"Where'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... for me! false hearts I've found, where I had deem'd them true, And stricken hopes lie all around where'er I turn my view; Yet it may be, when far remov'd, the voice of memory May yet remind thee how we ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 13, No. 363, Saturday, March 28, 1829 • Various
... in these conquering leaves: live all the same; And walk through all tongues one triumphant flame; Live here, great heart; and love, and die, and kill; And bleed, and wound, and yield, and conquer still. Let this immortal life where'er it comes Walk in a crowd of loves and martyrdoms. Let mystic deaths wait on't; and wise souls be The love-slain witnesses of this life of thee. O sweet incendiary! show here thy art, Upon this carcase ...
— A History of English Literature - Elizabethan Literature • George Saintsbury
... face Took hold upon my thoughts, that does not frown Balefully on me. From their marble tombs My ancestors scowl at me; and the night Thickens to hear their hisses. I would pray, But heaven jeers at it. Turn where'er I will, ...
— Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Francesca da Rimini • George Henry Boker
... have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or wondrous thing to know; I would be guided as a child, And led where'er I go. ...
— Ester Ried • Pansy (aka. Isabella M. Alden)
... sonship's rank to climb - Best lov'd of all the dead whom I love best, Though I love many another dearly too, You in my heart take rank above the rest; King of those kings that most control me, you, You were about my path, about my bed In boyhood always and, where'er I be, Whate'er I think or do, you, in my head, Ground-bass to all my thoughts, are still with me; Methinks the very worms will find some strain Of yours still lingering ...
— The Note-Books of Samuel Butler • Samuel Butler
... lives beyond his means Forfeits respect, loses his sense; Where'er he goes, through the seven births, All count ...
— Book of Wise Sayings - Selected Largely from Eastern Sources • W. A. Clouston
... men pinch and pare, Make life itself a scramble, While I, without a grief or care, Where'er it lists me ramble. 'Neath cloudless sun or clouded moon, By market-cross or ferry, I chant my lay, I play my tune. And all ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 22. October, 1878. • Various
... luxury of daring. Englishmen Shall carry welcome with their wanderings. Her name shall be the world's great watchword, fram'd To make far tyrants tremble, slaves, rejoicing, Unlock their lean arms from their hollow breasts, And good men challenge holy brotherhood, Where'er that word of pride is heard around. For this the shallow name of king be lost In the majestic freedom of the age. 'Tis slaves have need of trappings for their lords. By Heaven, I say, a score of kings, each back'd By his mean date of twenty rotted sires, Could do no more than this. ...
— Cromwell • Alfred B. Richards
... still the same—where'er we tread, The wrecks of human power we see, The marvel of all ages fled, Left to decay and thee. And still let man his fabrics rear, August in beauty, grace, and strength,— Days pass, thou 'Ivy never sere,'[6] And all ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various
... talks in many a tongue— This world boasts many a noble state— In all, your praises will be sung, In all the great will call you great. Freedom! Where'er that word is known, On silent shore, by sounding sea, 'Mid millions or in deserts lone, Your noble name shall ...
— The Continental Monthly , Vol. 2 No. 5, November 1862 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The ...
— Two Knapsacks - A Novel of Canadian Summer Life • John Campbell
... is always repulsive, Makes you gag and back off in despair; But when you've got the scent of the cocoa, Just a scent, a mere whiff in the air, Then you're gone, boy, yes, and forever, Where'er in this world you may roam; When you once get the scent of the cocoa You forget all the precepts ...
— Rhymes of the Rookies • W. E. Christian
... quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. With what a tender and impassioned voice It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought, When the fast ushering star of ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... uneducated men, Simple and honest, dazed by what he did, And misconceiving every word he said. He led them with him in a spell-bound awe, And all his cures they called miraculous. They followed him like sheep where'er he went, With feelings mixed of wonder, fear and love. Yes! I suppose they loved him, though they fled Stricken with fear when we ...
— A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem - First Century • W. W. Story
... of heroes fence it round; Where'er it springs is holy ground; From tower and dome its glories spread; It waves where lonely sentries tread; It makes the land as ocean free, And plants an empire on the sea! Then hail the banner of the free, ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 8, Issue 49, November, 1861 • Various
... downhearted? No, no, no. Are we downhearted? No, no, no. Troubles may come and troubles may go, But we keep smiling where'er we go, Are we downhearted? Are ...
— Private Peat • Harold R. Peat
... of murk and mist Fairy folk are coming To the mead the dew has kissed, And they dance where'er they list To the ...
— A Little Book of Profitable Tales • Eugene Field
... plans are circumvented, your ambitious hopes are crushed for ever, you are blighted in the very spring of your life. Oh, may you never die! May you wander for ever, the butt of the world's malice; and may the slow moving finger of scorn point where'er you go at the ...
— Vivian Grey • The Earl of Beaconsfield
... those breathing powers, The spirits of the new-born flowers? They wander with the breeze, they wind Where'er the streams a ...
— The Royal Guide to Wax Flower Modelling • Emma Peachey
... a human heart doth wear Joy's myrtle wreath or sorrow's gyves, Where'er a human spirit strives After a life more true and fair, There is the true man's birthplace grand, His ...
— Eighth Reader • James Baldwin
... sinewy panthers slake Their noon-day thirst, and never voice is heard Joyous of singing waters, breeze or bird, Save their wild wailings.—[A halloo without.] 'Tis Tecumseh calls! Oh Iena! If dead, where'er thou art— Thy saddest grave will ...
— The Ontario Readers: The High School Reader, 1886 • Ministry of Education
... Hadst lost, if, as from heavy sleep aroused, Yet not awake, thou feel it is this portal That leads thee out to pulsing, waking life— Then in the name of God and of the stars I give thee leave to go where'er thou wilt. ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... Where'er my bitter tear-drops fall, The fairest flowers arise; And into choirs of nightingales Are ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VI. • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... fought secure of fortune as of fame, Till by new maps the island might be shown Of conquests, which he strewed where'er he came, This as the galaxy with ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... dozen rounds, before an audience, and he is loaded down with pounds, and shillings, crowns and pence. Where'er he goes the brawny Goth is lionized by all, like Caesar, when he cut a swath along the Lupercal. Promoters grovel at his feet, and offer heaps of scads, if he will condescend to meet some other bruising lads. The daily journals print his face some seven columns wide, call him the glory ...
— Rippling Rhymes • Walt Mason
... and free, O'er hill, and dale, and desert sod, That man, where'er he walks, may see, In every ...
— Fanny, the Flower-Girl • Selina Bunbury
... and we bid you know That henceforth in the air, by day or night, A myriad hopes of ours, where'er you go, Rise as companions of your soaring flight; And well we know that when there comes the need A host of men like you, As staunch, as true, Will rush to prove the daring ...
— The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch • R. C. Lehmann
... men who chase the roe, Whose footsteps never falter, Who bring with them, where'er they go, A smack of old SIR WALTER. Of such as he, the men sublime Who lead their troops victorious, Whose deeds go down to after-time, Enshrined in ...
— Fifty Bab Ballads • William S. Gilbert
... mine, transformed into a clumsy country wench, or into a nymph of golden Tagus weaving a web of silk and gold, let Merlin or Montesinos hold thee captive where they will; whereer thou art, thou art mine, and where'er I am, must be thine." The very instant he had uttered these words, the door opened. He stood up on the bed wrapped from head to foot in a yellow satin coverlet, with a cap on his head, and his face and his moustaches tied up, his ...
— Don Quixote • Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
... the sand its progress by its trail; The speckled Cenchris darts its devious way, Its skin with spots as Theban marble gay; The hissing Sib[i]la; and Basilisk, With whom no living thing its life would risk, Where'er it moves none else would dare remain, Tyrant alike and terror of ...
— Character Sketches of Romance, Fiction and the Drama - A Revised American Edition of the Reader's Handbook, Vol. 3 • E. Cobham Brewer
... choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against ...
— The Nature of Goodness • George Herbert Palmer
... blessed thought! Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's ...
— When the Holy Ghost is Come • Col. S. L. Brengle
... to visit thee, my beauteous queen, Thee and the house where thou art harboured: All the long way upon my knees, my queen, I kiss the earth where'er thy footsteps tread. I kiss the earth, and gaze upon the wall, Whereby thou goest, maid imperial! I kiss the earth, and gaze upon the house, Whereby thou ...
— Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete - Series I, II, and III • John Symonds
... you not gone? The Lord hath sent them here! My dearest brothers, earnestly I beg Vouchsafe me my desire, though to you It seems but foolish. Go ye with my lord Where'er he goes, and keep behind ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IX - Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig • Various
... every British heart, Oh never let those names depart! Say to your sons—Lo, here his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the burning levin, Short, bright, resistless course was given. Where'er his country's foes were found, Was heard the fated thunder's sound, Till burst the bolt on yonder shore, Rolled, blazed, destroyed—and was ...
— Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field • Walter Scott
... young king, blythe and gay, Is foremost in the fray: Poitou he plunders, Tuskland burns,— He fights and wins where'er he turns." ...
— Heimskringla - The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway • Snorri Sturluson
... By Truth impelled where beck'ning Nature led, Through life he mov'd with firm elastic tread; But soon the world, with wonder-teeming eyes, His manners mark, and goggle with surprise. "He's wond'rous strange!" exclaims each gaping clod, "A wond'rous genius, for he's wond'rous odd!" Where'er he goes, there goes before his fame, And courts and taverns echo round his name; 'Till, fairly knocked by admiration down, The petted monster cracks his wond'rous crown. No longer now to simple Nature true, He studies only to be oddly ...
— The Sylphs of the Season with Other Poems • Washington Allston
... me! for whither can I fly? Where hide me from Mathesis' fearful eye? Where'er I turn the Goddess haunts my path, Like grim Megoera in revengeful wrath: In accents wild, that would awake the dead, Bids me perplexing problems to unthread; Bids me the laws of x and y to unfold, And with "dry eyes" dread ...
— Sagittulae, Random Verses • E. W. Bowling
... crowned, and glorified, Where'er thou movest move they still with thee, As erst, in sweet communion by thy side, Walked John and Mary ...
— The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... from end to end, Light of wing, my way I wend. Where'er I pass, the trees, the grass Bow their ...
— Golden Moments - Bright Stories for Young Folks • Anonymous
... Saw, where'er her eye might range, Herself the only child of change; And heard her echoed footfall ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... seemed to die on battle-field, To die with justice, truth, and law; The bloody corpse, the broken shield, Were all that senseless folly saw. But, like Antaeus from the turf, They sprung refreshed, to strive again, Where'er the savage and the serf Rise to the ...
— Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul • Various
... work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath; The fire of conflict burnt within, The battle trembled to begin; Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Point for attack was nowhere found, Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed, The unbroken line of lances blazed; That line 't were suicide to meet, And perish at their tyrants' feet,— How could they rest within their graves, And leave their homes the homes of slaves? Would they not feel their ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7 • Charles H. Sylvester
... airy gossamere, 70 Floating in the sunlight clear, Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly, Bound glossy leal or stump unsightly, So from his spirit wandered out Tendrils spreading all about, Knitting all things to its thrall With a perfect love ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell • James Lowell
... With eyes so sharp for your own selfish ends, Who by the wayside ask where'er ye go, "Where is the dwelling of the prince? and seek Gain more than godliness, I know full well Your deep contempt for one too poor to bribe Your false allegiance, and the unkind device Ye wrongfully imagine. Will ye teach Knowledge to God? Doth He ...
— Man of Uz, and Other Poems • Lydia Howard Sigourney
... as he goes A-turning Catherine wheels, Without repose upon the nose Of walruses and seals. But bless your heart, a penguin feels Supreme contempt for foolish seals, While he never fails, where'er he goes, To turn ...
— The Magic Pudding • Norman Lindsay
... in her twilight garden, She pulled a half-blown rose, I thought it meant for me, But poising in the act, and with half a sigh for pardon, She hid it in her bosom where none may dare to see: Had she a subtle meaning?—would to God I knew it, Where'er I am I always feel the rose leaves nestling there, If I might know her mind and the thought which then flashed through it, My soul might look to ...
— Lundy's Lane and Other Poems • Duncan Campbell Scott
... unsurpassed, Are conjured by that word That thrills a Briton's heart where'er The ...
— Home Lyrics • Hannah. S. Battersby
... done: and thou hast join'd a crew, To whom thy soul was justly due; And yet I think, where'er thou be, They'll scarcely ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (Vol. 6) - Letters 1821-1842 • Charles and Mary Lamb
... grit do you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word, And where'er you go it is often heard; But can you tell to a jot or guess Just how much ...
— Just Folks • Edgar A. Guest
... under false pretences. John and Desmond were made especially welcome. And, after dinner, John, whose voice had not yet cracked, would sing, to Mrs. Warde's accompaniment, such songs as "O Bay of Dublin, my heart yu're throublin'," or "Think of me sometimes," or Handel's "Where'er you walk." The Caterpillar made no secret of a passion for Iris Warde, and became a dangerous rival of one of the younger masters. He talked to Warde about genealogies and hunting, topics of conversation in which they had a common interest outside Harrow. John guessed that Warde was ...
— The Hill - A Romance of Friendship • Horace Annesley Vachell
... king, who ne'er retreats, The Englishman in England beats. Death through Northumberland is spread From battleaxe and broad spearhead. Through Scotland with his spears he rides; To Man his glancing ships he guides: Feeding the wolves where'er he came, The young king drove a bloody game. The gallant bowmen in the isles Slew foemen, who lay heaped in piles. The Irish fled at Olaf's name— Fled from a young king seeking fame. In Bretland, and in Cumberland, People against him ...
— Heimskringla - The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway • Snorri Sturluson
... I see, unless I die: Earth weeps, the heavens for me are moved to woe; You feel of grief the less, the more grieve I. O sun that warms the world where'er you go, O Febo, light eterne for mortal eyes! Why dark to me alone, elsewhere ...
— The Life of Michelangelo Buonarroti • John Addington Symonds
... that grave bird in northern seas is found. Whose name a Dutchman only knows to sound; Where'er the king of fish moves on before, This humble friend attends from shore to shore; With eye still earnest, and with bill inclined, He picks up what his patron drops behind, With those choice cates his palate to regale, And is the ...
— Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 - The Works Of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D., In Nine Volumes • Samuel Johnson
... Where'er he went, the grunting friend Ne'er failed his pleasure to attend. As on a time the loving pair Walked forth to tend the garden's care, The ...
— Parker's Second Reader • Richard G. Parker
... So where'er a man may wander, and whatever be his care, You'll find his soul still stretching to the home he left somewhere. You'll find his dreams all tangled up with hollyhocks in bloom, And the feet of little children that go ...
— The Path to Home • Edgar A. Guest
... angel host! Sing of the star that God has placed Above the manger in the east; Sing of the glories of the night, The virgin's sweet humility, The Babe with kingly robes bedight— Sing to all men where'er they be This Christmas morn, For Christ is born, That saveth them and ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field
... where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, ...
— Percy Bysshe Shelley • John Addington Symonds
... of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath; The fire of conflict burned within, The battle trembled to begin; Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Point for attack was nowhere found; Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed, The unbroken line of lances blazed; That line 'twere suicide to meet, And perish at their tyrant's feet; How could they rest within their graves, And leave their homes, the homes of ...
— Poems Every Child Should Know - The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library • Various
... stately gesture strode along, And boldly join'd the peacock throng; Who, his impertinence to pay, First stripp'd him, and then chas'd away. The crest-fall'n coxcomb homeward sneaks, And his forsaken comrades seeks; Where'er he comes, with scorn they leave him, And not a jackdaw will receive him. Says one he had disdain'd, at last, "Such as thou art, thou mightst have pass'd, And hadst not now been cast behind, The scorn and scandal of ...
— Aesop, in Rhyme - Old Friends in a New Dress • Marmaduke Park
... your breaches," said the old veteran, no whit disturbed; "but I knows I got a right to duck that boy where'er I've a min' to. He's my gran'son,—more shame to me,—an' a little water ain't goin' to hurt him. His fam'ly's used to water,—good salt water, too," with a contemptuous look at the fluid in the fountain basin, "an' if I could wash the meanness ...
— Uncle Rutherford's Nieces - A Story for Girls • Joanna H. Mathews
... seasons keep With the tides that rest at neap. So must be fulfilled the rite That giveth me the dead year's might; And at dawn I shall arise A spirit, though with human eyes, A human form and human face; And where'er I go or stay, There the summer's perished grace Shall be ...
— Dreams and Days: Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... those dear, Contented just to know each other near. But when this silent eloquence gave place To words, 'twas like the rising of a flood Above a dam. We sat there, face to face, And let our talk glide on where'er it would, Speech never halting in its speed or zest, Save when our rippling laughter let it rest; Just as a stream will sometimes pause and play About a bubbling spring, then dash away. No wonder, then, the third day's sun was nigh Up to the zenith when my friend and I Opened our eyes ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... the quivering reeds with sound, And o'er his mouth their changes shifted, And with his goat's-eyes looked around Where'er the passing current drifted; And soon, as on Trinacrian hills The nymphs and herdsmen ran to hear him, Even now the tradesmen from their tills, With clerks ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 4 (of 4) • Various
... from its native morning skies, With rosy shame on downcast cheeks, The virgin stands before his eyes: A nameless longing seizes him! From all his wild companions flown; Tears, strange till then, his eyes bedim, He wanders all alone. Blushing he glides where'er she moves, Her greeting can transport him; To every mead to deck his love, The happy wild-flowers court him. Sweet hope—and tender longing—ye The growth of life's first age of gold, When the heart, swelling, seems to see The gates of heaven unfold. Oh, were it ever green! oh, stay! Linger, young ...
— Life of Her Most Gracious Majesty the Queen V.1. • Sarah Tytler
... me go where'er I will, I hear a sky-born music still: It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that's fair, from all that's foul, Peals out a ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz
... friend Peter; and I have been so long cooped in an inn that I, who am desert-born, wish for a gallop on the mountains with a good horse beneath me and a brave knight in front. Listen, you brethren; you say you do not fear; then leave your bridles loose, and where'er we go and whate'er we meet seek not to check or turn the horses Flame and Smoke. Now, Son of the Sand, we will test these nags of which you sing so loud a song. Away, and let the ride be fast ...
— The Brethren • H. Rider Haggard
... love, come o'er the water, O lore, where'er you be! My own sweetheart, my darling, Come over the ...
— The Gypsies • Charles G. Leland
... .. < chapter xxxvii 7 SUNSET > The cabin; by the stern windows; Ahab sitting alone, and gazing out. I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. Yonder, by the ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun —slow dived from ...
— Moby-Dick • Melville
... Sanity. We loved you, and we loved your wit. Thinking of you, uncramped, uncranky; Our hearts, ere we're aware of it, "Run helter-skelter into Yankee." "For puttin' in a downright lick 'Twixt Humbug's eyes, there's few to metch it." Faith, how you used it; ever quick Where'er Truth dwelt, to dive and fetch it. Vernacular or cultured verse, The scholar's speech, the ploughman's patter You'd use, but still in each were terse, As clear in point as full in matter. You'd not disdain "the trivial flute," The rustic ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, August 22, 1891 • Various
... with your banner, Freedom, The champions cling to thee; They'll follow where'er you lead 'em, To death, or victory;— Up with your banner, Freedom. Tyrants and slaves are rushing To tread thee in the dust; Their blood will soon be gushing, And stain our knives with rust;— But not thy banner, Freedom. While ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8 • Charles H. Sylvester
... but see; We cannot bid the year be still: Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with ...
— Practical Ethics • William DeWitt Hyde
... charge and empower my lieutenant, Jean de Montresor, to seize where'er he may be found, hold, and conduct to Paris ...
— The Suitors of Yvonne • Raphael Sabatini
... also these, but nowhere else is found, Nowhere (or is it fancy?) can be found The one sensation that is here; 'tis here, Here as it found its way into my heart In childhood, here as it abides by day, By night, here only; or in chosen minds That take it with them hence, where'er they go. —'Tis, but I cannot name it, 'tis the sense Of majesty, and beauty, and repose, A blended holiness of earth and sky, Something that makes this individual spot, This small abiding-place of many men, A termination, and a last ...
— Appreciations, with an Essay on Style • Walter Horatio Pater
... comings were watched for and cheered; And a crowd quickly gathered where'er he appeared. All the folk flocked around him and shouted his praise; For the Glugs followed fashion, and Sym was a craze. They sued him for words, which they greeted with cheers, For the way with a Glug is to ...
— The Glugs of Gosh • C. J. Dennis
... blessing back again. On its fair throne it now appears as Queen, And sheds its lustre o'er this humble scene; Its radiant sceptre deigns o'er me to spread The genial beams which fancy feign'd were fled. Ah, no! her gentle heart this night is here; Where'er 'tis wanted-you will find it there: In vain the Muse shall fix it on the floor, It knocks this ev'ning at the Lecturer's door, And smiles, with him, that riot ...
— A Lecture On Heads • Geo. Alex. Stevens
... of life and light, That seen became a part of sight, And comes where'er I turn mine eye, The morning ...
— Sketches And Tales Illustrative Of Life In The Backwoods Of New Brunswick • Mrs. F. Beavan
... hast thy record in the monarch's hall, And on the waters of the far mid sea; And where the mighty mountain shadows fall, The Alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee. Where'er, beneath some Oriental tree, The Christian traveller rests—where'er the child Looks upward from the English mother's knee, With earnest eyes, in wond'ring reverence mild, There art thou known. Where'er the Book of Light Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight, Is borne thy ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff
... breast our milky food we drew, Entwin'd affection strengthen'd as we grew; Why further trace? The flatt'ring dream is o'er— Thy transient joys and sorrows are no more! All, all are fled!—And, ah! where'er I turn, Insulting Death directs me to thy urn, Throws his cold shadows round me while I sing. Damps ev'ry nerve, and slackens ev'ry string. So, when the Moon trims up her waning fire, Sweep the night-breezes o'er th'Aeolian lyre; Ling'ring, perchance, some wild pathetic ...
— Poems • Sir John Carr
... on fresh supplies, He cons his catalogue with anxious eyes: Where'er the slim Italics mark the page, Curious and ...
— Bibliomania; or Book-Madness - A Bibliographical Romance • Thomas Frognall Dibdin
... "Where'er thou wanderest, canst thou hope to go Where skies are brighter, or the earth more fair? Dost thou not love these aye-blue streams that flow, These spicy forests, ...
— The Island Home • Richard Archer
... slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po?" Nay, gentle GOLDSMITH, it is thus no more, None now need fear "the rude Carinthian boor," The bandit Greek, the Swiss of avid grin, Or e'en the predatory Bedouin. Where'er we roam, whatever realms to see, Our thoughts, great Agent, must revert to thee. From Parthenon or Pyramid, we look In travelled ease, and bless the name of COOK! Eternal blessings crown the wanderer's friend! At Ludgate Hill may all the world attend. Blest be that spot where the great ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, July 30, 1892 • Various
... rays through pictured glories pour On marble shaft and tessellated floor;— Heaven asks no surplice round the heart that feels, And all is holy where devotion kneels. Thus on the soil the patriot's knee should bend Which holds the dust once living to defend; Where'er the hireling shrinks before the free, Each pass becomes "a new Thermopylae"! Where'er the battles of the brave are won, There every mountain ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The Morning-star ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. II - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... thou which in my thought Increased hast my rage and fury so, Nor seem'st a wight of mortal metal wrought, I follow thee, whereso thee list to go, Mountains of men by dint of sword down brought Thou shalt behold, and seas of red blood flow Where'er I go; only be thou my guide When sable night the azure ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... o'er the water, O love, where'er you be! My own sweetheart, my darling, Come over the ...
— The Gypsies • Charles G. Leland
... frame— The seeds of things, the primal germs we teach, Whence all creation around us came to be. First since we know a twofold nature exists, Of things, both twain and utterly unlike— Body, and place in which an things go on— Then each must be both for and through itself, And all unmixed: where'er be empty space, There body's not; and so where body bides, There not at all exists the void inane. Thus primal bodies are solid, without a void. But since there's void in all begotten things, All solid matter must be round the same; Nor, by true reason ...
— Of The Nature of Things • [Titus Lucretius Carus] Lucretius
... months upon her grave has lain; And now, when summer south winds blow And brier and harebell bloom again, I tread the pleasant paths we trod, I see the violet-sprinkled sod Whereon she leaned, too frail and weak The hillside flowers she loved to seek, Yet following me where'er she went With dark eyes full of love's content. The birds are glad; the brier-rose fills The air with sweetness; all the hills Stretch green to June's unclouded sky; But still I wait with ear and eye For something gone which should be nigh, A loss ...
— Home Life of Great Authors • Hattie Tyng Griswold
... when no more war legions In battles fierce are hurled, When, to remotest regions, Peace reigns throughout the world; Where'er beyond the waters The British peoples dwell Mothers will tell their daughters The tale of ...
— War Rhymes • Abner Cosens
... watched; he blew His trumpet, heard in Oreb since perhaps When God descended, and perhaps once more To sound at general doom. The angelick blast Filled all the regions: from their blisful bowers Of amarantine shade, fountain or spring, By the waters of life, where'er they sat In fellowships of joy, the sons of light Hasted, resorting to the summons high; And took their seats; till from his throne supreme The Almighty thus pronounced his sovran will. O Sons, like one of us Man is become To know both ...
— Paradise Lost • John Milton
... One's name, who, named though oft He be, Unknown is ever in Reality: As far as ear can reach, or eyesight dim, Thou findest but the known resembling Him; How high so'er thy fiery spirit hovers, Its simile and type it straight discovers Onward thou'rt drawn, with feelings light and gay, Where'er thou goest, smiling is the way; No more thou numbrest, reckonest no time, Each step is infinite, ...
— The Poems of Goethe • Goethe
... off the stoop, and went dancing awkwardly down towards the water, singing in a most unmelodious voice, ''T is home where'er ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 52, February, 1862 • Various
... still sickening back to you, Finds none like memory of its grief; And, though 'twere very hell to hear You felt such misery as I, All good, save you, were far less dear! Than is that ill with which I die Where'er I go, wandering forlorn, You are the world's love, life, and glee: Oh, wretchedness not to be borne If she that's Love should not ...
— The Angel in the House • Coventry Patmore
... bid him come, where'er he stood, he said to me, he truly served but thee, the pearl of womanhood; if he unheeded left the helm how could he pilot the ship in surety ...
— Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts • Richard Wagner
... have to us they give, That we, though Pilgrims, joyful lives may live; They do upon us, too, such things bestow, That show we Pilgrims are, where'er we go. ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... thou know? Thou art familiar with all earthly lore. More: Thou hast gained, and wield'st a power, to which The rulers of the elements do bow; The hurricane, at thy command goes forth, Walking where'er thou bid'st it, and the storm Ceases to howl when thou hast said,—"Be still!" Thine anger stirs the ocean, and thy wrath Finds out the deep foundations of the mountains, And shakes them with its strength; the subtle fire, That lights the tempest on its gloomy ...
— Mazelli, and Other Poems • George W. Sands
... the people, where'er they rov'd, With pillage and conflagration; Nor them old age's feebleness mov'd, Nor ...
— Targum • George Borrow
... slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, 5 A weary waste expanding to the skies: Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith • Oliver Goldsmith
... priest shall mar my feast Where'er my soul may range. I have no fear of heaven's good cheer Unless our Master change. But when death's night is dying away, If I might choose my bliss, My love should say, at break of day, With her first waking kiss:- Hark! That's the thrush ...
— The New Morning - Poems • Alfred Noyes
... murmur of their discontent, But sneers can never change a strong mind's bent. He knows his purpose and he does not swerve, And with a quiet mien and steady nerve He meets dark looks where'er his steps may go, And silence that is bruising as a blow, Where late were smiles and words of ardent praise. So pass the lagging weeks ...
— Custer, and Other Poems. • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen! That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company, That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree, To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly (Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be) This single faith in Life and Death and all Eternity 'The people, Lord, Thy people, are good ...
— The Years Between • Rudyard Kipling
... a life Of love we led; ne'er didst thou wrong to me, Nor I to thee. If death takes thee away, My life is but a pain." While speaking thus, The Marchis faints on Veillantif, his steed. But still firm in his stirrups of pure gold: Where'er Rolland may ...
— La Chanson de Roland • Lon Gautier
... sacred brood of night! Hencefore my 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 ...
— Legends of the Saxon Saints • Aubrey de Vere
... once below Man's pathway trod in toil and woe; And burdened ones where'er he came Brought out their sick and deaf and lame. The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, 'Jesus of Nazareth ...
— Betty's Bright Idea; Deacon Pitkin's Farm; and The First Christmas - of New England • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... II. Where'er he goes, much alms he throws, to feeble folk and poor; Beside the way for him they pray, him blessings to procure; For, God and Mary Mother, their heavenly grace to win, His hand was ever bountiful: great ...
— Mediaeval Tales • Various
... Year gives Great pleasure to both great and small; Where'er the human family lives First see we good ...
— Golden Days for Boys and Girls, Vol. XII, Jan. 3, 1891 • Various
... morning star's first ray? The clock is two! who comes to meet the day, And to the Lord of days his homage pay? The clock is three! the Three in One above Let body, soul and spirit truly love. The clock is four! where'er on earth are three, The Lord has promised He the fourth will be. The clock is five! while five away were sent, Five other virgins to the marriage went! The clock is six, and from the watch I'm free, And every one may his ...
— History of the Moravian Church • J. E. Hutton
... The dark chasm of hell Was shaken with the trembling, with the tramp Of hollow footsteps and strong battle-strokes, And measureless uproar of wild pursuit. So they against each other through the air Hurled intermixed their weapons, scattering groans Where'er they fell. ...
— Mosaics of Grecian History • Marcius Willson and Robert Pierpont Willson
... And he who sips thy fragrant cup can only know the truth. Insensate they who, tasting not, yet vilify its use; For when they thirst and seek its help, God will the gift refuse. Oh, coffee is our wealth! for see, where'er on earth it grows, Men live whose aims are noble, true virtues ...
— All About Coffee • William H. Ukers
... armed from head to heel the Bishop Jerome shows; He ever brings good fortune to my Cid where'er he goes. "Mass have I said, and now I come to join you in the fray; To strike a blow against the Moor in battle if I may, And in the field win honor for my order and my hand. It is for this that I am here, far ...
— The Book of the Epic • Helene A. Guerber
... the aged Vainamoinen, "At my boat as I was working, 310 While my new boat I was shaping, Then I found three words were wanting, Ere the stern could be completed, And the prow could be constructed, But as I could find them nowhere, In the world where'er I sought them, Then to Tuonela I travelled, Journeyed to the land of Mana, There to find the words I needed, There the magic words ...
— Kalevala, Volume I (of 2) - The Land of the Heroes • Anonymous
... hath twined with serpent coil Around my heart its fatal fold; And though my struggling bosom toil, To heave the monster from its hold— It will not from its victim part. By day or night, in down or dell, Where'er I roam, still, still my heart Is pressed by that sad serpent spell. Aye, as the strangling boa clings Around his prey with fatal grasp, And as he feels each struggle, wrings His victim with a closer ...
— Poems • Sam G. Goodrich
... to the cooling breeze, Let it float at the mast-head high; And gather around, all hearts resolved, To sustain it there or die: An emblem of peace and hope to the world, Unstained let it ever be; And say to the world, where'er it waves, Our flag is ...
— The Liberty Minstrel • George W. Clark
... followed Paul; his zeal a kindred flame, His apostolic charity the same; Like him crossed cheerfully tempestuous seas, Forsaking country, kindred, friends and ease; Like him he laboured and, like him, content To bear it, suffered shame where'er he went." ...
— The Life of William Carey • George Smith
... As in a balance, poising good and ill Against each other,-asking of the Power That flung me forth among the whirling worlds, If I am heir to any inborn right, Or only as an atom of the dust That every wind may blow where'er ...
— The Poet at the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... protectress! thou hast clouds To shelter innocence distress'd, And genial gales from Fate's rude grasp, Safely to waft her o'er the sea, O'er the wide earth's remotest realms, Where'er it seemeth good to thee. Wise art thou,—thine all-seeing eye The future and the past surveys, And doth on all thy children rest, E'en as thy pure and guardian light Keeps o'er the earth its silent watch, The beauty ...
— Iphigenia in Tauris • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
... an equal flame, Unites, and both become the same, In different breasts together burn, Together both to ashes turn. But women now feel no such fire, And only know the gross desire. Their passions move in lower spheres, Where'er caprice or folly steers, A dog, a parrot, or an ape, Or some worse brute in human shape, Engross the fancies of the fair, The few soft moments they can spare, From visits to receive and pay, From scandal, politics, and play; From fans, and flounces, ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift |
