"E'en" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... complaints, and I know that the ban Of remorse hath e'en brought thee so low; I can pity the soul of the penitent man That was weak in ...
— The Companions of Jehu • Alexandre Dumas
... a bonny lad As e'er was born in Scotland fair; But now, poor man, he's e'en gone woad, Since Jenny has ...
— The Youth of Jefferson - A Chronicle of College Scrapes at Williamsburg, in Virginia, A.D. 1764 • Anonymous
... ear. Himself thrusts gun to elbow-place And peers amid the dust-dressed sage And scented chaparral so dense, To glimpse the fiery eyeballs Of the prowler of the hills; While all awatch the faithful collies stand Prepared to fend e'en with their lives The young ...
— Trail Tales • James David Gillilan
... Must e'en the press be dumb? Must truth itself succumb? And thoughts be mute? Shall law be set aside, The right of prayer denied, Nature and God decried, And ...
— The Anti-Slavery Harp • Various
... Ha! e'en now o'er paths of roses, Glorious shape of light, she sweeps, Tow'rd the shadow-peopled valley Where the sacred Lethe sleeps; Thither drawn by magic suasion, As by gentle spirits led, Fain she sees the silver billows, ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, January 1844 - Volume 23, Number 1 • Various
... noble mien and noble heart stood at the maiden's bedside, bathing her swollen face, pushing back her silken curls, counting her rapid pulses, and once, when she slept, kissing her parched lips, e'en though he knew that with that kiss he inhaled, perhaps, his death! James De Vere had never for a day lost sight of Maude. Immediately after her return he had written to the physician requesting a daily report, and when, at last he learned that she was ill, and all alone, he came unhesitatingly, ...
— Cousin Maude • Mary J. Holmes
... sorrow seiz'd those gentle youths, who'd given cureless pain— In haste they sought their priestly sire, in haste return'd again; Return'd to view the elf enthron'd in waters as before, Whose music now was sighs, whose tears gush'd e'en from his heart's core. "Why weeping, Neck? look up, and clear those tearful eyes of blue— Our father bids us say, that thy Redeemer ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 357 - Vol. XIII, No. 357., Saturday, February 21, 1829 • Various
... many bow'd their heads to meet this thing! Priest, warrior, noble, princess, e'en ...
— The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 354, October 9, 1886 • Various
... those you meet E'en though they may offend, And wish them well as on they go Till all the journey end. Sometimes we think our honor's hurt When some one speaks a little pert; But never mind, just hear the good, And ...
— Stories Worth Rereading • Various
... head and sandal'd feet they flew— Lo! slender hoofs and branching horns appear! The last marr'd voice not e'en the favourite knew, But bay'd and ...
— Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection • Walter Savage Landor
... E'en as those piteous words she spoke, They struck a fearful "snag" Their grips they lost, And both were ...
— The Adventure of Two Dutch Dolls and a 'Golliwogg' • Bertha Upton
... Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow: What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had trained her pace,— A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew; E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread: What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue,—- Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener ...
— The Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... submissive thought. Oh! for the holy quiet of thy breast, Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying, Thou whose calm soul was like a well-spring, lying So deep and still in its transparent rest, That e'en when noontide burns upon the hills, Some one bright solemn star all its lone ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff
... king, and son of Anacyndaraxes, In one day built Anchiale and Tarsus: Eat, drink, and love, the rest's not worth e'en this.' ...
— The Works of Lord Byron - Poetry, Volume V. • Lord Byron
... heard, "Lo! strike, if this bosom thou desirest, O youth; or wouldest thou rather under the neck, here is this throat prepared." But he at once resolved and unresolved through pity of the virgin, cuts with the sword the passage of her breath; and fountains of blood burst forth. But she, e'en in death, showed much care to fall decently, and to veil from the eyes of men what ought to be concealed. But after that she breathed forth her spirit under the fatal blow, not one of the Greeks exercised the same offices; ...
— The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume I. • Euripides
... burn I e'en must juist paidle in it," retorted Tony, deliberately forswearing herself. ...
— The Best British Short Stories of 1922 • Edward J. O'Brien and John Cournos, editors
... his cronies, with whom at ordinary times he would have held a jolly crack, he now hurried by with a mere "Gude-e'en, neebor," and when he saw the minister coming that way he crossed the road rather than speak to ...
— Tom, The Bootblack - or, The Road to Success • Horatio Alger
... word, Master Leonard, you speak so well, that I must e'en tell the truth. I brought you an apple, as a prize for good conduct in school. But I met by the way a poor donkey, and some one beat him for eating a thistle; so I thought I would make it up by giving him the apple. Ought I only to have given him ...
— International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, - No. 3, Oct. 1, 1850 • Various
... in the room a coxcomb came, To scan the work with praise or blame. He with a glance its worth descried; 'Ye gods! A masterpiece' he cried. 'Ah, what a foot! what skilled details, E'en to the painting of the nails! A living Mars is here revealed, What skill—what art in light and shade— Both in the helmet and the shield, And ...
— Frederick The Great and His Family • L. Muhlbach
... the clouds lasted, and a sudden breeze Ruffled the boughs, they on my head at once Dropp'd the collected shower; and some most false, False and fair foliaged as the Manchineel, Have tempted me to slumber in their shade E'en mid the storm; then breathing subtlest damps, Mix'd their own venom with the rain from Heaven, That I woke poison'd! But, all praise to Him Who gives us all things, more have yielded me Permanent ...
— The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 • James Gillman
... dead of night to the gallows, whereon the three malefactors were hanging. One arm of the crossbeams was still untenanted. 'By my soul, mon,' cried Gilderoy to the Lord of Session, 'as this gibbet is built to break people's craigs, and is not uniform without another, I must e'en hang you upon the vacant beam.' And straightway the Lord of Session swung in the moonlight, and Gilderoy had cracked his black and ...
— A Book of Scoundrels • Charles Whibley
... they're reasonable, whether or no, and convinces of folks agin' their will. I think, after all, belike you oughter be a lawyer, if so be you'd turn a judge and jury round your finger as easy as you turn other people. I'll e'en larn of you, Ishmael, though it do look rum like for an old man like me to go to school to a boy ...
— Ishmael - In the Depths • Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth
... hot-cheeked reveller, tossing down the wine, To join the chorus pealing "Auld lang syne"; The gentle maid, whose azure eye grows dim, While Heaven is listening to her evening hymn; The jewelled beauty, when her steps draw near The circling dance and dazzling chandelier; E'en trembling age, when Spring's renewing air Waves the thin ringlets of his silvered hair;— All, all are glowing with the inward flame, Whose wider halo wreathes the poet's name, While, unenbalmed, the silent dreamer dies, His memory passing ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... woo a fair maid, Should 'prentice himself to the trade; And study all day, In methodical way, How to flatter, cajole, and persuade. He should 'prentice himself at fourteen And practise from morning to e'en; And when he's of age, If he will, I'll engage, He may capture the heart of a queen! It is purely a matter of skill, Which all may attain if they will: But every Jack He must study the knack If he wants to make sure of ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... said to the rest, "and give this little chap a cast over the pack, for Mother Carey's sake. We've eaten blubber enough for to-day, and we'll e'en work out a bit of our time by helping ...
— The Water-Babies - A Fairy Tale for a Land-Baby • Charles Kingsley
... opinion is quite right," said Davenport. "There's no doubt about the thoroughness and consistency of Scott's characters." He took one of the books, and turned over the leaves, while Mr. Bud looked on with brightened eyes. "Andrew Fairservice—there's a character. 'Gude e'en—gude e'en t' ye'—how patronizing his first salutation! 'She's a wild slip, that'—there you have Diana Vernon sketched by the old servant in a touch. And what a scene this is, where Diana rides with Frank to the hilltop, shows ...
— The Mystery of Murray Davenport - A Story of New York at the Present Day • Robert Neilson Stephens
... to judge the baronet, E'en though he shaded all my brighter life; My duty bids me all the past forget, For he has given me a loving wife. So be it mine all passions to control, And speed me home to ...
— The Song of the Exile—A Canadian Epic • Wilfred S. Skeats
... o'er the woods; Thy distant landscape, touch'd with yellow hue While falls the lengthen'd gleam; thy winding floods, Now veil'd in shade, save where the skiff's white sails Swell to the breeze, and catch thy streaming ray. But now, e'en now!—the partial vision fails, And the wave smiles, as sweeps the cloud away! Emblem of life!—Thus checquer'd is its plan, Thus joy succeeds to grief—thus smiles the ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... of the better part That lies in human kind— A gleam of light still flickereth In e'en the darkest mind; The savage with his club of war, The sage so mild and good, Are linked in firm, eternal bonds Of common brotherhood. Despair not! Oh despair not, then, For through this world so wide, No nature is so demon-like, But there's ...
— Friends and Neighbors - or Two Ways of Living in the World • Anonymous
... walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide; By land, by water, they renew the charge; They stop the chariot and they board the barge: No place is sacred, not the church is free, E'en Sunday ...
— Alexander Pope - English Men of Letters Series • Leslie Stephen
... known among me as his deeds attest; * Which make noble origin manifest: Backbite not, lest other men bit thy back; * Who saith aught, the same shall to him be addrest: Shun immodest words and indecent speech * When thou speakest in earnest or e'en in jest.[FN229] We bear with the dog which behaves itself * But the lion is chained lest he prove a pest: And the desert carcases swim the main * While union-pearls on the sandbank rest[FN230]: No sparrow ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 9 • Richard F. Burton
... E'en the first day he touched a blackboard's space— So the tradition of his glory lingers— Two wise professors fainted, each with face White as the chalk within his rapid fingers: All day he ciphered, at such frantic pace, ...
— Complete Poetical Works of Bret Harte • Bret Harte
... unwise: Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath. Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune. For him the sun is lab'ring in the mines, A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold: His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r, By which e'en kings and emperors are made. Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope My daughter is not indispos'd to ...
— The Revenge - A Tragedy • Edward Young
... lang blue hills makes me daft, now that I've faun i' the vale o' years. Yince I was young and could get where I wantit, but now I am auld and maun bide i' the same bit. And I'm aye thinkin' o' the waters I've been to, and the green heichs and howes and the linns that I canna win to again. I maun e'en be content wi' the Callowa, which is as guid ...
— The Moon Endureth—Tales and Fancies • John Buchan
... him, bonnie leddie. I'm a puir body, and no fit to be seen speakin' wi' the likes o' you. But O lass, ye are the Deacon's sister, and ye hae the Deacon's e'en, and for the love of the dear kind Lord, let's in and hae a word wi' him ere it be ower late. ...
— The Plays of W. E. Henley and R. L. Stevenson
... hae I the day, mother. If I was to du onything no fit i' this His warl', luikin' oot o' the e'en He gae me, wi' the han's an' feet He gae me, I wad jist deserve to be nippit oot at ance, or sent intil the ...
— The Elect Lady • George MacDonald
... draweth down; before the armed Knight With jingling bridle-rein he still doth ride; He crosseth the strong Captain in the fight; The Burgher grave he beckons from debate; He hales the Abbot by his shaven pate, Nor for the Abbess' wailing will delay; No bawling Mendicant shall say him nay; E'en to the pyx the Priest he followeth, Nor can the Leech his chilling finger stay ... There is no king more ...
— The Dance of Death • Hans Holbein
... the water. I'm a lawyer, ye see: fond of my books and my bottle, a good plea, a well-drawn deed, a crack in the Parliament House with other lawyer bodies, and perhaps a turn at the golf on a Saturday at e'en. Where do ye come in with ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 11 (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... o'erflowing Must fresh pain and smarting cause, Swift, to void the beaker going, Shall she in her watching pause. Then doth Loki Loudly cry; Shrieks of terror, Groans of horror, Breaking forth in thunder peals With his writhings scared Earth reels. Trembling and quaking, E'en high Heav'n shaking! So wears he out his awful doom, Until dread ...
— Myths of the Norsemen - From the Eddas and Sagas • H. A. Guerber
... of love. They live at ease ensconced in the branches of the trees, nestling amid green olive vines and garlands of flowers. I, only I, am exiled! Where shall I find a refuge? My rock-shelter is hedged about with prickly thorns and thistles.... E'en the wild birds of prey mate happily, only I, poor mourning dove, alone among all beings alive, dwell apart. E'en those who gorge themselves with innocent blood live tranquil in their home eyries. Alas! only ...
— The Renascence of Hebrew Literature (1743-1885) • Nahum Slouschz
... Claverhouse's party when I was seeking for some o' our ain folk to help ye out o' the hands o' the whigs; sae, being atween the deil and the deep sea, I e'en thought it best to bring him on wi' me, for he'll be wearied wi' felling folk the night, and the morn's ...
— The Proverbs of Scotland • Alexander Hislop
... the hearth hath known; The Druid fire, the curfew's tone, The log that bright at yule-tide shone, The merry sports of Hallow-e'en; Yet still where'er a home is found, Gather the warm affections round, And there the notes of mirth resound, The voice of wisdom heard between: And welcomed there with words of grace, The ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844 - Volume 23, Number 6 • Various
... errand, herself appropriating the vacated seat, he saw in it no particular design, but in his usual pleasant way commenced talking with Carrie, who brightened up so much that grandma asked "if her headache wasn't e'en-a'most well!" ...
— 'Lena Rivers • Mary J. Holmes
... is gone, and darkness reigns E'en in the realms 'above the clouds,' Ah! how can light, or tranquil peace, Shine o'er ...
— Japanese Literature - Including Selections from Genji Monogatari and Classical - Poetry and Drama of Japan • Various
... years have passed away, And altered is thy brow; And we who met so fondly once Must meet as strangers now. The friends of yore come 'round me still, But talk no more of thee, 'Twere idle e'en to wish it now, For ...
— At Last • Marion Harland
... older than you. I have lived as a rogue till I have no other nature than roguery. I doubt if I should not be a coward were I to turn soldier. I am sure I should be the most consummate of rascals were I to affect to be honest. No: I mistook myself when I talked of separation. I must e'en jog on with my old comrades, and in my old ways; till I jog into the noose hempen ...
— Paul Clifford, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... and dark, Purpled over-deep. But mark How she scatters o'er the wool Woven shapes, till it is full Of men that struggle close, complex; Short-clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks Arching high; spear, shield, and all The panoply that doth recall Mighty war, such war as e'en For Helen's sake is waged, I ween. Purple is the groundwork: good! All the field is stained with blood. Blood poured out for Helen's sake; (Thread, run on; and, shuttle, shake!) But the shapes of men that pass Are as ghosts within a glass, Woven with whiteness of the swan, Pale, ...
— Rose and Roof-Tree - Poems • George Parsons Lathrop
... morn to e'en it's naught but toiling At baking, roasting, frying, boiling, An', tho' the gentry first are stechin, Yet e'en the hall folk fill their pechan With sauce, ragouts, and sic like trashtrie, That's little short of downright wastrie. ...
— Interludes - being Two Essays, a Story, and Some Verses • Horace Smith
... crimes recorded Our histories do not tell Of a single crime more brutal, Or e'en a parallel. It was said by men of wisdom (?) "No knowledge shall they have, For if you educate a Negro You unfit ...
— Twentieth Century Negro Literature - Or, A Cyclopedia of Thought on the Vital Topics Relating - to the American Negro • Various
... glorious of th' immortal powers above— O thou of many names—mysterious Jove! For evermore almighty! Nature's source, That govern'st all things in their ordered course, All hail to thee! Since, innocent of blame, E'en mortal creatures may address thy name— For all that breathe and creep the lowly earth Echo thy being with reflected birth— Thee will I sing, thy strength for aye resound! The universe that rolls this globe around Moves wheresoe'er thy plastic influence guides, And, ductile, owns ...
— Mosaics of Grecian History • Marcius Willson and Robert Pierpont Willson
... KNICK: Were't not for reverence due From such as I to such as you, I really could not choose but swear To think that e'en a millionaire, With piles enough of brick and stone To make a city of his own, And broad domains in simple fee, Or held in pledge as mortgagee, And scrip whose outspread folds would cover His native Hesse-Darmstadt ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, May 1844 - Volume 23, Number 5 • Various
... me remain at home till there be real warfare to accomplish, and then let me come out again. This task is odious and sickening to me. Were it not that another might show more harshness and barbarity over it, I would e'en decline ...
— French and English - A Story of the Struggle in America • Evelyn Everett-Green
... "Well, well, Master Rene," he said, gruffly, "I must e'en take thy advice, and obtain speedy release from this pain, or else be found here dead ere the post be relieved. Keep thou open keen eyes and ears, and I pray that no harm may come of this my first neglect of duty in all the years that ...
— The Flamingo Feather • Kirk Munroe
... solve this hidden mystery Vainly by paths of blindness and of pain, But when I found the Way of Love and Peace, Concealment ceased, and I was blind no more: Then saw I God e'en with the ...
— The Way of Peace • James Allen
... thee, speed thee, noble charger! Speed thee faster than the wind! Stout Sir CARLOS EUAN-SMITHEZ leaves that Moorish Fez behind; Shakes its sand from off his shoes, and, having wiped the Sultan's eye, Turns his back, and takes his hook, without e'en ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, July 30, 1892 • Various
... E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God, Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flame Of right with might; and midst the rod, And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name, Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire, Piercing the ...
— Poems • Mary Baker Eddy
... when one is doubly a prisoner, prisoner to numbers and to beauty? E'en laugh at fate, and make the best of a bad job. Here, sir! Some day it shall ...
— To Have and To Hold • Mary Johnston
... an easy thing to die, E'en in the open air, Twelve hundred miles from home and friends, In a shroud of black despair. A wreath to crown the brow of man, And hide a former blot Will ever blossom o'er the waves ...
— Sinking of the Titanic - and Great Sea Disasters • Various
... my darling, And I hate these gnats in summer E'en as though they were a rabble Of vile Jews with ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... kills with Art, adorning thee with so much —grace beyond the reach of —, ease in writing comes from —, than all the gloss of —is long Artaxerxes' throne Arts and eloquence, mother of Asbourne, down thy hill, romantic Ashes to ashes —, e'en in our Askelon, publish it not in the streets of Ask, and it shall be given you Asleep, the houses seem Ass, write me down an Assurance double sure Athens, the eye of Greece Atlantean shoulders Attempt, and not ...
— Familiar Quotations • Various
... Maurie, Helen, children! how is this? I hear you, but you have no light in there. Your room is dark as Egypt. What a way For folks to visit!—Maurie, go, I pray, And order lamps." And so there came a light, And all the sweet dreams hovering around The twilight shadows flitted in affright: And e'en the music had a ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... mind of me? I have e'en great mind of thee. Who shall this marriage make? Our lord, which ...
— English Songs and Ballads • Various
... Aman. For Heaven's sake, Berinthia, tell me what way I shall take to persuade you to come and live with me. Ber. Why, one way in the world there is, and but one. Aman. And pray what is that? Ber. It is to assure me—I shall be very welcome. Aman. If that be all, you shall e'en sleep here to-night. Ber. To-night. Aman. Yes, to-night. Ber. Why, the people where I lodge will think me mad. Aman. Let 'em think what they please. Ber. Say you so, Amanda? Why, then, they shall think what they please: for I'm a young widow, ...
— Scarborough and the Critic • Sheridan
... too, so I e'en takes the oars, and pushes out, right upon Brian's track; and, by the Lord Harry! if I did not find him, upon my landing on the opposite shore, lying wallowing in his blood with his throat cut. 'Is that you, Brian?' says I, giving him a kick with my foot, to see if he was ...
— Roughing it in the Bush • Susanna Moodie
... low beneath a load Of bigotry and superstitions dark, When Liberty, amid the tottering thrones Of despots born, with gladness filled the homes Of men, e'en the Eternal City bade Her gates imperial open wide; and, like A cloud the darkness lifted from the land. Then Freedom's gentle, buoyant spirit, like The Magi's wand, extended far across The sea, and thereupon the gloomy flood Was parted ...
— See America First • Orville O. Hiestand
... never was meant: In a chest between two silken cloths 'Twas kept safely hidden with careful intent In camphor to keep out the moths. 'Twas famed far and wide through the whole countryside, From Beersheba e'en unto Dan; And often at meeting with envy 'twas eyed, My ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume I. (of X.) • Various
... rise! approach you here! Come—but molest not yon defenceless urn! Look on this spot—a nation's sepulchre! Abode of gods, whose shrines no longer burn. E'en gods must yield—religions take their turn: 'Twas Jove's—'tis Mahomet's; and other creeds Will rise with other years, till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars, his victim bleeds; Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose ...
— Childe Harold's Pilgrimage • Lord Byron
... like dry sticks girls wither away, 110 Purple the friars wax and red, Yellow and jaundiced are the lay, And lusty they whose youth is fled While the young grow weak and grey And for nothing doth He care. 115 At Coimbra when for oats they pray Of mussels enough and e'en to spare And fish likewise ...
— Four Plays of Gil Vicente • Gil Vicente
... E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend; And, plac'd on high above the storm's career, Look downward where a hundred realms appear; Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extending wide, 35 The pomp ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith • Oliver Goldsmith
... you sooner, but that I do not know myself what company I may have with me. I meant this letter longer when I begun it, but an extreme cold that I have taken lies so in my head, and makes it ache so violently, that I hardly see what I do. I'll e'en to bed as soon as I have told you ...
— The Love Letters of Dorothy Osborne to Sir William Temple, 1652-54 • Edward Abbott Parry
... wish I would not thwart, I prithee bid me play some other part Another time, and I will give thee carte Blanche to dictate; in truth aught else will be Only a trifle, Compared with versifying. I will dart, At thy behest, e'en to the public mart To buy a bonnet, or will gleefully Carry a babe through Bond Street. My sole plea Is—no more verses. Surely 'tis, sweetheart, Only ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, July 25, 1891 • Various
... back gallantly, and have not brought dishonour to the roost where ye were hatched—but more than this I will not agree to. Ye would not abide at home, as I desired, and this therefore is no longer a home for you; ye would not be content to be forgers of weapons, but ye must e'en use them too, and ye have had your way. Now, lads, I must have my way; and for the rest of the time I must have it alone. This is no longer your home, lads, and I m no longer your master. Ye would be soldiers when I did not wish it; now let ye be soldiers, ...
— La Vendee • Anthony Trollope
... at her mischievously, and laughed aloud. "Better a grape for me than two figs for thee. Dost know the old proverb, Aunt Jeanne? Thou hadst thy figs; I will e'en pluck the grape." ...
— Between Whiles • Helen Hunt Jackson
... the past! Henceforth flowers shall bloom upon the surface Of your dwellings. The lilac in the spring Shall blossom, and the sweet briar shall exhale Its fragrant smell. E'en the drooping fuchsia Shall not be wanting to adorn your tombs; While the weeping willow, pointing downwards, Speaks significantly to the living, That a grave ...
— In Search Of Gravestones Old And Curious • W.T. (William Thomas) Vincent
... the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit rest thee now! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. ...
— Eric, or Little by Little • Frederic W. Farrar
... Cadmus from old time, I know, I 2 Hath woe on woe, Age following age, the living on the dead, Fresh sorrow falling on each new-ris'n head, None freed by God from ruthless overthrow. E'en now a smiling light Was spreading to our sight O'er one last fibre of a blasted tree,— When, lo! the dust of cruel death, Tribute of Gods beneath, And wildering thoughts, and fate-born ecstasy, Quench the ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
... thousands of years his broad current has rolled! Gaze over that forest of opaline hue, With a heaven above it of glorious blue, And say is there scene, in this beautiful world, Where Nature more gaily her flag has unfurled? Or think'st thou, that e'en in the regions of bliss, There's a landscape more truly ...
— The Wild Huntress - Love in the Wilderness • Mayne Reid
... my dear friend being absent. It is barren indeed. English Harbour I hate the sight of, and Windsor I detest. I went once up the hill to look at the spot where I spent more happy days than in any one spot in the world. E'en the trees drooped their heads, and the tamarind tree died:—all was melancholy: the road is covered with thistles; let them grow. I shall never pull one of them up." His regard for this attractive woman seems ...
— The Life of Nelson, Vol. I (of 2) - The Embodiment of the Sea Power of Great Britain • A. T. (Alfred Thayer) Mahan
... fate, thou art a lobster, but not dead! Silently dost thou grab, e'en as the cop Nabs the poor hobo, sneaking from a shop With some rich geezer's tile upon his head. By thy fake propositions are we led To get quite chesty, when it's buff! kerflop!! We take a tumble and the cog-wheels stop, Leaving the patient ...
— The Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum • Wallace Irwin
... my God, to thee, Nearer to thee; E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to ...
— Indian Methodist Hymn-book • Various
... and loud moans, Resounded through the air pierced by no star, That e'en I wept at entering. Various tongues, Horrible languages, outcries of woe, Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse, With hands together smote that swell'd the sounds, Made up a tumult, that for ever whirls Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 57, No. 351, January 1845 • Various
... be deemed, e'en from the cradle, fit To rule in politics as well as wit: The grave, the gay, the fopling, and the dunce, Start up (God bless ...
— Western Characters - or Types of Border Life in the Western States • J. L. McConnel
... this lady (she is not my wife; She is our guest—our honor'd guest, my mother) To the poor chamber, where the sleep of virtue Never, beneath my father's honest roof, E'en villains dared to mar! Now, lady, now I think thou wilt believe me. Go, ...
— Standard Selections • Various
... dar'st thou, Peasant, give thy Pen this Loose? Becomes it thee thus madly to traduce? The Great, the Low, the Virtuous, and the Base, Alike are grown thy Subject of Disgrace. Safe in thy Weakness, thou defi'st a Foe; E'en (b) Cibber's Cudgel scorn'd to stoop so low. The Mercy of the Law restrains thy Fears; Coventry's Act secures thy Nose and Ears. Yet there remains, to fill thy Soul with Care, A Blanket to ...
— Two Poems Against Pope - One Epistle to Mr. A. Pope and the Blatant Beast • Leonard Welsted
... myself to the hearing of another excellent jest; but what it might have been I know not, for the entrance of a young labourer, an old acquaintance of my own, with whom he had business, cut it short. "Aleck," he said, "get ready to set out for the fair upon the morn's e'en; and, Aleck, my man, keep yoursell out o' drink and fechtin'—and, my bonny man, I'm saying, the neist time ye gang a-courtin' to the Grange (I pricked up my ears all at once), see that ye're no ta'en for ane o' thae rebel ...
— Tales from Blackwood, Volume 7 • Various
... disappear, What in our world endureth here? E'en should this day it oblivion be rolled, 'Twas only a vision that ...
— The Religions of Japan - From the Dawn of History to the Era of Meiji • William Elliot Griffis
... I oft my dinner took, Nay, met e'en Horace Twiss to please him: Yet Mister Barnes traduc'd my Book, For which may his own devils ...
— A Publisher and His Friends • Samuel Smiles
... wanders groping in a shadowy land, Hearing strange things that none can understand. Now after many days and nights had passed, The queen, his mother well-beloved, at last, Being sad at heart because his heart was sad, Would e'en be told what hidden cause he had To be cast down in so mysterious wise: And he, beholding by her tearful eyes How of his grief she was compassionate, No more a secret made thereof, but straight Discovered to her all about his dream— The ...
— The Poems of William Watson • William Watson
... to part, So let that parting be in peace: We've not been angered much in heart, But e'en that little soon ...
— The Memories of Fifty Years • William H. Sparks
... breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, And deny himself for Jove, Turning ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... tree, These tufts, where sleeps the gloaming clock, And wakes the earliest bee! As spirits from eternal day Look down on earth, secure, Look here, and wonder, and survey A world in miniature: A world not scorned by Him who made E'en weakness by his might; But solemn in his depth of shade, And splendid in his light. Light!—not alone on clouds afar, O'er storm-loved mountains spread, Or widely teaching sun and star, Thy glorious thoughts are read; ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 20, No. - 581, Saturday, December 15, 1832 • Various
... too, appeared, a man austere, The instinct of whose nature was to kill; The wrath of God he preached from year to year, And read with fervor Edwards on the Will; His favorite pastime was to slay the deer In Summer on some Adirondack hill; E'en now, while walking down the rural lane, He lopped the way-side lilies ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 12, No. 74, December, 1863 • Various
... "bad eneugh news, I think;—an we can carry through the yowes, it will be a' we can do; we maun e'en leave the lambs to the ...
— The Black Dwarf • Sir Walter Scott
... I hear you say you want my best? With nothing less—will you be satisfied? You add you'll follow where I choose to lead, Though all forsake, e'en to be crucified. ...
— Fifteen Years With The Outcast • Mrs. Florence (Mother) Roberts
... their promise? Turned they the vessel's prow Unto Acre, Alexandria, as they have sworn e'en now? Not so: from Oran northwards the white sails gleam and glance, And the wild hawk of the desert ...
— Ballads • William Makepeace Thackeray
... not yet created shall o'er-read; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead: You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen, Where breath most breathes, e'en in the mouth ...
— Biographia Literaria • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... our young men; and our maids were little softer; e'en such as Bow-may is (and kind is she withal), and it seemed in very sooth as if the Spirit of the Wolf was with us, and the roughness of the Waste made us fierce; and law we had not and heeded not, though love was ...
— The Roots of the Mountains • William Morris
... "E'en as the rise of the tide is told, By drift-wood on the beach, So can our pen mark on the page How ...
— The Woman with a Stone Heart - A Romance of the Philippine War • Oscar William Coursey
... While in their youth, With spirit meek, The way of truth. To them the sacred scriptures now display Christ as the only true and living way; His precious blood on Calvary was given To make them heirs of endless bliss in Heaven. And e'en on earth the child of God can trace The glorious blessings of the Saviour's grace. For them He bore His Father's frown; For them He wore The thorny Crown; Nailed to the Cross, Endured its pain, That his life's loss Might be their gain. Then haste to choose That better part, Nor dare ...
— The Life of Jesus Christ for the Young • Richard Newton
... frankly; "diversion, and the game of life as it is played elsewhere than in the lanes of Essex. I have seen enough in one afternoon to excite a thirst which can only be allayed by drinking from the same fountain. So no more talk of Essex, or even of lands beyond the seas. I will e'en get you to write a letter to my mother, telling her that I am safely arrived in London town; and knowing that, she must make herself easy, for I was never one who could easily wield a pen. I was always readier with the ...
— Tom Tufton's Travels • Evelyn Everett-Green
... sure of that, Mary; but I've played him one trick this morning for his own good, and if you won't help me to play another, e'en let it alone—all have their weak side,—that abstract idea of truth you ...
— Edward Barnett; a Neglected Child of South Carolina, Who Rose to Be a Peer of Great Britain,—and the Stormy Life of His Grandfather, Captain Williams • Tobias Aconite
... that tore you hence, My innocent and good! Not e'en the tigress of the wild, Thus ...
— The Liberty Minstrel • George W. Clark
... Nimes, Le Puy, Perigueux, Carcassonne, and Poitiers than to those of the Midi. Is it that the days of cheap travel and specially conducted tours, when ten or fifteen guineas will take one to the Swiss or Italian lakes, or e'en to Rome and Florence, has caused this apparent neglect of the country lying between? Certainly our forefathers travelled more wisely, but then prices and means of locomotion were on quite a different scale in those days, and not infrequently they were obliged ...
— The Cathedrals of Northern France • Francis Miltoun
... hath a greater power than I, Whose slaves the wild stags be, And golden hair like this might snare E'en the wild ...
— The Book of Saints and Friendly Beasts • Abbie Farwell Brown
... soon as ever you are fit. To-morrow, perhaps. To-day you must e'en be patient. Patience is ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 104, June, 1866 • Various
... thou art! Yet thy poor bosom heaves no sigh; E'en now thy dimpling cheeks impart Their knowledge of some pleasure ...
— Poems • Sir John Carr
... power, with thine compared, How blank and void, how frail and fleeting! Thou hast not paused e'en o'er their tombs To give their mighty spirits greeting; But onward still with untired wing, Regardless thou 'rt thy flight pursuing, Unseen, alas! till thou art past, While o'er our heads ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, February 1844 - Volume 23, Number 2 • Various
... a Fastern's E'en (Shrovetide) assembly, at which the whole fashion of Edinburgh attended, full and frequent, and when Lady Bothwell had a seat amongst the lady patronesses, that one of the attendants on the company whispered into her ear, that a gentleman ...
— Waverley Volume XII • Sir Walter Scott
... left to make way in the crowd. Hal was thrown down, and the child thrust away till they feared she had fallen over the bank. Hob and his wife were fain to get the poor man away, for his moans and fierce words were awful: and he was not a little hurt in the scuffle, so I e'en gave them leave to lay him in the cart that brought up your reverence's vestments, and the gear we lent the Abbey for ...
— The Prince and the Page • Charlotte M. Yonge
... The French accent and occasional French phrases with which the Squire spoke, made him contract his brow more and more, and at last, just as Eustace came up, he walked slowly away, grumbling to himself, "Well, have it e'en your own way, I am too old for your gay French fashions. It was not so in Humfrey Harwood's time, when— But the world has gone after the French now! Sir Reginald has brought home as many Gascon ...
— The Lances of Lynwood • Charlotte M. Yonge
... is no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman, on whom I built An absolute trust. O worthiest cousin, (addressing himself to Macbeth.) The sin of my Ingratitude e'en now Was great ...
— Hazlitt on English Literature - An Introduction to the Appreciation of Literature • Jacob Zeitlin
... near the sun The stars are unseen, every one, While from its base within the valley Their festal pomp is e'en now begun; ...
— Song-waves • Theodore H. Rand
... myself at the sight of this money: "O drug!" said I, aloud, "what art thou good for? Thou art not worth to me - no, not the taking off the ground; one of those knives is worth all this heap; I have no manner of use for thee - e'en remain where thou art, and go to the bottom as a creature whose life is not worth saying." However, upon second thoughts I took it away; and wrapping all this in a piece of canvas, I began to think of making another raft; ...
— Robinson Crusoe • Daniel Defoe
... the raging billows' force can stay, No triple dike, but e'en it easily My waves can crush, When rolls along their mass with ...
— The Magnificent Lovers (Les Amants magnifiques) • Moliere
... hae gentle forms an' meet, A man wi' half a look may see; An' gracefu' airs, an' faces sweet, An' waving curls aboon the bree; An' smiles as soft as the young rose-bud, An' e'en sae pauky, bright, an' rare, Wad lure the laverock frae the clud— But, laddie, seek to ken nae mair! O, ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... the bottom of the ditch shall lie; And know, the world no other shall confess, While I have crab-tree, life, or letter-press.' Scar'd at the menace, authors fearful grew, Poor Virtue trembled, and e'en Vice look'd blue." ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 3, No. 20, June, 1859 • Various
... feast—well he knew the woeful sign— Sickened then his stomach at the sight of food, Yet hard pressed, he urged him to the hateful task, Made pretence of eating slow the while his brain Rapidly was planning to escape his doom. Weapons none had he, e'en gone the ivory compass And the pistol that erstwhile had terrified Superstitious foes, the bullets long since hid In the breast of more than ...
— Pocahontas. - A Poem • Virginia Carter Castleman
... all things change and nought abides, Oh life, the long mutation—is it so? Is it with life as with the body's change?— Where, e'en tho' better follow, good ...
— Huntingtower • John Buchan
... rising, "if he won't come to see me, I'll e'en go and see him. Besides, I have a great desire to witness their proceedings at this temple of theirs. Will you go with ...
— The Coral Island • R.M. Ballantyne
... ne'er breathed the word before; And seldom as we've met and briefly spoken, There are such spiritual passings to and fro 'Twixt thee and me—though I alone may suffer— As make me know this love blends with my life; Must branch with it, bud, blossom, put forth fruit, Nor end e'en when its last husks strew the grave, Whence we together ...
— The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Christopher Marlowe
... Baba, with sudden gravity, "that those who stand by a falling man must e'en fall ...
— The Pirate City - An Algerine Tale • R.M. Ballantyne
... thou demandest, Thee, thou reprobate monster, yes, thee, of all criminals blackest! Aid me. I suffer the tortures of death, everlasting, avenging! Once, in the times gone by, I with furious hatred could hate thee: Now I can hate thee no more! E'en this is the sharpest ...
— Autobiography • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
... Rascals, and so expensive in blew Beer, that they are forced to put a double Price on every thing goes to Market; so that no Body will deal with them. Indeed, if it incenses them, that Betty won't buy, burn her own Goods and take off theirs, they must e'en turn the Buckle behind. Blanch will be wiser, for her own sake, than lay Stresses on her Sister, from whom she gets more than by all the World beside, only to humour a Set of grumbling Churls, who don't know what they would be at; and so extremely senseless, that it's Matter ...
— The True Life of Betty Ireland • Anonymous
... on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now; E'en while with us thy footsteps trode, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow home beneath, Soul to its place on high; They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear ...
— Excellent Women • Various
... every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it; The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it; And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well,— The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in ...
— The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics • Various
... spoken of Sykes the other night. Last night I came upon a crowd in Oxford Street, and the nucleus of it was no other than Sykes himself very drunk and disorderly, in the grip of two policemen. Nothing could be done for him; I was useless as bail; he e'en had to sleep in the cell. But I went this morning to see what would become of him. Such a spectacle when they brought him forward! It was only five shillings fine, and to my astonishment he produced the money. I joined ...
— New Grub Street • George Gissing
... fancy I doubt if he dreamed, That time in its changes that wears rocky shores, Should change what so changeless certainly seemed, Till Merdle, Jack Merdle, would own twenty stores, Much more own a bank, e'en the horse that he rode, Or pay half the debts of ...
— Nothing to Eat • Horatio Alger [supposed]
... friend they love is nigh, For I am known to them, both great and small. The flower that on the lonely hillside grows Expects me there when spring its bloom has given; And many a tree and bush my wanderings knows, And e'en the clouds and silent stars of heaven; For he who with his Maker walks aright, Shall be their lord as Adam was before; His ear shall catch each sound with new delight, Each object wear the dress that then it wore; And he, as when erect in soul he stood, Hear from his Father's ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 3 (of 4) • Various
... I the morning's wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main; E'en there, in earth's remotest land, I still should find ...
— Parker's Second Reader • Richard G. Parker
... understood And purposes, that now possess A friend of mine; and his no less. And if he takes me rightly, say His coming will devour the way, Though that fair girl should bid him stay, And round his neck her arms should throw, And cry, Oh, do not, do not go!— That girl, who, if the truth be told, E'en in her heart of hearts doth hold And cherish such sweet love—since he First read to her of Cybele, "Great Queen of Dindymus" the tale Begun. Oh, then she did inhale The living breath of love, whose heat Into her very life doth eat. Thy passion I can well excuse, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 61, No. 380, June, 1847 • Various
... gods their rich blessing to shower, As he stumps our great nation to get into power; E'en now from old Ireland he cravenly begs, That she will assist him to get ...
— Revised Edition of Poems • William Wright |
