"Whate'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Canada, Whate'er your race or creed, Arise, your country claims you now, In this, ...
— Canada and Other Poems • T.F. Young
... and such mighty gifts: "In heaven, or earth, or sea, 'tis undeny'd. "This only would I grant not, as its grant "Is punishment, not favor. Phaeton "Asks evil for a gift. Why, foolish boy, "Hang on my neck thus coaxing with thine arms? "Whate'er thou would'st, thou shalt. The Stygian streams "Have heard me swear. But make a wiser wish." His admonition ceas'd, but all advice Was bootless: still his resolution holds; To guide the chariot still his bosom burns. ...
— The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidus Naso in English blank verse Vols. I & II • Ovid
... rear'd me in that holy fear, In stainless honour's love, And from the past she warned me, Whate'er my fate should prove, To shrink from bloodshed as a sin. All ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. 327 - Vol. 53, January, 1843 • Various
... elect to mask her face Beneath that dainty web of lace? The tip of a small nose I see, And two red lips, set curiously Like twin-born berries on one stem, And yet, she has netted even them. Her eyes, 'tis plain, survey with ease Whate'er to glance upon they please. Yet, whether hazel, gray, or blue, Or that even lovelier lilac hue, I cannot guess: why—why deny Such beauty to the passer-by? Out of a bush a nightingale May expound his song; from 'neath that veil A happy mouth no doubt can make English sound sweeter for its sake. But ...
— Georgian Poetry 1918-19 • Various
... petitions yet remain, Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem Religion vain. Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice. Safe in His hand, whose eye discerns afar The secret ambush of a specious pray'r; Implore His aid, in His decisions rest, Secure whate'er He gives He gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill, For patience, sovereign ...
— Life Of Johnson, Vol. 1 • Boswell, Edited by Birkbeck Hill
... name— Though temperature may change from boiling-point to zero Should keep his temper all the same: Courageous and content in his estate, And proof against the spiteful blows of Fate. It, therefore, troubles me to have to say, That with this Lobster it was never so; Whate'er the weather or the sort of day, No matter if the tide were high or low, Whatever happened he was never pleased, And not himself alone, ...
— Verses for Children - and Songs for Music • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... protection for my life, And at his altars look for some repose: What cannot terror do in mortal mind? An instinct forced me to the Jewish temple, And I conceived the thought to appease their God: Some offerings, I believed, would calm His rage, And make that God, whate'er He be, more gentle. Pontiff of Baal excuse my feebleness! I entered; but the sacrifices ceased, The people fled; the high-priest furiously Rushed towards me; whilst he spake, O terrible surprise! I saw that selfsame child, my menacer, Such as ...
— Athaliah • J. Donkersley
... hadst earned The right to raise thy potent voice within A nation's forum, facing all the world; And then, achievement such as few have known, A mighty people placing in thy hand A sceptre swaying half a continent, Making thee peer of kings and potentates; Aye, greater than them all, whate'er their power. Hail to ...
— The Poets' Lincoln - Tributes in Verse to the Martyred President • Various
... scythe has touched. Only the river dews Gleam, and the spring bee sings, and in the glade Hath Solitude her mystic garden made. No evil hand may cull it: only he Whose heart hath known the heart of Purity, Unlearned of man, and true whate'er befall. Take therefore from pure hands this coronal, O mistress loved, thy golden hair to twine. For, sole of living men, this grace is mine, To dwell with thee, and speak, and hear replies Of voice divine, though none may see thine eyes. ...
— Hippolytus/The Bacchae • Euripides
... measure; I can only show A slender-margined, unillumined page, And trust its meaning to the flattering eye That reads it in the gracious light of love. Ah, wouldst thou clothe thyself in breathing shape And nestle at my side, my voice should lend Whate'er my verse may lack of tender ...
— The Poet at the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... cross unite me To Thee, what doth delight me I'll there renounce for aye. Whate'er Thy Spirit's grieving, There I'll for aye be leaving, As much as in my strength ...
— Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs - Translated by John Kelly • Paul Gerhardt
... of truce from the robbers in chief, Though the terms are partial, the truce but brief; To Abbess, to nuns, and novices all, And to every woman within your wall, We can offer escort, and they shall ride From hence in safety whate'er betide. ...
— Poems • Adam Lindsay Gordon
... for my homely Muse? No fell ambition wastes me there, No, nor the south wind's leaden air, Nor Autumn's pestilential breath, With victims feeding hungry death. Sire of the morn, or if more dear The name of Janus to thine ear, Through whom whate'er by man is done, From life's first dawning, is begun (So willed the gods for man's estate), Do thou my verse initiate! At Rome you hurry me away To bail my friend; 'Quick, no delay, Or some one—could worse luck befall you?— Will in the kindly task forestall you.' So go I must, although the ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin
... Digentian stream revives, What does my friend believe I think or ask? Let me yet less possess, so I may live, Whate'er of life remains, unto myself. May I have books enough; and one year's store, Not to depend upon each doubtful hour: This is enough of mighty Jove to pray, Who, as he pleases, gives and ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2 • Charles Lamb
... then heard her fearful tale— An orphan doomed to be A lifelong slave And serve a tyrant's lust and infamy. From such, Sir Harold swore he would her save, Whate'er the cost the deed might ...
— Rowena & Harold - A Romance in Rhyme of an Olden Time, of Hastyngs and Normanhurst • Wm. Stephen Pryer
... drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come fill it, and have done with rhymes; Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times. Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; And sit you down and say your grace With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. Here comes ...
— Thackeray • Anthony Trollope
... awoke into amaze, To see her still, and singing so sweet lays; Then from amaze into delight he fell To hear her whisper woman's lore so well; And every word she spake entic'd him on To unperplex'd delight and pleasure known. Let the mad poets say whate'er they please Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses, There is not such a treat among them all, Haunters of cavern, lake, and waterfall, As a real woman, lineal indeed From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed. Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and ...
— Lamia • John Keats
... Rector, Passes near your parish spire; Think not, sir, your Sunday lecture E'er will overwhelmed expire. Put not then your hopes in weepers, Solid work my road secures; Preach whate'er you will—my sleepers Never will ...
— The Jest Book - The Choicest Anecdotes and Sayings • Mark Lemon
... Man, forget it not Wherever on the wide-wayed earth your fate Calls you to labour; whatsoe'er your lot— In service, or in power, in stress or state— Whate'er betide, With humble pride, Remember! By ...
— Raemaekers' Cartoons - With Accompanying Notes by Well-known English Writers • Louis Raemaekers
... Lord H. Whate'er my fate decrees for me hereafter, Be present to me now, my better angel! Preserve me from the storm that threatens now, And, if I have beyond atonement sinn'd, Let any other kind of plague o'ertake me, So I escape the fury of ...
— Jane Shore - A Tragedy • Nicholas Rowe
... he was a shrewd Philosopher, And had read every text and gloss over: Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath, He understood b' implicit faith: Whatever Skeptic could inquire for; For every WHY he had a WHEREFORE: Knew more than forty of them do, As far as words and terms could go. All which he understood by rote, And, as occasion serv'd, would quote; No matter whether right ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... "Mortal, whate'er, who this forbidden path In arms presum'st to tread! I charge thee, stand, And tell thy name, and business in the land! Know, this the realm of night—the Stygian shore; My boat conveys no living bodies o'er." ...
— Story of Aeneas • Michael Clarke
... "Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat"; such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 20 For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace—all ...
— Dramatic Romances • Robert Browning
... may be, if one were left to lie And Ganem found it, he would take the notion To bed his cheek on it, because my foot Had trodden it, and then whate'er thou spokest, He would be deaf to thine affair. Or if He found the pin that's fallen from my hair And breathing still its perfume: then his senses Would fasten on that trinket, and he never Would ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change: In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange: But Heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell: Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be Thy looks should nothing thence ...
— Middlemarch • George Eliot
... Even now before his favour'd eyes, In gothic pride, it seems to rise! Yet Graecia's graceful orders join, Majestic through the mix'd design: 120 The secret builder knew to choose Each sphere-found gem of richest hues; Whate'er heaven's purer mould contains, When nearer suns emblaze its veins; There on the walls the patriot's sight 125 May ever hang with fresh delight, And, graved with some prophetic rage, Read Albion's fame through every age. Ye forms divine, ye laureat band, That near ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... at the cloth of my apparel; Try me and test me, lock and barrel; And own, to give the devil his due, I have made more of life than you. Yet I nor sought nor risked a life; I shudder at an open knife; The perilous seas I still avoided And stuck to land whate'er betided. I had no gold, no marble quarry, I was a poor apothecary, Yet here I stand, at thirty-eight, A ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. XXII (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... that 'tis not all to be Self-seeking pleasure-hunters; higher far Are works of kindliness and charity Which we can do, whate'er our frailties are. And we have learned that pain and sorrow, though Unwelcome guests, have ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats
... we on, to silent shades, To glist'ning streams, and sunlit glades, Where all that woodland life can give, Renders it bliss indeed, to live. Come, ye who love the shadowy wood, Whate'er your days, whate'er your mood. And join us, freakish knights that be Of grey-goose wing, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, Issue 264, July 14, 1827 • Various
... now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend, and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down; and even at this day 'T is Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, And Venus ...
— Guy Mannering, or The Astrologer, Complete, Illustrated • Sir Walter Scott
... my prophetic eye there starts A beauteous gamestress in the Queen of Hearts. The cards are dealt, the fatal pool is lost, And all her golden hopes for ever cross'd. Yet still this card-devoted fair I view—Whate'er her luck, to "honour" ever true. So tender there,—if debts crowd fast upon her, She'll pawn her "virtue" to preserve her "honour." Thrice happy were my art, could I foretell, Cards would be soon abjured by every belle! Yet, I pronounce, who cherish ...
— The Gaming Table: Its Votaries and Victims - Volume I (of II) • Andrew Steinmetz
... lumbering in, Bearing a faint Pacific din, Our evening mail, swift at the call Of its Postmaster General; Laden with news from Californ', Whate'er transpired hath since morn, How wags the world by brier and brake ...
— A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers • Henry David Thoreau
... my dear friends, I promise you in turn That I shall not resent your words of truth If spoken in good faith with best intentions. I may not always follow your advice, But you are free to say whate'er you please, Whate'er you may deem best for me to know, Whate'er will benefit the empire and my people. Now listen what I have to say to you. I will reveal to you my inmost heart: This is an age of greatest expectations; Riches accumulate in our ...
— The Buddha - A Drama in Five Acts and Four Interludes • Paul Carus
... To be rocking about on the briny sea Watching for bites 'neath a broiling sun, (Mosquitoes will give you 'em when day is done) For my part I'd rather be left in peace To read of travels in sunny Greece Varied by poem on 'Pleasures of Hope',— Whate'er my employment I shall not mope— But it proves great sport for cousin Bill. (He's a youth just starting up Life's hill) But should he as old as I become He would conclude that 't ...
— Over the Border: Acadia • Eliza Chase
... said? She left you my father's sword, Wulf? Then wield it bravely, winning honour for our name. She left you the cross, Godwin? Wear it worthily, winning glory for the Lord, and salvation to your soul. Remember what you have sworn. Whate'er befall, bear no bitterness to one another. Be true to one another, and to her, your lady, so that when at the last you make your report to me before high Heaven, I may have no cause to be ashamed of you, my nephews, Godwin ...
— The Brethren • H. Rider Haggard
... yt my brains are nil, I'm gallante as can be; I'lle be to you whate'er you wille, If ...
— When hearts are trumps • Thomas Winthrop Hall
... dull, brown days of a-shilling-an-hour the dreary year drags round: Is this the result of Old England's power? — the bourne of the Outward Bound? Is this the sequel of Westward Ho! — of the days of Whate'er Betide? The heart of the rebel makes answer 'No! We'll fight till the world ...
— In the Days When the World Was Wide and Other Verses • Henry Lawson
... her old age, And I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage: For my father was a soldier, and, even as a child, My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would—but kept my father's sword; And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage-wall at Bingen,—calm Bingen ...
— Successful Recitations • Various
... on, press on! nor doubt, nor fear, From age to age, this voice shall cheer; Whate'er may die and be forgot, Work done for God—it ...
— General Gordon - A Christian Hero • Seton Churchill
... of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[318-2] In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all ...
— Familiar Quotations • John Bartlett
... expression, loved whate'er The market cottons then to, Committed to your childish care ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 100, April 25, 1891 • Various
... "Whate'er he might be singing, to no one seemed it long; Forgotten in the minster were priest and choral song, Church bells no longer sounded so sweetly as before, And every one who heard him longed for the ...
— Legends of the Middle Ages - Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art • H.A. Guerber
... Dearly I lov'd thee as my first-born child, But when I saw thee wantonly to roam From house to house, and never stay at home, I brake my bonds of love, and bade thee go, Regardless whether well thou sped'st or no. On with thy fortunes then, whate'er they be: If good, I'll smile; if bad, ...
— The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2 • Robert Herrick
... for his sake; for where'er he is, and whate'er, he'll ne'er know other clemming or cold again; but for the wife's sake, and the bits ...
— North and South • Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
... Seville on the day Thou didst renounce him? Then mightst thou indeed Snap finger at whate'er thy slanderers say. Lothly must I admit, just then the seed Of Jacob chanced upon a grievous way. Still from the wounds of that red year we bleed. The curse had fallen upon our heads—the sword Was whetted for the chosen ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... Rulers and subjects, by whole tribes he checkt, But virtue and her friends did still protect: And when from sight, or from the judgment-seat, The virtuous Scipio and wise Laelius met, Unbraced, with him in all light sports they shared, Till their most frugal suppers were prepared. Whate'er I am, though both for wealth and wit Beneath Lucilius I am pleased to sit; Yet Envy, spite of her empoison'd breast, Shall say, I lived in grace here with the best; And seeking in weak trash to make her wound, Shall find me solid, and ...
— The Poetaster - Or, His Arraignment • Ben Jonson
... be, Foeman or friend, I do aspire To part in amity with thee! Adieu! whate'er thou didst desire From careless stanzas such as these, Of passion reminiscences, Pictures of the amusing scene, Repose from labour, satire keen, Or faults of grammar on its page— God grant that all who herein glance, In serious mood or dalliance Or in a squabble ...
— Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] - A Romance of Russian Life in Verse • Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
... or seek we, whate'er betide, Though the seaboard shift its mark from afar descried, But aims whence ever anew shall arise the soul? Love, thought, song, life, but show for a glimpse and hide The goal that is not, ...
— A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... scatter'd on all sides. In leap'd the godlike Hero at the breach, Gloomy as night in aspect, but in arms All-dazzling, and he grasp'd two quivering spears. 565 Him entering with a leap the gates, no force Whate'er of opposition had repress'd, Save of the Gods alone. Fire fill'd his eyes; Turning, he bade the multitude without Ascend the rampart; they his voice obey'd; 570 Part climb'd the wall, part pour'd into the gate; The Grecians to their hollow galleys flew ...
— The Iliad of Homer - Translated into English Blank Verse • Homer
... whate'er of soft expression Thou hast taught to lovers' eyes, Faint denial, slow confession, Glowing cheeks and stifled sighs; By the pleasure and the pain, By the follies and the wiles, Pouting fondness, sweet disdain, ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 1 (of 4) - Contibutions to Knight's Quarterly Magazine] • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... well What secrets Isis had to tell, How lazy Cherwell loiter'd slow Sweet aisles of blossom'd May below— Whate'er befall, whate'er befell, To ...
— Helen of Troy • Andrew Lang
... "Whate'er I saw, or heard, or felt, was but a stream That flow'd into a kindred stream; a gale Confederate with the current of the soul, To speed ...
— Shakespeare: His Life, Art, And Characters, Volume I. • H. N. Hudson
... things immutable and sure, His promise, covenant, and oath, Reveal God's purpose, and secure Whate'er man ...
— A Christmas Faggot • Alfred Gurney
... At least, whate'er the truth may be, they tell (And little folks will always have their say) That Rose was once engaged to Lionel Who swore to love for ever and a day; But matters (and they often chance that way) Abruptly turned and took a fitful start, 'Twas whispered ...
— The Minstrel - A Collection of Poems • Lennox Amott
... view our times, Whate'er betide our silv'ry flowing rhymes, The brave we sing—Boeotian of the East Will still survive to spread the mimic feast. 'Tis said in fables that Silenus old To Midas lent the fatal gift of gold; But Terminus, the god of ...
— The American Cyclops, the Hero of New Orleans, and Spoiler of Silver Spoons • James Fairfax McLaughlin
... spouse, I owe Whate'er of good may be, Nor could a human hand bestow This priceless ...
— Napoleon and the Queen of Prussia • L. Muhlbach
... Whether thou'lt add to heaven a brighter sign, And o'er the summer months serenely shine; Where between Cancer and Erigone, There yet remains a spacious room for thee; Where the hot Scorpion too his arms declines, And more to thee than half his arch resigns; Whate'er thou'lt be; for sure the realms below No just pretence to thy command can show: No such ambition sways thy vast desires, Though Greece her own Elysian fields admires. And now, at last, contented Proserpine Can all her mother's earnest pray'rs decline. ...
— Lives of the Poets, Vol. 1 • Samuel Johnson
... Atlas, wise of tongue, O Mercury, whose wit could tame Man's savage youth by power of song And plastic game! Thee sing I, herald of the sky, Who gav'st the lyre its music sweet, Hiding whate'er might please thine eye In frolic cheat. See, threatening thee, poor guileless child, Apollo claims, in angry tone, His cattle;—all at once he smiled, His quiver gone. Strong in thy guidance, Hector's sire Escaped the Atridae, pass'd between Thessalian ...
— Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace • Horace
... of my home, So faithfully it seems to keep Its watch above the spot where I Have lived so long, and mean to die. Come, pardon me for prating thus, But age, you know, is garrulous; And in life's dim decline, we hold Thrice dear whate'er we loved of old,— The stream upon whose banks we played, The forest through whose shades we strayed, The spot to which from sober truth We stole to dream the dreams of youth, The single star of all Night's zone, Which we have chosen as our own, Each has its haunting ...
— Mazelli, and Other Poems • George W. Sands
... brave! Farewell, thou generous heart and true! May Pluto give thee welcome due, And Hermes love thee in the grave. Whate'er of blessed life there be For high souls to the darkness flown, Be thine for ever, and a ...
— Alcestis • Euripides
... barriers fall. She is infinite as ocean, she is variable as heaven, and her name is the Unforeseen. Man, strive not to escape from Woman and the love of woman; for, fly where thou wilt, She is yet thy fate, and whate'er thou buildest thou buildest ...
— Cleopatra • H. Rider Haggard
... revere All learning, and all thought. The painter's fame Is thine, whate'er thy lot, who honorest grace. And need enough in this low time, when they, Who seek to captivate the fleeting notes Of heaven's sweet beauty, must despair almost, So heavy and obdurate show the hearts Of ...
— Woman in the Ninteenth Century - and Kindred Papers Relating to the Sphere, Condition - and Duties, of Woman. • Margaret Fuller Ossoli
... all creation blest, Sweet insect, that delight'st to rest Upon the wild wood's leafy tops, To drink the dew that morning drops, And chirp thy song with such a glee, That happiest kings may envy thee. Whatever decks the velvet field, Whate'er the circling seasons yield, Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows. Nor yet art thou the peasant's fear, To him thy friendly notes are dear; For thou art mild as matin dew; And still, when summer's flowery hue Begins to paint the bloomy plain, We hear ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
... of firm order, Varuna His place hath ta'en within (his) home For lordship, he, the very strong.[69] Thence all the things that are concealed He looks upon, considering Whate'er is done and to be done. May he, the Son of Boundlessness, The very strong, through every day Make good our paths, prolong ...
— The Religions of India - Handbooks On The History Of Religions, Volume 1, Edited By Morris Jastrow • Edward Washburn Hopkins
... those eyes, the harbingers of wit, Which spake before the tongue what Shakespeare writ. Cold is that hand which living was stretched forth At friendship's call to succor modest worth. Here lies James Quin, deign readers to be taught Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought, In Nature's happiest mood however cast, To this complexion thou must ...
— Afoot in England • W.H. Hudson
... son of that brave man I lov'd! So freely, friendly, we convers'd together. Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it; Thou shalt command ...
— The Orphan - or, The Unhappy Marriage • Thomas Otway
... wind now from the tower of the town The deep sound of the bell is bringing. Oh, What comfort was that sound to me, a child, When in my dark and silent room I lay, Besieged by terrors, longing for the dawn! Whate'er I see or hear, recalls to mind Some vivid image, recollection sweet; Sweet in itself, but O how bitter made By painful sense of present suffering, By idle longing for the past, though sad, And by the still recurring thought, "I was"! Yon gallery that looks upon the west; Those frescoed ...
— The Poems of Giacomo Leopardi • Giacomo Leopardi
... once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce, All my griefs to this are jolly, None so sour as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see, Sweet music, wondrous melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine; Here now, then there; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate'er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends; my phantasy Presents a thousand ugly shapes, Headless bears, black men, ...
— The Anatomy of Melancholy • Democritus Junior
... claim Our fond devotion ever; And, by the glory of her name, Our brave forefathers' honest fame, We swear—no foe shall sever Her children from their parent's side; Though parted by the wave, In weal or woe, whate'er betide, We swear to die, or save Her honour from the rebel band Whose crimes ...
— Roughing it in the Bush • Susanna Moodie
... glideth Where my Love abideth. Sleep's no softer; it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, On and on, whate'er befall, Meandering and musical, Though the niggard pasturage Bears not on its shaven ledge Aught but weeds and waving grasses To view the river as it passes, Save here and there a scanty patch Of primroses too faint to catch A weary bee. And scarce it pushes Its gentle way through strangling ...
— The Poetry Of Robert Browning • Stopford A. Brooke
... undertook, in poem lyric, To write a wrestler's panegyric; Which, ere he had proceeded far in, He found his subject somewhat barren. No ancestors of great renown; His sire of some unnoted town; Himself as little known to fame, The wrestler's praise was rather tame. The poet, having made the most of Whate'er his hero had to boast of, Digress'd, by choice that was not all luck's, To Castor and his brother Pollux; Whose bright career was subject ample, For wrestlers, sure, a good example. Our poet fatten'd on their story, Gave every fight ...
— The Fables of La Fontaine - A New Edition, With Notes • Jean de La Fontaine
... fellow? Speak!" The angler turned, came near, and bent his knee: "'Tis not for kings to strive with such as me; Yet if the King commands it, I obey. But one condition of the strife I pray: The fisherman who brings the least to land Shall do whate'er the other may command." Loud laughed the King: "A foolish fisher thou! For I shall win, and rule ...
— The Poems of Henry Van Dyke • Henry Van Dyke
... ill keeping the fair world Have ta'en from them, and placed them in this scuffle; Whate'er it be, no ...
— Divine Comedy, Longfellow's Translation, Hell • Dante Alighieri
... our Master, the giver of the feast, Not only to our Master, but to our Mistress; We wish all things may prosper whate'er he take in hand, For we are all his servants, and all at his command. Drink, boys drink, and see you do not spill, For if you do you shall drink two, ...
— Weather and Folk Lore of Peterborough and District • Charles Dack
... the war-wont chieftain All humble have to sit or stand There in such place as the stern king desireth; Before the filler of ravens bend many men, And few there are indeed who will not do in all things Whate'er the King may bid.' ...
— The Sagas of Olaf Tryggvason and of Harald The Tyrant (Harald Haardraade) • Snorri Sturluson
... shalt do well whate'er thou dost, As thou hast done this day; Shalt have the will and power to please, ...
— Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories - The Young Folks Treasury, Volume 1 • Various
... fled to what was real— Fair women's arms, laughter and love and pleasure, All the mad joy of life; whate'er he craved, He found was ...
— Three Dramas - The Editor—The Bankrupt—The King • Bjornstjerne M. Bjornson
... say, "If thou be." But wert is still in use, to some extent, for both moods; being generally placed by the grammarians in the subjunctive only, but much oftener written for the indicative: as, "Whate'er thou art or wert."—Byron's Harold, Canto iv, st. 115. "O thou that wert so happy!"—Ib., st. 109. "Vainly ...
— The Grammar of English Grammars • Goold Brown
... others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you, And never do nor say to them, Whate'er you ...
— A Complete Edition of the Works of Nancy Luce • Nancy Luce
... would the Duke and Dutchess smile, The court would do the same awhile, But call us after, low and vile, And that way make their sport: Nay, would you still more pastime make, And at poor we your purses shake, Whate'er you give, we'll gladly take, For that will ...
— A Fairy Tale in Two Acts Taken from Shakespeare (1763) • William Shakespeare
... tumult rude; But rather far that stern device The sponsors chose that round thy cradle stood 35 In the dim, unventured wood, The VERITAS that lurks beneath[6] The letter's unprolific sheath, Life of whate'er makes life worth living, Seed-grain of high emprise, immortal food, 40 One heavenly thing ...
— The Vision of Sir Launfal - And Other Poems • James Russell Lowell
... one, Of Allan Mor of Moy the son; He brought to me a sonsy vessel To satiate my thirsty whistle. The poet proved himself unwise When him he did not eulogise. The bards—I own it with regret— Are a pernicious sorry set, Whate'er they get is soon forgot, Unless you ...
— The Celtic Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 1, November 1875 • Various
... artist under the title of "New Readings of old Authors," of which we may notice the following: Moved in Good Time (Taming of the Shrew, Act 2, Sc. 1), a tax-gatherer and other creditors bemoaning themselves outside the premises of a levanted debtor; I am to get a man, whate'er he be (Act 3, Sc. 2), disciples of Burke and Hare providing themselves with a living subject; I do remember when the fight was done, when I was dry (King Henry IV., Part 1, Act 1, Sc. 3), a victorious prize-fighter recruiting his exhausted frame ...
— English Caricaturists and Graphic Humourists of the Nineteenth Century. - How they Illustrated and Interpreted their Times. • Graham Everitt
... saw, whate'er he heard, Awakened feelings new and sad,— No Christian garb, nor Christian word, Nor church with ...
— The Complete Works of Whittier - The Standard Library Edition with a linked Index • John Greenleaf Whittier
... Thy precious things, whate'er they be, That haunt and vex thee, heart and brain, Look to the Cross, and thou shall see How thou mayst turn them all to gain. ...
— Heartsease - or Brother's Wife • Charlotte M. Yonge
... it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception—which is truth. A baffling ...
— Tales of the Ridings • F. W. Moorman
... Whate'er the Popish hands have built Our hammers shall undo; We'll break their pipes and burn their copes, And pull down churches too; We'll exercise within the groves, And teach beneath a tree; We'll make a pulpit of a cask, And ...
— Cavalier Songs and Ballads of England from 1642 to 1684 • Charles Mackay
... sore grieved at so sudden a blow and said to herself, "Ah! Woe is me and well-away! How bitter will be living without the love of such brothers whose youthtide was sacrificed for me! 'Tis but right that I share their fate whate'er be my lot; else what shall I have to say on the Day of Doom and the Resurrection of the Dead and the Judgment of Mankind?" Wherefore next morning, without further let or stay, she donned disguise of man's attire; and, ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 3 • Richard F. Burton
... the talisman of Caesar's name, But Caesar had, in place of empty fame. The unresting soul, the resolution high That shuts out every thought but victory. Whate'er his goal, nor mercy nor dismay He owned, but drew the sword and cleft his way: Pressed each advantage that his fortune gave; Constrained the stars to combat for the brave; Swept from his path whate'er his rise delayed, And marched triumphant through ...
— Post-Augustan Poetry - From Seneca to Juvenal • H.E. Butler
... sailing, he becomes, perforce, Discoverer of a lovely world; And finds, whate'er may be his course, Green lands within white seas impearled, And streams of ...
— The Mistress of the Manse • J. G. Holland
... my very birth My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lovely flowers, And rocks whereby they grew, a paradise, Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dream'd ...
— The Life of Lord Byron • John Galt
... to rat Before the Inquisition, E pur si muove[783] was the pat He gave them in addition: {382} He meant, whate'er you think you prove, The earth must go its way, sirs; Spite of your teeth I'll make it move, For I'll drink my bottle ...
— A Budget of Paradoxes, Volume I (of II) • Augustus De Morgan
... thy head, sad city! Though in chains, Enthralled thou canst not be! Arise, and claim Reverence from every heart where Freedom reigns, For what thou worshippest!—thy sainted dame, She of the Column, honoured be her name By all, whate'er their creed, who honour love! And like the sacred relics of the flame, That gave some martyr to the blessed above, To every loyal heart ...
— Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott • Sir Walter Scott
... well, my soul, God's hand controls Whate'er thou fearest; Round Him in calmest music rolls Whate'er ...
— Diana • Susan Warner
... me, buy me, my friends to-day, 'Tis a costly ransom you'll have to pay, Oh ransom me, father, whate'er they demand, Though they take all your ...
— The Women of the Arabs • Henry Harris Jessup
... "Whate'er is best administered is best." These are some of the impressions made at Oxford by the studies of the schools, the more or less inevitable "curricoolum," as the Scotch gentleman pronounced the word. But at Oxford, for most men, ...
— Adventures among Books • Andrew Lang
... Of the Gods; for in thy face Shines more awful majesty, Than dull, weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold And live! Therefore on this mould Slowly do I bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits; and but lend Belief to that the Satyr tells: Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better nor more true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good; ...
— Jesse Cliffe • Mary Russell Mitford
... former Sun,[62] Thus spoke he,—"I believe the man of whom You wot, who lies in this selected[63] tomb, Was a most famous writer in his day, And therefore travellers step from out their way 30 To pay him honour,—and myself whate'er Your honour pleases:"—then most pleased I shook[l] From out my pocket's avaricious nook Some certain coins of silver, which as 'twere Perforce I gave this man, though I could spare So much but inconveniently:—Ye smile, I see ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 • Lord Byron
... all his soldiers whispered under hand, And here and there the fault and cause do lay, Godfrey before him called Aliprand Captain of those that brought of late this prey, A man who did on points of virtue stand, Blameless in words, and true whate'er he say, "Say," quoth the duke, "where you this armor had, Hide not the truth, but tell it ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... skin, that the veins seemed hardly hidden, and a very slight emotion was sufficient to suffuse it with a tint that needed to fear no rivalry with the rose. No heaven could be bluer than the soft eyes that seemed "to love whate'er they looked upon," and whether dimmed with the tear of pity, or flashing with mirth, revealed a pure, but not a timid spirit. But among features which all were beautiful, if one could be called more beautiful than another, ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... a heart for every one If every one could find it. Then up and seek, ere youth is gone, Whate'er the task, ne'er mind it. For if you chance to meet at last ...
— Other People's Business - The Romantic Career of the Practical Miss Dale • Harriet L. Smith
... that sweat the sark Gie me a kintra doctor's wark, Ye ca' awa' frae dawn till dark, Whate'er the ...
— The Auld Doctor and other Poems and Songs in Scots • David Rorie
... Whate'er in heaven, In earth, man sees mysterious, shakes his mind With sacred awe o'erwhelms him, and his soul Bows to the dust; the cause of things conceal Once from his vision, instant to the gods All empire he transfers, ...
— Christianity and Greek Philosophy • Benjamin Franklin Cocker
... first invented sleep, (I really can't avoid the iteration;) But blast the man, with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various
... against his absent friends, Or hears them scandalized and not defends, Sports with their fame, and speaks whate'er he can, And only to be thought a witty man, Tells tales and brings his friends in disesteem, That man's a knave; be sure beware of ...
— Talkers - With Illustrations • John Bate
... Whate'er my business is, thou foul-mouthed scold, I'd have you know I scorn to be controlled By any man that lives; much less by thou, Who blurtest out thou know'st not what, nor how; I go about my lawful business; and I'll make you smart for bidding of ...
— Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England • Robert Bell
... in Sarum three; But dearest of the whole fair troop, In judgment of the moment, she Whose daisy eyes had learn'd to droop. Her very faults my fancy fired; My loving will, so thwarted, grew; And, bent on worship, I admired Whate'er she was, with partial view. And yet when, as to-day, her smile Was prettiest, I could not but note Honoria, less admired the while, Was ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... as I feel, But not like a lover. What interests me so In Lucile, at the same time forbids me, I know, To give to that interest, whate'er the sensation, The name we men give to an hour's admiration, A night's passing passion, an actress's eyes, A dancing girl's ankles, a fine ...
— Lucile • Owen Meredith
... oblige—that, grudging not our treasure, Nor seeking any portion to withhold, We freely give it, without stint or measure, Whate'er it ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith • Oliver Goldsmith
... vast loneliness, ungauged, unspanned, Whether by pain and woe his soul be riven, Or all fair pleasures clustered 'neath his hand. His gain by day, his ecstasy by night,— His force, his folly, fierce or faint delight,— Suffering or sorrow, fortune, feud, or care,— Whate'er he find ...
— Last Poems • Laurence Hope
... Whate'er thou hast to say, speak boldly out; Confront me like a man—I shall not start. Nor shiver, nor turn pale. My hand is firm, My heart is firmer still; and both are braced To meet the ...
— Mark Hurdlestone - Or, The Two Brothers • Susanna Moodie
... ill? the heart filled quite With sunshine, like the shepherd's-clock at noon, 250 Closes its leaves around its warm delight; Whate'er in life is harsh or out of tune Is all shut out, no boding shade of blight Can pierce the opiate ether of its swoon: Love is but blind as thoughtful justice is, But naught can ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell • James Lowell
... barley-cake The swallow deigns to take. What shall we have? or must we hence away! Thanks, if you give: if not, we'll make you pay! The house-door hence we'll carry; Nor shall the lintel tarry; From hearth and home your wife we'll rob; She is so small, To take her off will be an easy job! Whate'er you give, give largess free! Up! open, open, to the swallow's call! No grave old men, ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 2 • Charles Dudley Warner
... hard a thing to see That the spirit of God—whate'er it be— The Law that abides and changes not, ages long, The Eternal and Nature-born: these things be strong. What else is Wisdom? What of Man's endeavor, Or God's high grace so lovely and so great? To stand from fear set free? to breathe and wait? To hold a hand uplifted over Fate? And ...
— Major Barbara • George Bernard Shaw
... Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again; and by and by Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing; but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased ...
— The Man Shakespeare • Frank Harris
... Muse shall hand thee to the beech-grown hill, To spend in tea the cool, refreshful hour, Where nods in air the pensile, nest-like bower; Or where the Hermit hangs his straw-clad cell, Emerging gently from the leafy dell: Romantic spot! from whence in prospect lies Whate'er of landscape charms our feasting eyes; The pointed spire, the hall, the pasture-plain, The russet fallow, and the golden grain; The breezy lake that sheds a gleaming light, Till all the fading picture fails the sight.... Now climb the steep, drop ...
— England, Picturesque and Descriptive - A Reminiscence of Foreign Travel • Joel Cook
... indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream: Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, ...
— Cowper • Goldwin Smith
... whate'er boy can; Play cricket—even to go school: It is so grand to be a man! A girl's ...
— The Adventures of A Brownie - As Told to My Child by Miss Mulock • Miss Mulock
... Whate'er it be, 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold, It is a good constraint of fortune, that It belches on ...
— Newton Forster - The Merchant Service • Captain Frederick Marryat
... help and cheer, The more you give the more you grow; This message evermore rings true, In time you reap whate'er you sow. No failure you have need to fear, Except to fail to do your best— What have you done, what can you do? That is the ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various
... own native seed, This wilderness, the world, like that poetic wood of old, Bears one, and but one branch of gold, Where the bless'd spirit lodges like the dove, And which (to heavenly soil transplanted) will improve, To be, as 'twas below, the brightest plant above; For, whate'er theologic levellers dream, There are degrees above, I know, As well as here below, (The goddess Muse herself has told me so), Where high patrician souls, dress'd heavenly gay, Sit clad in lawn of purer woven day. There some high-spirited ...
— The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume I (of 2) • Jonathan Swift
... Loveless, pray one word with you before you go. [Exit COLONEL TOWNLY. Love. What would my dear? Aman. Only a woman's foolish question: how do you like my cousin here? Love. Jealous already, Amanda? Aman. Not at all: I ask you for another reason. Love. [Aside.] Whate'er her reason be, I must not tell her true.—[Aloud.] Why, I confess, she's handsome: but you must not think I slight your kinswoman, if I own to you, of all the women who may claim that character, she is the last that would triumph in my heart. Aman. I'm satisfied. Love. Now tell me ...
— Scarborough and the Critic • Sheridan
... There lies about us many an abyss Which Fate has dug; the deepest yet of all Is here, in our own heart, and very strong Is the temptation to plunge headlong in. I pray thee snatch thyself away in time. Divorce thee, for a season, from thyself. The man will gain whate'er the poet lose. ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol 58, No. 357, July 1845 • Various
... Siegfried: / "O father dear to me, Without the love of woman / would I ever be, Could I not woo in freedom / where'er my heart is set. Whate'er be said by any, / I'll keep the selfsame ...
— The Nibelungenlied - Translated into Rhymed English Verse in the Metre of the Original • trans. by George Henry Needler
... good—but not alone in Drink! Good causes are not won, whate'er you think, By bullying indulgence in bad manners. A total abstinence from aught unfair Will serve you best. Your Standard raise in air, But Banners of Intemperance should not ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, April 22, 1893 • Various
... kind friends, whate'er the cup may hold, Bathing its burnished depths, will change to gold Its last bright drop let thirsty Maenads drain, Its ...
— Over the Teacups • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... pageant, man by man, Of some Egyptian art than Egypt older, Found in some tomb whose rite no guess can scan, Where all things else to coloured dust did moulder. Whate'er its sense may mean, its age is twin To that of priesthoods whose feet stood near God, When knowledge was so great that 'twas a sin And man's mere soul too man for its abode. But when I ask what means that pageant I And would look at it suddenly, I lose The sense I had of seeing it, nor ...
— 35 Sonnets • Fernando Pessoa
... "Of whate'er else your head be full, Remember Adrian turn'd the bull; 'Tis time that you should turn the chase, Kick out the knave ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 195, July 23, 1853 • Various
... in disorder, or study a Revenge for the Attempt. But it may be ask'd, Cou'd he not have done that without exposing so many great Genius's? Had it not been better to have let Mr. Durfey alone? Tho' even this Method wou'd not have pleas'd every body; for whate'er Effect it has had on Mr. Vanbroug and Congreve; Motteux and Guildon resent it to the last degree. Is their nothing in their Works Illustrious, or that cou'd merit Censure? Indeed some People are not to be reclaim'd by Ridicule; and Mr. Collier knowing their Vertues, with how much ...
— A Letter to A.H. Esq.; Concerning the Stage (1698) and The - Occasional Paper No. IX (1698) • Anonymous
... To be an earl he did aspire, And reason good for such desire; But worth in these ungrateful times, To envied honor seldom climbs. Vain mortals! give your wishes o'er, And trust the flatterer Hope no more, Whose promises, whate'er they seem, End in a shadow ...
— Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... Whate'er thou hadst, no mere delight Was thine the glittering prize to hold; Not thine the form that met thy sight, ...
— Poems • John L. Stoddard
... whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sov'reign will denies, Accepted at Thy Throne of grace ...
— The Story Of Waitstill Baxter • By Kate Douglas Wiggin
... Almanacks, or Shoes; And you that did your Fortunes seek, Step to his Grave but once a Week: This Earth which bears his Body's Print, You'll find has so much Vertue in't, That I durst pawn my Ears 'twill tell Whate'er concerns you full as well, In Physick, Stolen Goods, or Love, As he himself could, ...
— The Bickerstaff-Partridge Papers • Jonathan Swift
... goes on. The driving rain May chill, but light will gleam again, It still goes on. Truth's enemy Wins a defeat with victory. It still goes on. Cold winter's snow Comes that the grass may greener grow; And Freedom's sun, whate'er befall, Shines warm and bright behind ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... years of famine next came on, As Joseph said, and there was a great dearth In every nation throughout all the earth; But in the land of Egypt there was bread. And when the people almost famished, Complained to the king, he bade them go To Joseph, and whate'er he said to do. And now the famine daily waxing sore, Joseph began to bring forth of his store, Which he had laid up for the public good; To whom th' Egyptians came and bought their food. And people from all countries far and near To Egypt came to buy provision there; For ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he ...
— The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics • Various
... and the draught is true. Whate'er the picture, whether grave or gay, Painful experience in a distant land Made ...
— Life in the Clearings versus the Bush • Susanna Moodie
... cannot be; Yet I my rivals deem Each woodland charm, the moss, the tree, The silence, and the stream; Whate'er my love, detains thee now, I'll yet forgive thy stay; But with to-morrow's dawn come thou, We'll brush the ...
— Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry • Robert Bloomfield
... whate'er my life and lot may show, Years blank with gloom or cheered by mem'ry's glow, Turmoil or peace; never be it mine, I pray, To be a dweller of the peopled earth, Save 'neath a roof alive with children's mirth Loud ...
— Poems • Victor Hugo
... there owned I Who broken leg of Couch outworn On nape of neck had ever borne!) Then she, as pathic piece became, "Prithee Catullus mine, those same 25 Lend me, Serapis-wards I'd hie." * * * * "Easy, on no-wise, no," quoth I, "Whate'er was mine, I lately said Is some mistake, my camarade One Cinna—Gaius—bought the lot, 30 But his or mine, it matters what? I use it freely as though bought, Yet thou, pert troubler, most absurd, None suffer'st speak an ...
— The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus • Caius Valerius Catullus
... for their Pope implore The healing god[028], to loyal Hampton's pile, To Clermont's terrass'd height, and Esher's groves; Where in the sweetest solitude, embrac'd By the soft windings of the silent Mole, From courts and senates Pelham finds repose Enchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung! O vale of bliss! O softly swelling hills! On which the Power of Cultivation lies, And joys to see the wonders of ...
— Flowers and Flower-Gardens • David Lester Richardson
... tone, retrieving My thoughts from torment, led me on, And sweet, clear echoes came, deceiving A faith bequeathed from Childhood's dawn, Yet now I curse whate'er entices And snares the soul with visions vain; With dazzling cheats and dear devices Confines it in this cave of pain! Cursed be, at once, the high ambition Wherewith the mind itself deludes! Cursed be the glare of apparition That on the finer sense intrudes! Cursed be the lying dream's impression ...
— Faust • Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
... the gold that glitters cold, When linked to hard and haughty feeling? Whate'er we're told, the noblest gold Is truth of heart and ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof
... alone, whither you dare not follow at this hour, to seek that which we shall need. One word—think not to play me false, or to cheat me of my price; for whate'er betides, be sure of this, that hour shall be the hour of your dooming. Hail to you, Son of the King! Hail! and farewell." Then, removing the door-board, the wizard passed from the hut ...
— The Wizard • H. Rider Haggard
... I promised her, whate'er betide, To love her to the last, And Fate, my truth has sadly tried, In all our sorrows past; But she may trust me, tho' we part, And both our lot deplore: Where'er I go, this bleeding ...
— Barn and the Pyrenees - A Legendary Tour to the Country of Henri Quatre • Louisa Stuart Costello
... was a righteous man, Yet through his veins a chill of terror ran, With trembling voice he said, "What wilt thou here?" The Angel answered, "Lo! the time draws near When thou must die; yet first, by God's decree, Whate'er thou askest shall be granted thee." Replied the Rabbi, "Let these living eyes First look upon my ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 11, No. 63, January, 1863 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... over, with your WIFE to start for Dover Or Dieppe—and live in clover evermore, whate'er befalls: For I've read in many a novel that, unless they've souls that grovel, Folks PREFER in fact a hovel to your dreary ...
— Fly Leaves • C. S. Calverley
... wiser than the rest, Offered to pay in so much rent, Provided he had Jove's consent To guide the weather just as he thought best; Or wet, or dry; or cold, or hot; Whate'er he asked should be ...
— Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse • Various
... my life, 'Tis not long since, the queen (who well foresaw To what the malice of my foes would drive me) Gave me this ring, this sacred pledge of mercy; And with it made a solemn vow to Heaven, That, whensoever I should give, or send It back again, she'd freely grant whate'er Request I ...
— The Earl of Essex • Henry Jones
... remain, Which Heaven may hear, nor deem Religion vain. 350 Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice; Safe in His power, whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer, Implore His aid, in His decisions rest, Secure whate'er He gives, He gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; 360 For love, ...
— Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett - With Memoirs, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory Notes • Samuel Johnson, Thomas Parnell, Thomas Gray, and Tobias Smollett
... Whate'er disputes of ancient poets rise, In some one excellence their merit lies; What depth of learning old Pacuvius shows! With strong sublime the page of Accius glows; Menander's comic robe Afranius wears, Plautus as rapid in his plots appears, As Epicharmus; ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 6, June 1810 • Various
... Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of a fox, nor of a lamb; I don't know how to bleat nor how to leer: I'm for the nation! That's why you see me by the wayside here, ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... are the creatures of external things, Acting on inward organs, and are made To think and do whate'er our tutors please. What folly, then, to punish or reward For deeds o'er which we never held a curb! What woeful ignorance, to teach the crime And then chastise the pupil ...
— Socialism - A Summary and Interpretation of Socialist Principles • John Spargo
... and learned lore we gain We keep them in the memory of the brain; Names, things, and facts—whate'er we knowledge call, There is the common ledger for them all; And images on this cold surface traced Make slight impressions and are soon effaced. But we've a page more glowing and more bright On which our friendship and our love to write; That these may never ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... Manifest Godhead, melting into day What floating mists of dark idolatry Broke and misshaped the omnipresent Sire:[110:1] And first by Fear uncharmed the drowsd Soul. Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel 35 Dim recollections; and thence soared to Hope, Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good The Eternal dooms for His immortal sons. From Hope and firmer Faith to perfect Love Attracted and absorbed: and centered there 40 God only to behold, and know, and feel, Till by exclusive consciousness ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... standards bear the Raven Sign, The bird that hoarsely haunts the ruined tower; The bird sagacious of the field of blood Albeit far off. Four centuries I need: Then comes my day. My race and I are one. O Race beloved and holy! From my youth Where'er a hungry heart impelled my feet, Whate'er I found of glorious, have I not Claimed it for thee, deep-musing? Ignorant, first, For thee I wished the golden ingots piled In Susa and Ecbatana:—ah fool! At Athens next, treading where Plato trod, For thee ...
— Legends of the Saxon Saints • Aubrey de Vere |
