoky curls, Who will not thank the kindly earth And bless our ...
— McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... and rich; and pastoral, gay September, with her pomp of fields and farms; And wild November's sybilline array;— In spite of Beauty's calendar, the Year Garlands with Beauty's prize the bonny May. Where'er she goes, fair Nature hath no peer, And months do love their queen when ...
— Life and Remains of John Clare - "The Northamptonshire Peasant Poet" • J. L. Cherry
... hill-foxes howl'd round the wanderer's way, When his aim and his pathway were lost; And effort has then oft too much of dismay To pay well the toil it may cost. If fate has its privilege, death has its power, And is fearful where'er it may fall, But worse it may seem 'mong the blasts of the moor, Where all that approaches portends to devour, Nor fixes till first ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume IV. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... a corpse upon the sand— The light shone out afar; It guided home the plunging boats That beat from Zanzibar. Spirit of Fire, where'er Thy altars rise, Thou art the Light of ...
— Songs from Books • Rudyard Kipling
... buried deep his book; Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls,— 'Quell the Scot,' exclaims the Lance! Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield— Tell thy name, thou trembling Field!— Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock ...
— Biographia Literaria • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... Where'er I move, a tranquil pleasure reigns; O'er all the scene the dusky tints I send, That forests wild and mountains, stretching plains And peopled towns, in soft ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... sat Wrapped in that peace, felt but with those dear, Contented just to know each other near. But when this silent eloquence gave place To words, 'twas like the rising of a flood Above a dam. We sat there, face to face, And let our talk glide on where'er it would, Speech never halting in its speed or zest, Save when our rippling laughter let it rest; Just as a stream will sometimes pause and play About a bubbling spring, then dash away. No wonder, then, the third day's ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his maker God; All nature joins to shew thy praise: Thus God, in every creature shines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book ...
— The Psalms of David - Imitated in the Language of The New Testament - And Applied to The Christian State and Worship • Isaac Watts
... the action reprehend, Nor first I make the faulchion mine to-day; And to its just possession I pretend Where'er I find it, be it where it may. Orlando, this not daring to defend, Has feigned him mad, and cast the sword away; But if the champion so excuse his shame, This is no cause I should ...
— National Epics • Kate Milner Rabb
... so—one morning when A knock brought no sweet welcome ken Of her still face And cloistral grace And brow so bravely human. They found her by the window bar, Her eyes fixed where had been some star. O you that rest, where'er you are, Pray for the ...
— Nirvana Days • Cale Young Rice
... the dark abyss of Tartarus Wherein they dwell, and they themselves the hate Of men on earth, and of Olympian gods. But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed; For they shall hunt thee through the mainland wide Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas And island homes of men. Faint not nor fail, Too soon and timidly within thy breast Shepherding thoughts forlorn of this ...
— The House of Atreus • AEschylus
... his day's meridian came, his spirit Fell sick, grew palsied in his breast, and pined— He fear'd Christ's kingdom he could ne'er inherit, The causes wherefore too well he divined. Where'er he turns, his sins are always near him, Conscience still holds her mirror to his eyes, Till those who long had envied came to fear him, To mock his clouded ...
— Purgatory • Mary Anne Madden Sadlier
... penguin as he goes A-turning Catherine wheels, Without repose upon the nose Of walruses and seals. But bless your heart, a penguin feels Supreme contempt for foolish seals, While he never fails, where'er he goes, To turn back-flaps ...
— The Magic Pudding • Norman Lindsay
... BLESS Thee for the sunshine on the hills, For Heaven's own dewdrops in the vales below, For rain, the parent cloud alike distils, On the fond bridegroom's joy—the mourner's woe! And for the viewless wind, that gently blows Where'er it listeth, over field and flood, Whence coming, whither going, no man knows, Yet moved in secret at Thy will, Oh, God! E'en now it lifts a ring of shining hair From off the brow close to my bosom pressed— The loving angels scarce have brows ...
— Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing • T. S. Arthur
... walk the earth, I'll find him out; if he be now in Hell, I'll follow him; where'er he be, his peace ...
— The Scarlet Stigma - A Drama in Four Acts • James Edgar Smith
... pleasant could Correggio's fleeting glow Hang full in face of one where'er one roams, Since he more than the others brings with him Italy's ...
— Frederic Lord Leighton - An Illustrated Record of His Life and Work • Ernest Rhys
... where'er you languish, Come, at God's altar fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish— Earth has no sorrow that ...
— The Ontario Readers: The High School Reader, 1886 • Ministry of Education
... lord, who knows a cheerful noon Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon? 240 Whose table, wit, or modest merit share, Unelbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or player? Who copies yours, or Oxford's better part,[37] To ease the oppress'd, and raise the sinking heart? Where'er he shines, O Fortune! gild the scene, And angels guard him in the golden mean! There, English bounty yet awhile may stand, And honour linger ere ...
— Poetical Works of Pope, Vol. II • Alexander Pope
... danger's near, They say I seek their country for myself, To fill my bursting bags with plunder'd pelf; They say with goose's, not with eagle's wing, I wish to soar, and make myself a king. Dutchmen! to you I came, I saw, I sav'd: Where'er my staff, my bear, my banner wav'd, The daunted Spaniard fled without a blow, And bloodless chaplets crown'd my conquering brow. Dutchmen! with minds more stagnant than your pools, (But in reproachful words more knaves than fools), You will not see, nor own the debt you owe To him ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 204, September 24, 1853 • Various
... record in the monarch's hall, And on the waters of the far mid sea; And where the mighty mountain shadows fall, The Alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee. Where'er, beneath some Oriental tree, The Christian traveller rests—where'er the child Looks upward from the English mother's knee, With earnest eyes, in wond'ring reverence mild, There art thou known. Where'er the Book of Light Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight, ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff
... done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west; And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the ...
— A Hero and Some Other Folks • William A. Quayle
... and family too That I am ever to them most true And I daily guide her tender feet Where'er she goes upon the street That she has my love forever more I ...
— Preliminary Report of the Commission Appointed by the University • The Seybert Commission
... when no more war legions In battles fierce are hurled, When, to remotest regions, Peace reigns throughout the world; Where'er beyond the waters The British peoples dwell Mothers will tell their daughters The tale of ...
— War Rhymes • Abner Cosens
... Where'er that place be priests ca' hell, Whence a' the tones o' mis'ry yell, And ranked plagues their numbers tell, In dreadfu' raw, Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st ...
— The Humourous Poetry of the English Language • James Parton
... Where'er my flattering passions rove, I find a lurking snare; 'Tis dangerous to let loose our love Beneath ...
— English Poets of the Eighteenth Century • Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum
... tragic darkness, murk and dim, Where'er they see the faintest rim, Of promise,—all for ...
— The World's Best Poetry Volume IV. • Bliss Carman
... felt for every grief, The bounteous hand, that loved to give relief, The honest smile, that blessed where'er it lit, The dew of pathos and the sheen of wit, The sweet, blue eyes, the voice of melting tone, That made all hearts as gentle as his own, The Actor's charm, supreme in royal thrall, That ranged through every field and shone in all— For these ...
— Shadows of the Stage • William Winter
... hair, And floated free the skin of fawn, From her bare shoulder backward borne. Wild Nature, spreading all her charms, Welcomed her children to her arms; Laugh'd the huge oaks, and shook with glee, In answer to their revelry; Kind Night would cast her softest dew Where'er their roving footsteps flew; So bright the joyous fountains gush'd, So proud the swelling rivers rush'd, That mother Earth they well might deem, With honey, wine, and milk, for them Most bounteously had fed the stream. The pale moon, wheeling overhead, Her looks ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXLV. July, 1844. Vol. LVI. • Various
... its eye, Will pass so soon from human memory; And not by strangers to our blood alone, But by our best descendants be unknown, Unthought of—this may surely claim a sigh. Yet, blessed Art, we yield not to dejection; Thou against Time so feelingly dost strive: Where'er, preserved in this most true reflection, An image of her soul is kept alive, Some lingering fragrance of the pure affection, Whose flower with us ...
— The Prose Works of William Wordsworth • William Wordsworth
... to visit thee, my beauteous queen, Thee and the house where thou art harboured: All the long way upon my knees, my queen, I kiss the earth where'er thy footsteps tread. I kiss the earth, and gaze upon the wall, Whereby thou goest, maid imperial! I kiss the earth, and gaze upon the house, Whereby ...
— Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete - Series I, II, and III • John Symonds
... my Lalage I'll sing, Where'er the Fates may chance to drop me; And nobody nor anything Shall ...
— Tobogganing On Parnassus • Franklin P. Adams
... on its tail, Marks in the sand its progress by its trail; The speckled Cenchris darts its devious way, Its skin with spots as Theban marble gay; The hissing Sib[i]la; and Basilisk, With whom no living thing its life would risk, Where'er it moves none else would dare remain, Tyrant alike and terror ...
— Character Sketches of Romance, Fiction and the Drama - A Revised American Edition of the Reader's Handbook, Vol. 3 • E. Cobham Brewer
... were not young, The young forgot they would e'er be old, And all day long the trees among, Where'er their footsteps stayed or strolled, Came wittiest word from tireless tongue, And the merriest peals of laughter rung Where the woods drooped low and ...
— Poems: Patriotic, Religious, Miscellaneous • Abram J. Ryan, (Father Ryan)
... Tell me, where'er thy silver bark be steering, Bright Dian floating by fair Persian lands, Tell if thou visited, thou heavenly rover, A lovelier stream than this ...
— The Hudson - Three Centuries of History, Romance and Invention • Wallace Bruce
... where'er we may, through city or through town, Village or hamlet of this merry land, Though lean and beggar'd, every twentieth face, Conducts th' unguarded nose to such a whiff Of state debauch, forth issuing from the sties That law has licensed, as makes ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.III. - From George III. to Victoria • E. Farr and E. H. Nolan
... where he comes all Beauty dies, And where he halts all Greenery fades. Pleasantness flies where'er he plies His gruesomest ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 8, 1892 • Various
... Spaniards That make so great a boast, O? They shall eat the grey goose feather, And we will eat the roast, O! In every land, O! The land where'er we ...
— Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England • Robert Bell
... every British heart, Oh never let those names depart! Say to your sons—Lo, here his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the burning levin, Short, bright, resistless course was given. Where'er his country's foes were found, Was heard the fated thunder's sound, Till burst the bolt on yonder shore, Rolled, blazed, destroyed—and ...
— Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field • Walter Scott
... the fields, the streams, The wild flowers fresh and sweet, And yet I love no less than these The crowded city street; For haunts of men, where'er they ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... the Giant, bold Turpin is my name, And all the nations round do tremble at my fame. Where'er I go, they tremble at my sight, No lord or champion long with me ...
— Everyman and Other Old Religious Plays, with an Introduction • Anonymous
... didst, where'er thou wert, we found thee. "Behold!" we cried, "the Sergeant reappears." Let not our welcome overmuch astound thee, Whom we have missed through twelve unhappy years. Restored at length to England, home, and beauty, Sergeant-at-Arms advance, and do ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, June 27, 1891 • Various
... where'er they went, Came ever at their call, And dearly was this pretty lamb Beloved by them all. And often on a market-day, When cotters crossed the moor, They stopped to praise the snow-white lamb, ...
— Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1 • Edward William Cole
... of the careless kind, With no great love for learning, or the learned, Who chose to go where'er he had a mind, And never dreamed his lady was concerned; The world, as usual, wickedly inclined To see a kingdom or a house o'erturned, Whispered he had a mistress, some said two. But for ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 6 • Lord Byron
... votive wreaths are bound, In mockery of truth, Than lovelier grace thy faithless beauties shed; Thou com'st, with new-born conquest crown'd, The care of all our Youth, Their public care;—and murmur'd praises rise Where'er the beams are shot of those ...
— Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace • Anna Seward
... sleep! my little girl: Mother is near thee. Sleep, unfurl Thy veil o'er the cradle where baby lies! Dream, baby, of angels in the skies! On the sorrowful earth, in hopeless quest, Passes the exile without rest; Where'er he goes, in sun or snow, Trouble and pain beside ...
— Modern Italian Poets • W. D. Howells
... played and smiled, And sang like any large-eyed child, Cool-hearted and all undefiled. "Huge Trade!" he said, "Would thou wouldst lift me on thy head And run where'er my finger led! [331] Once said a Man — and wise was He — 'Never shalt thou the heavens see, Save as a little child thou be.'" Then o'er sea-lashings of commingling tunes The ancient wise bassoons, Like weird Gray-beard Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes, Chanted runes: "Bright-waved ...
— Select Poems of Sidney Lanier • Sidney Lanier
... lonely rippling sound Under the boughs. The tinkle of the brook is there, And cow-bells wandering through the fern, And silver calls From waterfalls, And echoes floating through the air From happiness I know not where, And hum and drone where'er I turn Of little lives that buzz and die; And sudden lucent melodies, Like hidden strings among the trees ...
— A Jongleur Strayed - Verses on Love and Other Matters Sacred and Profane • Richard Le Gallienne
... your poet's lays, And hear how shepherds pass their golden days. Not all are blest, whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 5 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.' ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... the aged Vainamoinen, "At my boat as I was working, 310 While my new boat I was shaping, Then I found three words were wanting, Ere the stern could be completed, And the prow could be constructed, But as I could find them nowhere, In the world where'er I sought them, Then to Tuonela I travelled, Journeyed to the land of Mana, There to find the words I needed, There the magic words to ...
— Kalevala, Volume I (of 2) - The Land of the Heroes • Anonymous
... comfort has thou?" suddenly To me my phantom comrade saith. "I know," said I, "where'er I lie, The end of each man's road is death. I pray that I may find it soon; I weary of night's ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... that grave bird in northern seas is found. Whose name a Dutchman only knows to sound; Where'er the king of fish moves on before, This humble friend attends from shore to shore; With eye still earnest, and with bill inclined, He picks up what his patron drops behind, With those choice cates his palate to regale, And is the ...
— Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 - The Works Of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D., In Nine Volumes • Samuel Johnson
... that I die unmov'd; I mourn the doom that sets me free, As I think, betroth'd—belov'd, On all the joys I lose in thee! To form my boys to meet the fray, Where'er the Gothic banner streams; To guard thy night, to glad thy day, Made all the bliss of AGNAR'S dreams— Dreams that must now be all forgot, Earth's joys have ...
— Antonina • Wilkie Collins |
