"Is't" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... my boys, I must have my lord's livery; what is't, a maypole? troth, 'twere a good body for a courtier's impreza, if it had but this life—Frustra storescit. Hold, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 19, Issue 544, April 28, 1832 • Various
... you?" "Nothing, but I knows." And finding I was about to get on the bed, "Naw, naw, kiss it." So I put my mouth down on to the hair and gave a loud kiss. "Naw," said she, "do it as you do it to she, I am a finer woman than she by long chalks; what is't yer sees to take to her so? you knows you tickles her with yer tongue." The murder was out. I wanted to mount her, she baulked me, and kept repeating in a jockular, playful, manner her request. So I got her to the side of the bed, her large thighs wide open, ...
— My Secret Life, Volumes I. to III. - 1888 Edition • Anonymous
... there," he said suddenly, raising his hand and pointing to the cupboard beside the fireplace. "Is't anythin' like the cupboard ...
— Bessie Costrell • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... greenwoods with many a fall, Making the lily-cups musical? Is it where mosses and violets meet, And blend their lives in an union sweet, Whither the butterflies speed to tell Glad tales of the flowers thou lovest so well? Is't in the covert whose lonely shade The ring-dove her resting place hath made, Lulled by the melody of her note Till dreams of Elysium round thee float? Is't on the breast of the sunlit sea, With ripples of glory to circle thee, Bright flashing dolphins to ...
— Eidolon - The Course of a Soul and Other Poems • Walter R. Cassels
... the hawk's sharp talons, in mid air, Assail their dangerous foe, than he once more Disturb the peaceful flocks. In tender age Thus youth is trained; as curious artists bend 160 The taper, pliant twig; or potters form Their soft and ductile clay to various shapes. Nor is't enough to breed; but to preserve Must be the huntsman's care. The stanch old hounds Guides of thy pack, though but in number few, Are yet of great account; shall oft untie The Gordian knot, when reason at a stand Puzzling is lost, and all thy art is vain. O'er clogging ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
... "What is't, little one? Tell me!" said I, going to her and putting my arm about her, as indeed I had some right to do, if no more than the right of having carried her up into the Red Tower in her white gown ...
— Red Axe • Samuel Rutherford Crockett
... "Is't not enough? What will the burghers say to me? What will the burghs do?" Then he suddenly burst out again, "A hundred crowns to him who shall recover them; all, mind, all that were in this box. If one be missing, ...
— The Cloister and the Hearth • Charles Reade
... this my father Philip? Or is't my brother John? Or is't my true love Willie, From ...
— A Bundle of Ballads • Various
... "What is't? what is't? The snakes of the prairies are harmless, unless it be now and then an angered rattler and he always gives you notice with his tail, afore he works his mischief with his fangs. Lord, Lord, what a humbling thing is ...
— The Prairie • J. Fenimore Cooper
... young one? what? why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young one, rest; what is't that ...
— Phebe, The Blackberry Girl • Edward Livermore
... deepest corner of thy secret mind, And tell thee thou'rt not damned to Hell for this, The avenging act of horror—or that, inspir'd, Thou wert the minister of Heaven's decree, And that ambition drugg'd not thy design With soul-consuming poison! I, this I, Have done it—for what!—Which is't? To live and reign? Or crown the smiling land with good? Well, both! If I have sinn'd, it was at least for all. The puny stripling calls not his love, lust: The passions that we have in us may blend With noble purpose and with high design; Else ...
— Cromwell • Alfred B. Richards
... Why joy'st thou, wretch? Oh, what shall be thy gain? What trophy for this conquest is't thou rears? Thine eyes shall shed, in case thou be not slain, For every drop of blood a sea of tears: The bleeding warriors leaning thus remain, Each one to speak one word long time forbears, Tancred ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... end, To which this Sumner shaped him for to wend, They saw a cart that loaded was with hay, The which a carter drove forth on his way. Deep was the mire, and sudden the cart stuck: The carter, like a madman, smote and struck, And cried, "Heit, Scot; heit, Brock! What! is't the stones? The devil clean fetch ye both, body and bones: Must I do nought but bawl and swinge all day? Devil take the whole—horse, harness, cart, ...
— Playful Poems • Henry Morley
... thy faith, alone? In all thy life, no man, nor man's word hast thou known? Is't not enough that I the fatal word That passes on my future days have spoken? The world-stream raves and rushes (hast not heard?) And shall a promise hold, unbroken? Yet this delusion haunts the human breast, Who from his soul its roots ...
— Faust • Goethe
... she opes her eyes (for Marian agreed that I sate on the threshold), and says she, putting out her hand half-fearful-like, "Is't thou, brother?" ...
— A Brother To Dragons and Other Old-time Tales • Amelie Rives
... "Why, Bill, my boy, is't you?" exclaimed the worthy man in a tone of surprise, as he looked at the face of our hero, who lay on the deck at his feet; but poor Bill made no reply, and it was not until a glass of rum had been poured down his throat by his deliverer ...
— The Battle and the Breeze • R.M. Ballantyne
... Is't the course of Iberia to use their prisoners thus? Had fortune thrown my name above Arbace, I should not thus have talk'd Sir, in Armenia We hold it base, you should have kept your temper Till you saw home again, where 'tis the ...
— A King, and No King • Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
... "Is't you, Dan'el"—so was the miller named. "What in natur' has brought the old man on this tramp, with the valley filled with Injins?" whispered Joel, prolonging the speech in order to get a better view of a face and form that still baffled his ...
— Wyandotte • James Fenimore Cooper
... Is't in your ears or in your mind you're grieved? C. Why do you thus define the seat of grief? G. The doer pains your ...
— Plutarch's Morals • Plutarch
... hair!" said auld Paul laughing, and taking the pipe out of his cheek, "whose butler is't that ...
— The Life of Mansie Wauch - tailor in Dalkeith • D. M. Moir
... little suspicious of his purpose, and to think of my dirk. The man approached nearer still in the attitude of making a spring. When he had come so close that I could hardly escape him, he roared out: 'Is't you 'at's the laad Colonel H. 'at's been runnan' awa'?' 'No,' ...
— The Book-Hunter - A New Edition, with a Memoir of the Author • John Hill Burton
... Madam, said the Bawd, ere it be long, I'll bring you two together. But, as I was a saying, he having told some intimate Friends of his, that he had the enjoyment of a very fine Lady: said one of 'em, Prithee Esq, who is't that helps you to these fine Ladies that you talk of? Upon this, not doubting but they wou'd keep his Counsel, he told 'em 'twas I that help'd him, upon such occasions; and one of these Gentlemen told another of his ...
— The London-Bawd: With Her Character and Life - Discovering the Various and Subtle Intrigues of Lewd Women • Anonymous
... fate. Fair—nay, as this Young slumberer, that dread witch; when, I arrayed In lovely shape, to meet my guileful kiss She yielded first her lip. And thou, sweet maid— What is't I see?—a recent tear has strayed And left its stain upon her cheek ...
— Zophiel - A Poem • Maria Gowen Brooks
... Why is't damnation to despair and die, When life is my true happiness disease? My soul! my soul' thy safety makes me fly The faulty means that might my pain appease, Divines, and dying men may talk of Hell; But, in my heart, her sev'ral torments ...
— The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) - Volume I. • Theophilus Cibber
... are Women, your Majesty knows; she may be won to your Embraces before that time, and then you antedate him your Creature. A Cuckold, you mean (cry'd King in Fancy:) O exquisite Revenge! but can you consent that I should attempt it? What is't to me? We live not in Spain, where all the Relations of the Family are oblig'd to vindicate a Whore: No, I would wound him in his most tender Part. But how shall we compass it? (ask'd t'other.) Why thus, throw away three thousand Pounds on the youngest Sister, as a ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume V • Aphra Behn
... it be? O Jove! but send it back to me, And it shall strike good blows for thee.' His prayer in high Olympus heard, Swift Mercury started at the word. 'Your axe must not be lost,' said he: 'Now, will you know it when you see? An axe I found upon the road.' With that an axe of gold he show'd. 'Is't this?' The woodman answer'd, 'Nay.' An axe of silver, bright and gay, Refused the honest woodman too. At last the finder brought to view An axe of iron, steel, and wood. 'That's mine,' he said, in joyful ...
— The Fables of La Fontaine - A New Edition, With Notes • Jean de La Fontaine
... he was downstairs and out to his friend's assistance. "Whativer is't, Owd Un?" he ...
— Bob, Son of Battle • Alfred Ollivant
... when the world is sleeping! Myrtle! ..." and he detached a spray from the bosom of her dress—"What hast thou to do with the poet's garland? By my faith, thou art like Theos yonder, and hast chosen to wear a sprig of my faded crown for thine adornment—is't not so?" A hot and painful blush crimsoned Niphrata's face,—a softness as of suppressed tears glistened in her eyes,—she made no answer, but looked beseechingly at the little twig Sah-luma held. "Silly child!" he went on laughingly, replacing ...
— Ardath - The Story of a Dead Self • Marie Corelli
... Samson-strength of intellect or taste Shall bow the pillars of this temple chaste Of ugliness and unction. What is't they argue lengthily and late? The flame of patriot passion for the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, February 8, 1890 • Various
... hallowed ground where, mourned and missed, The lips repose our love has kissed;— But where's their memory's mansion? Is't Yon churchyard's bowers? No! in ourselves their souls exist, A part ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 8 • Various
... myrrhs, To thy desired epiphany, from the spiced Regions and odorous of Song's traded East. Thou, for the life of all that live The victim daily born and sacrificed; To whom the pinion of this longing verse Beats but with fire which first thyself did give, To thee, O Sun—or is't ...
— New Poems • Francis Thompson
... come on, ye black varmints," shouted Roy, as he sprang up and seized the axe which lay at his side. "Oh, it's only you, what a yell you do give, Nelly! why, one would think you were a born Injun; what is't all about, lass? Ye-a-ow! how sleepy I am—too late to have another nap, I ...
— Silver Lake • R.M. Ballantyne
... it's you, is't?" he returned in tones of satisfaction, for he had not hitherto recognised her. "Sit ye doon, sit ye doon, an' ...
— Malcolm • George MacDonald
... this I hope, good Lady, you but iest, To try your Nurses now-decaying wit; So foule a fault is not within your breast, Then tell me true the occasion of this fit. The Lady frown'd, & stopt her speaking farther, And said get h[e]ce, is't ...
— Seven Minor Epics of the English Renaissance (1596-1624) • Dunstan Gale
... Live better for my comfort—that's good too; And God, if he pronounce upon such life, Approves my service, which is better still. If he keep silence,—why, for you or me Or that brute beast pulled-up in to-day's "Times," What odds is't, save to ourselves, ...
— Browning's England - A Study in English Influences in Browning • Helen Archibald Clarke
... Qu. Is't thus, my Lord, you give me Proofs of Love? Have then my Eyes lost all their wonted Power? And can you quit the hope of gaining me, To follow your Revenge?—go—go to fight, Bear Arms against your Country, and your King, All for ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. II • Aphra Behn
... SENECA. Is't not enough to bear upon her back Stripped continents? To clasp about her throat A civilisation in a sapphire, or That kingdoms gleam and glow upon her brow. Now doth she overstar us like the night In splendour. ...
— Nero • Stephen Phillips
... about thy wrist, JULIA, this my silken twist? For what other reason is't, But to show (in theorie) Thou sweet captive art to me; Which, of course, is fiddlededee! Runne and aske the nearest Judge, He will tell thee 'tis pure fudge; When thou willest, thou mayst trudge; I'm thy Bondslave, Hymen's pact Bindeth me in law and fact; Thou ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, April 11, 1891 • Various
... ladyship," she answered, with Clo Wildairs's unceremonious air. "I am but a gipsy woman in good luck for a day, and my man is a gipsy, too, though his skin is fairer than mine. We are going to join our camp near Camylott village. These horses are not ours but borrowed—honestly. Is't not so, John Merton?" And she so laughed at his Grace with her big, saucy eyes, that he wished he had been indeed a gipsy man and could ...
— His Grace of Osmonde • Frances Hodgson Burnett
... hitherto he had murmured against, Waverley groped his way the best he could along a small paling, which seemed the boundary of some cottage garden. As he reached the gate of this little enclosure, his outstretched hand was grasped by that of a female, whose voice at the same time uttered, 'Edward, is't thou, man?' ...
— Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete • Sir Walter Scott
... with a shrill heart-bursten yell The white horse stumbled, plunged, and fell, And loud a summoning voice arose, 'Is't White-Horse Death that rides frae Hell, Or Michael Scott that ...
— Reviews • Oscar Wilde
... forsooth? Is't Myles I see with lusty Watt and John and Hal o' the Quarterstaff? God den t' ye, friends, and merry hunting to one and all, for by oak and ash and thorn here stand I to live with thee, aye, good lads, and to die with ye here ...
— The Geste of Duke Jocelyn • Jeffery Farnol
... hath behaved in a bold and seemly manner," said the stranger; "and he hath shown the metal of his grandsire's stock—ha! what is't we see gleaming among the sheds? A sortie may be needed, to save the granaries ...
— The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish • James Fenimore Cooper
... "Naked savages, is't, you mean? Ay, that I hae, or nearly naked anes," was the quick reply. "On the streets o' Halifax, sir, near the wharves, sir, that's whaur ye'll come across them, but, dae ye ken noo, I aye thocht that savages were black, made sae ...
— Miss Dexie - A Romance of the Provinces • Stanford Eveleth
... old soldier spoke these words, the white anxiety in Sholto's face struck through his half-humorous complaint, and the words died on his lips in a perturbed "What is't—what ...
— The Black Douglas • S. R. Crockett
... is't so? If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue; If it be not, foreswear't: howe'er, I charge thee, As heaven shall work in me for thine ...
— The Rivals of Acadia - An Old Story of the New World • Harriet Vaughan Cheney
... comes Albanact's bloody ghost, To bring a corsive to our miseries? Is't not enough to suffer shameful flight, But we must be tormented now with ghosts, ...
— 2. Mucedorus • William Shakespeare [Apocrypha]
... is't the paughty, feudal thane, Wi' ruffl'd sark an' glancing cane, Wha thinks himsel nae sheep-shank bane, But lordly stalks; While caps and bonnets aff are taen, ...
— Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns • Robert Burns
... reach To make her dowage of so rich a jointure As can the heir of wealthy Jerningham? And therefore is the false fox now in hand To strike a match betwixt her and th' other; And the old gray-beards now are close together, Plotting it in the garden. Is't even so? Raymond Mounchensey, boy, have thou and I Thus long at Cambridge read the liberall Arts, The Metaphysickes, Magicke, and those parts Of the most secret deep philosophy? Have I so many melancholy nights Watch'd on the ...
— The Merry Devil • William Shakespeare
... is't not, Kate; but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly-falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much ...
— The Life of King Henry V • William Shakespeare [Tudor edition]
... method, Let bloody steel a while be sheathed, And all those harsh and rugged sounds Of bastinadoes, cuts, and wounds, Exchang'd to Love's more gentle stile, 5 To let our reader breathe a while; In which, that we may be as brief as Is possible, by way of preface, Is't not enough to make one strange, That some men's fancies should ne'er change, 10 But make all people do and say The same things still the self-same way Some writers make all ladies purloin'd, And knights pursuing like a whirlwind Others make all their knights, in fits ...
— Hudibras • Samuel Butler
... the first blush has overspread his cheek, He feels it, introverts his learned eye To catch the unconscious heart in the very act. His mother died,—the only friend he had,— Some tears escaped, but his philosophy Couched like a cat, sat watching close behind And throttled all his passion. Is't not like That devil-spider that devours her mate ...
— Ralph Waldo Emerson • Oliver Wendell Holmes
... Pity! Is't pity to recall to feeling The wretch too happy to escape to Death By the compassionate trance, poor Nature's last Resource against the tyranny ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... O cruel Pompey whether wilt thou flye, And leaue thy poore Cornelia thus forlorne, 370 Is't our bad fortune or thy cruell will That still it seuers in extremity. O let me go with thee, and die with thee, Nothing shall thy Cornelia grieuous thinke That shee endures for her sweete Pompeys sake. Pom. Tis for thy weale and safty of thy life, Whose ...
— The Tragedy Of Caesar's Revenge • Anonymous
... a number of fine speeches in this book: "Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;" there's a conceit: Fountains fraught with tears. "Oh life, no life, but lively form of death;" is't not excellent? "Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs;" O God's me: "confused and filled with murder and misdeeds." Is't not simply the best that ever you heard? Ha, how do ...
— Every Man In His Humour • Ben Jonson
... you designed my chains; The grace is vanished, but the affront remains. Nor is't a grace, or for his merit done; You durst no farther, for you feared my son. This you have gained by the rough course you prove; I'm past repentance, and you ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18) - Amboyna; The state of Innocence; Aureng-Zebe; All for Love • John Dryden
... Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is't thou says't?—Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman:— I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810 • Various
... eyes, to which I yield my arms, From my sad sighs draw wanton pleasure still? Is't not enough to suffer for thy charms That I must grieve ...
— The Countess of Escarbagnas • Moliere
... Is't cruel to dowgs, to feed fifty or sixty o' them on crackers and ither sorts o' food, in a kennel like a Christian house, wi' a clear burn flowin' through 't, and to gie them, twice a-week or aftener, during the season, a brattlin rin o' thretty ...
— Heads and Tales • Various
... shall be brief and plain: all what my Father (This Countries Patron) hath discours'd, is true. Fellows in Arms: speak you, is't true? ...
— The Laws of Candy - Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10) • Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
... Profit had prompted you, and love as well, The world would benefit at last by you And wealthy malefactors weep anew— Your favor for a moment's space denied And to the nobler object turned aside. Is't not enough that thrifty millionaires Who loot in freight and spoliate in fares, Or, cursed with consciences that bid them fly To safer villainies of darker dye, Forswearing robbery and fain, instead, To steal (they call it "cornering") our bread May see you groveling their boots ...
— The Devil's Dictionary • Ambrose Bierce
... her place, and performing her duties. The old woman was always very particular on the subject of her responsibility on such occasions, and came panting and hobbling upstairs from the lower regions, and exclaimed, 'Oh what is't, what is't?' 'O, Kitty, look here, the Greyfriars' Church is on fire!' 'Is that a', Miss? What a fright ye geed me! I thought ye said the parlor ...
— Old New England Traits • Anonymous
... is't to be mastred by such beautie? Who but to serve you comes, how wants he dutie? Or, if it be a shame, the shame is yours; The fault is onely in your Eies, they drew me: Cause you were lovely therefore did ...
— Old English Plays, Vol. I - A Collection of Old English Plays • Various
... very extraordinary old fellow, stap my vitals. Sir Tun. Nay, if thou art joking deputy-lieutenants, we know how to deal with you.—Here, draw a warrant for him immediately. Lord Fop. A warrant! What the devil is't thou wouldst be at, old gentleman? Sir Tun. I would be at you, sirrah, (if my hands were not tied as a magistrate,) and with these two double fists beat your teeth down your throat, you dog, you! [Driving him.] Lord Fop. And why wouldst ...
— Scarborough and the Critic • Sheridan
... of her pure Athenian blood! Do you know she has resolved to employ a skilful artificer from Corinth, to make her an ivory box just like the one Tithonus gave Aspasia; but she took care to inform me that it should be inlaid with golden grasshoppers, instead of stars. A wise and witty device, is't not? to put grasshoppers in the paws of transformed Calisto, and fasten them in the belt of Orion. The sky will be so purely Athenian, that Hipparete herself might ...
— Philothea - A Grecian Romance • Lydia Maria Child
... with its woe. What was her doom? Was she midst penal fires, Whose flames must burn away the sins of life, The hay and stubble of idolatrous love? Ah, even in its root crime germs with doom! Must suffering consume our earthly dross? Is't pain alone can bind us to the Cross? She worshipped man; true to his nature, he Remained as ever fickle, sensuous, weak. 'Love is eternal!' True, but God alone Can fill the longings of an immortal soul: The finite ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 2, August, 1863 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... blethering tongues!" was his polite form of address. "Noo, Nestie, come awa' wi' yir evidence. What like is't to live ...
— Young Barbarians • Ian Maclaren
... pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness: Other dogs may be thy peers Happy in these drooping ...
— The Dog's Book of Verse • Various
... Is't not enough that plagues like these molest? Must still another foe annoy their rest? He comes, the pest and terror of the yard, His full-fledg'd progeny's imperious guard; The GANDER;... spiteful, insolent, and bold, At the colt's footlock takes his daring hold: There, serpent-like, escapes ...
— The Farmer's Boy - A Rural Poem • Robert Bloomfield
... ears, as different birds sing. 'What bird so sings, but doth so wail? Oh! 'tis the ravished nightingale: "Jug, jug, jug, jug, terue," she cries, and still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? It is the lark so shrill and clear: against heaven's gate he claps his wings, the morn not waking till he sings. Hark, too, with what a pretty note poor Robin Redbreast tunes his throat: Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing "Cuckoo" to welcome in the ...
— Letters of Edward FitzGerald - in two volumes, Vol. 1 • Edward FitzGerald
... is beauty if it be not seen, Or what is't to be seen if not admir'd, And though admir'd, ...
— The Anatomy of Melancholy • Democritus Junior
... "Is't holy work then?" The boy knew as much of Palestine as he did of the planet Mars, the folk of his acquaintance ...
— Masters of the Guild • L. Lamprey
... Roger, chears my blood, And puts all Nature in a jovial mood. How hartsome is't to see the rising plants, To hear the birds chirm ...
— English Poets of the Eighteenth Century • Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum
... folly, which you try to paint In colours so detestable and black? Is't not the general gift of fate to men? And though some few may boast superior sense, Are they not call'd odd fellows by the rest? In any science, if this sense peep forth, Shew men the truth, and strive to turn their steps From ways wherein ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... lad, what is't you read— Romance or fairy fable? Or is it some historic page Of kings and crowns unstable?' The young boy gave an upward glance— 'It is ...
— The Children's Garland from the Best Poets • Various
... judgment modestly she yields; Till, brick-kilns past, they reach'd the open fields. Then as with rapt'rous wonder round she gazes On the green grass, the butter-cups, and daisies, "This is the country sure enough," she cries; "Is't not a charming place?" The boy replies, "We'll go no further." "No," says she, "no need; No finer place than this can be indeed." I left them gathering flow'rs, the happiest pair That ever London sent to breathe the ...
— Books for Children - The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Vol. 3 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... from me? Man, and man's plighted word, are these unknown to thee? Is't not enough, that by the word I gave, My doom for evermore is cast? Doth not the world in all its currents rave, And must a promise hold me fast? Yet fixed is this delusion in our heart; Who, of his own free will, therefrom would part? How blest within whose ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... me!" said Mistress Winton, never lattin' wink she heard Ribekka. "That's the wey o't is't? Imphm! What d'ye think o' that, na? Weel dune, Ribekka. He's a fine coodie man, Jeems; an' he'll tak' care o' Ribekka, the young taed. Wha ...
— My Man Sandy • J. B. Salmond
... companion, whatsoe'er thou be, I know thee not; why then should I betray thee? Is't not enough, to break into my garden, And like a thief to come to rob my grounds, Climbing my walls in spite of me, the owner, But thou wilt brave me with these ...
— Highways & Byways in Sussex • E.V. Lucas
... matter is't of thine?" began Mistress Maud, but again came the harsh laugh. "Matter of mine! Why, whose matter should it be but mine, that have nursed all three of the lads, ay, and their father before them, besides four more ...
— The Armourer's Prentices • Charlotte Mary Yonge
... engine o' mine," continued the engineer, pointing to the big Baldwin locomotive beside him. "Is't she a pippin, though? These little French ones look like fleas up alongside an elephant aside of her. They're forty-five like her in the same lot, bought by the French for $45,000 a throw, and turned out at the works in Philly ...
— The Stars & Stripes, Vol 1, No 1, February 8, 1918, - The American Soldiers' Newspaper of World War I, 1918-1919 • American Expeditionary Forces
... judgeth," said Fridthjof slowly, "I too would give him my judgment lowly. Is't not now mid-summer, Balder's feast? And in the temple the crowned priest,— The king, who sold the maiden tender? Ah! yes, my judgment ...
— Fridthjof's Saga • Esaias Tegner
... something! Ay, ay; but is't a breach of the peace? I have no acquaintance with this man. I never saw him ...
— Two Thousand Miles On An Automobile • Arthur Jerome Eddy
... sworder and the blood-skin waiting me I sight, * And cry, Alack, mine evil fate! ah, my calamity! How is't I see no loving friend with eye of sense or soul? * What! no one here? I cry to all: will none reply to me? The time is past that formed my life, my death term draweth nigh, * Will no man win the grace of God showing me clemency; And look with pity on my state, ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 2 • Richard F. Burton
... in her The soul 'gainst the body protesting, was but more keenly astir: 'As saplings stunted by forest around o'ershading, we two: What work for our life, my mother,' she said, 'is left us to do? Or is't from the evil to come, the days without pleasure, that God In mercy would spare us, over our childhood outstretching the rod?' —So she, from her innocent heart; in all things seeing the best With the wholesome spirit of childhood; to God submitting the rest: Not seeing the desolate ...
— The Visions of England - Lyrics on leading men and events in English History • Francis T. Palgrave
... smiled as he looked at Spring, who had flung himself down to take advantage of the halt, hanging out his tongue, and panting spasmodically. "A noble beast," he said, "of the Windsor breed, is't not?" Then laying his hand on the graceful head, "Poor old hound, thou art o'er travelled. He is aged for such a Journey, if you came from the Forest since morn. Twelve years at the least, I ...
— The Armourer's Prentices • Charlotte M. Yonge
... Tamburlaine, This Jew, with others many, th' other wan The attribute of peerless, being a man Whom we may rank with (doing no one wrong) Proteus for shapes, and Roscius for a tongue,— So could he speak, so vary; nor is't hate To merit in him [8] who doth personate Our Jew this day; nor is it his ambition To exceed or equal, being of condition More modest: this is all that he intends, (And that too at the urgence of some friends,) To prove his best, and, if none here gainsay it, The part he hath studied, ...
— The Jew of Malta • Christopher Marlowe
... am I? whither is't you lead me? Methinks I read distraction in your face,— You shake and tremble, too! your blood runs cold! Heav'ns guard my love, and bless his heart with patience! Jaf. That I have patience, ...
— Venice Preserved - A Tragedy in Five Acts • Thomas Otway
... and grumbl'd at me behind my back; but I valued it not: They envy'd me intolerably: But above all, one who had the Charge o' the vast Indian Elephants. One day, this Fellow being more turbulent than the rest, I snap'd him up; Prithee Strato, said I, why art thou so fierce? Is't because you're Lord o' the ...
— Prefaces to Terence's Comedies and Plautus's Comedies (1694) • Lawrence Echard
... 'Is't Uncle Reuben?' whispered Louie, pressing her face against the side of the rocks, and trying to look through the chink between it ...
— The History of David Grieve • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... earth, he lifts his eyes to heaven - Is't not enough, unhappy thing, to know Thou art? Is this a boon so kindly given, That being, thou wouldst be again, and go, Thou know'st not, reck'st not to what region, so On earth no more, but mingled with the skies! Still ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... weep, my Babe? alas! Cold winds that pass Vex, or is't the little ass? Lullaby, O Paradise; Of my heart Thou Saviour art; On thy face ...
— Christmas in Ritual and Tradition, Christian and Pagan • Clement A. Miles
... heavens, I have slept an age. Sir Paul, what o'clock is't? Past eight, on my conscience; my lady's is the most inviting couch, and a slumber there is the prettiest amusement! ...
— The Comedies of William Congreve - Volume 1 [of 2] • William Congreve
... that these three princesses are no other than three destroying enchantresses, daughters of Prince Belial; and that all the beauty and gentleness which dazzles the streets, is nought else but a gloss over ugliness and cruelty; the three within are like their sire, full of deadly venom." "Woe's me, is't possible," cried I sorrowfully, "that their love wounds?" "'Tis true, the more the pity," said he, "thou art delighted with the way the three beam on their adorers: well, there is in that ray of ...
— The Visions of the Sleeping Bard • Ellis Wynne
... too, Squire. Bone'm was a growling just now like the old 'un." Bone'm was the name of the bull-dog as to which Gilmore had been solicitous as he looked over the gate. "What is't t'ey're up ...
— The Vicar of Bullhampton • Anthony Trollope
... scrubbing. "Is't true?" said she; "I wish ye luck. But bide a wee. Noo that the battle is owre an' done, What will ye dae wi' ...
— Punch, Volume 156, 26 March 1919 • Various
... And this is my reward—to burn, to languish, To rave, unheeded; while the happy Greek, The refuse of our swords, the dross of conquest, Throws his fond arms about Aspasia's neck, Dwells on her lips, and sighs upon her breast. Is't not enough, he lives by our indulgence, But he must live ...
— Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 - The Works Of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D., In Nine Volumes • Samuel Johnson
... than to anoint him king? 430 It surely show'd he loved the shepherd well, Who gave so fair a flock as Israel. Would David have you thought his darling son? What means he then to alienate the crown? The name of godly he may blush to bear: Is't after God's own heart to cheat his heir? He to his brother gives supreme command, To you a legacy of barren land; Perhaps the old harp, on which he thrums his lays, Or some dull Hebrew ballad in your praise. 440 Then the next heir, a prince severe and wise, ...
— The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol I - With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes • John Dryden
... ballad o' the ferret and the coney. A preservative again' the punk's evil. Another goose-green starch, and the devil. A dozen of divine points, and the godly garter The fairing of good counsel, of an ell and three-quarters. What is't you buy? The windmill blown down by the witche's fart, Or Saint George, that, O! did ...
— Innocents abroad • Mark Twain
... pale tape light, by whose fast-dying flame I write these words—the last my hand shall pen—farewell! What is't to die? To be shut in a dungeon's walls and starved to death? She knows, and soon will I. She sought to learn of me, and I to teach to her, the mystery of life. Ha, ha! Who claimed her by the church's law has given us ...
— Debris - Selections from Poems • Madge Morris
... said Guy. "Who knows what watch hath been set on Gracechurch Street. 'Tis for London Bridge we are bound, is't not?" ...
— The Panchronicon • Harold Steele Mackaye
... the Marke of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the world can praise too much, Yet is't ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... have checked our sweetest words to hear it, we have stood here listening to it, till we fancied, in its talk-like tones, wild histories, beautiful and sad, the secrets of the woods.—Oh God!—and have such memories no power here now? In mine ear alone doth the spring murmur now. Death! what is't?—Awake! awake,—by the love ...
— The Bride of Fort Edward • Delia Bacon
... is't? Wa-a-l, every country has its ways, I s'pose. Jarmany is a desp'ate aristocratic land, ...
— The Redskins; or, Indian and Injin, Volume 1. - Being the Conclusion of the Littlepage Manuscripts • James Fenimore Cooper
... is't no'?" interjected Gavin—then the responsibilities of a host began to weigh upon him, and he urged Mr. Blake to reconsider his decision about the process; but ...
— St. Cuthbert's • Robert E. Knowles
... "Is't down in the gorge?" said the old woman, coming with her heavy, decided step to the parapet, and looking over, her keen black eyes gleaming like dagger-blades info the mist. "If there's anybody there," she said, "let them go away, and not be troubling honest women with any of their caterwauling. ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 7, No. 43, May, 1861 • Various
... that my father? Or is't my brother John? Or is it my true love Willy, From Scotland new ...
— The Haunted Hour - An Anthology • Various
... erect— These crowd around to ask him of his health; These bow in HONEST duty and respect; And these arrange a sofa or a chair, And these conduct him there. "Allow me, sir, the honor;"—Then a bow Down to the earth—Is't possible to show Meet gratitude for ...
— The Evolution of Expression Vol. I • Charles Wesley Emerson
... been studying the rantipoles of Will Shakspeare, Hal. What is't, man? Is thy bile at boiling heat because I have lit upon thee billing and cooing with the forester's fair niece—poh! man—there be brighter eyes than ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine—Vol. 54, No. 333, July 1843 • Various
... Let him bring Mirth to the toiling million. What is't he bears—a gracious thing— Behind him on the pillion? Her snowy garb, and smile benign, Make sunshine in dark places; The gentlest, rarest, most divine Of all the Christian graces. Her eyes are full of loving light, Her hands with gifts are laden; True Yule-tide Almoner, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, December 24, 1892 • Various
... a thorny bramble-bush, and he ruffled, and heaved, and was as when dense jungle-growths are stirred violently by the near approach of a wild animal in his fury, shouting in short breaths, 'A barber! a barber! Is't so? can it be? To me? A barber! O thou, thou reptile! filthy thing! A barber! O dog! A barber? What? when I bid fair for the highest honours known? O sacrilegious wretch! monster! How? are the Afrites jealous, that they ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith |
