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"Where'er" Quotes from Famous Books



... dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found His warmest welcome at ...
— Familiar Quotations • Various

... we 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 we downhearted? No, ...
— Private Peat • Harold R. Peat

... as golden dreams, Whose loveliness hath perish'd; Wild dreams of hope, in human hearts Too heavenly to be cherish'd. Yet, oh! where'er our lot is cast, The love that once hath bound us— The thought that looks to days long past, Will ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume V. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various

... Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove, No calmer strand, No sweeter land, Will e'er ye view, than the Land ...
— John Marr and Other Poems • Herman Melville

... feareth Less upon the trusted oak, Mans the helm himself and jeereth At the wild wind's sportive stroke. Tighter now the sail he fastens, Fleeter o'er the water skims, Straight to westward fearless hastens, Goes where'er the billow swims. ...
— Fridthjof's Saga • Esaias Tegner

... she fain would speak with me, Now I for my sins atone Since me now she will not see. How am I now woe-begone! Now I for my sins atone 700 Since she says it may not be, Through the world will I begone Where'er fortune carry me. How am ...
— Four Plays of Gil Vicente • Gil Vicente

... air the venomed Javelin shoots; Here the Par[e]as, moving on its tail, Marks in the sand its progress by its trail; The speckled Cenchris darts its devious way, Its skin with spots as Theban marble gay; The hissing Sib[i]la; and Basilisk, With whom no living thing its life would risk, Where'er it moves none else would dare remain, Tyrant alike ...
— Character Sketches of Romance, Fiction and the Drama - A Revised American Edition of the Reader's Handbook, Vol. 3 • E. Cobham Brewer

... Bulwark, and bartisan, and line, 45 And bastion, tower, and vantage-coign: Above the booming ocean leant The far-projecting battlement; The billows burst, in ceaseless flow, Upon the precipice below. 50 Where'er Tantallon faced the land, Gate-works, and walls, were strongly mann'd; No need upon the sea-girt side; The steepy rock, and frantic tide, Approach of human step denied; 55 And thus these lines, and ramparts rude, Were left in ...
— Marmion • Sir Walter Scott

... where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set ...
— Indian Methodist Hymn-book • Various

... 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 ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IX - Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig • Various

... advances pow'r: Till conquest unresisted ceas'd to please, And rights submitted, left him none to seize. At length his sov'reign frowns—the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate. Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye, His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly; Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate, The regal palace, the luxurious ...
— English Satires • Various

... dress'd, The shallow thing his fortune bless'd; With 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

... Saw, where'er her eye might range, Herself the only child of change; And heard her echoed footfall chime Between Oblivion ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith

... born at last I can pause a little; now that thou art in the world, each moment is dear enough to me to linger over it, and I have no desire to call up the second moment, since it will drive me away from the first. "Where'er thou art are love and goodness, where'er thou art is nature too." Now I shall wait till thou writest me again, "Pray go on with thy story." Then I shall first ask, "Well, where did we leave off?" and then I shall tell thee of thy grandparents, thy dreams, ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VII. • Various

... sphere of that appalling fray! For, from the encounter of those wond'rous foes, A vapor like the sea's suspended spray Hung gathered; in the void air, far away, Floated the shattered plumes; bright scales did leap, Where'er the eagle's talons made their way, Like sparks into the darkness; as they sweep, Blood stains the snowy foam of the ...
— Life of Cicero - Volume One • Anthony Trollope

... think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, In thinking too of thee: Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851. • Various

... resplendent is the Godhead shown; "Thy words persuade, my soul enraptur'd feels "Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals." Ardent she spoke, and, kindling at her charms, She clasp'd the blooming goddess in her arms. Infinite Love where'er we turn our eyes Appears: this ev'ry creature's wants supplies; This most is heard in Nature's constant voice, This makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice; This bids the fost'ring rains and dews descend ...
— Religious and Moral Poems • Phillis Wheatley

... Preserve, sweet Buds, where'er you be; The richest gem that decks a Wife; The charm of female modesty: And let sweet ...
— Rural Tales, Ballads, and Songs • Robert Bloomfield

... this castle comes And goes where'er the will Of him who holds the rule within Shall bid, his ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller

... hecatombs produced as thou To Jove the Thund'rer, him entreating still That he would grant thee a serene old age, And to instruct, thyself, thy glorious son. 460 Yet thus the God requites thee, cutting off All hope of thy return—oh ancient sir! Him too, perchance, where'er he sits a guest Beneath some foreign roof, the women taunt, As all these shameless ones have taunted thee, Fearing whose mock'ry thou forbidd'st their hands This office, which Icarius' daughter wise To me enjoins, and which I, glad perform. Yes, I will wash thy feet; both ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer

... remember me, Willie, On land where'er ye be; And O, think on the leal, leal heart, That ne'er luvit ane but thee! And O, think on the cauld, cauld mools That file my yellow hair, That kiss the cheek, and kiss the chin Ye never ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 3 - Sorrow and Consolation • Various

... Alas! where'er the current tends, Regret pursues and with it blends,— Huge Criffel's hoary top ascends By Skiddaw seen, Neighbours we were, and loving friends We might ...
— Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland A.D. 1803 • Dorothy Wordsworth

... 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 way, Starts ...
— Mazelli, and Other Poems • George W. Sands

... lawns and gardens known far and wide; that the Gopher Prairie schools and public library, in its neat and commodious building, were celebrated throughout the state; that the Gopher Prairie mills made the best flour in the country; that the surrounding farm lands were renowned, where'er men ate bread and butter, for their incomparable No. 1 Hard Wheat and Holstein-Friesian cattle; and that the stores in Gopher Prairie compared favorably with Minneapolis and Chicago in their abundance of luxuries and necessities and the ever-courteous attention of the skilled ...
— Main Street • Sinclair Lewis

... knight to be her husband. My royal word is given, and I will keep it; therefore have I brought you here to meet her." Sir Kay burst out with, "What? Ask me perchance to wed this foul quean? I'll none of her. Where'er I get my wife from, were it from the fiend himself, this hideous hag shall never be mine." "Peace, Sir Kay," sternly said the king; "you shall not abuse this poor lady as well as refuse her. Mend your speech, ...
— Hero-Myths & Legends of the British Race • Maud Isabel Ebbutt

... where'er thy pillowed head Rests lonely for the brother who has gone, To fix thy gaze on Freedom's chrysolite, Which rueful fate can neither crack nor mar, And, hand in hand indissolubly bound To thy next fellow, hand and purpose one, Stretch thus, a living wall, from the rock coast ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 84, October, 1864 - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various

... thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of thy praise, And spread the savour of thy Name Where'er I spend my days. ...
— Hymns and Spiritual Songs • Isaac Watts

... beauty unsurpassed, Are conjured by that word That thrills a Briton's heart where'er The English tongue ...
— Home Lyrics • Hannah. S. Battersby

... all you young maidens, where'er you reside, Beware of the cowboy who swings the raw-hide; He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go In the spring up the trail on his ...
— Cowboy Songs - and Other Frontier Ballads • Various

... king, who ne'er retreats, The Englishman in England beats. Death through Northumberland is spread From battleaxe and broad spearhead. Through Scotland with his spears he rides; To Man his glancing ships he guides: Feeding the wolves where'er he came, The young king drove a bloody game. The gallant bowmen in the isles Slew foemen, who lay heaped in piles. The Irish fled at Olaf's name— Fled from a young king seeking fame. In Bretland, and in Cumberland, People against him could ...
— Heimskringla - The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway • Snorri Sturluson

... organised and national; a new fifth of November had been sprung upon the calendar. Around me I saw the emblematic watchwords of the great party I had once led to triumph: "Imperium et Libertas," "Peace with Honour," "England shall reign where'er the sun," and other mottoes of a like kind; and on them also the floral disease had spread itself. The air grew thick and heavy with its sick-room odour. Doctor, I ...
— Angels & Ministers • Laurence Housman

... "Where'er my husband dear is led, Or journeys of his own free will, I too must go, though darkness spread Across my path, portending ill, 'Tis thus my duty I have read! If I am wrong, oh! with me bear; But do not bid me backward tread My way forlorn,—for I can dare All things but that; ah! ...
— Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan • Toru Dutt

... Where'er luxuriant Nature spread Her flowery carpet o'er the mead, Or bubbling stream's soft gliding pass To cool and freshen up the grass, Disdaining bounds, he cropped the blade, And wantoned in the ...
— Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse • Various

... again, my good lord, I desire, For I wish not to keep it a minute, What belongs to a Nelson, where'er there's a fire, Is sure to ...
— History of English Humour, Vol. 2 (of 2) • Alfred Guy Kingan L'Estrange

... Triton, and the sea-green train Of beauteous nymphs, the daughters of the main, Clear from the rocks the vessels with their hands: The god himself with ready trident stands, And opes the deep, and spreads the moving sands; Then heaves them off the shoals. Where'er he guides His finny coursers and in triumph rides, The waves unruffle and the sea subsides. As, when in tumults rise th' ignoble crowd, Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud; And stones and ...
— The Aeneid • Virgil

... 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 good and evil, since ...
— Paradise Lost • John Milton

... are," answered Bothwell; "you look like a fellow that would stick to brandy—help thyself, man; all's free where'er I come.— Tom, help the maid to a comfortable cup, though she's but a dirty jilt neither. Fill round once more—Here's to our noble commander, Colonel Graham of Claverhouse!—What the devil is the old woman groaning for? She looks as very a ...
— Old Mortality, Complete, Illustrated • Sir Walter Scott

... Where'er that place be priests ca' hell, Whence a' the tones o' mis'ry yell, And ranked plagues their numbers tell, In dreadfu' raw, Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st the bell, Amang ...
— The Humourous Poetry of the English Language • James Parton

... Where'er thy navy spreads her canvas wings, Homage to thee, and peace to all she brings; The French and Spaniard, when thy flags appear, Forget their hatred, and consent to fear. So Jove from Ida did both hosts survey, And when he pleased to ...
— Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham • Edmund Waller; John Denham

... saucy cavalier, Bold as a lion when no danger's near, They say I seek their country for myself, To fill my bursting bags with plunder'd pelf; They say with goose's, not with eagle's wing, I wish to soar, and make myself a king. Dutchmen! to you I came, I saw, I sav'd: Where'er my staff, my bear, my banner wav'd, The daunted Spaniard fled without a blow, And bloodless chaplets crown'd my conquering brow. Dutchmen! with minds more stagnant than your pools, (But in reproachful words more knaves than fools), You will not see, nor own the debt you owe To him who conquers ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 204, September 24, 1853 • Various

... Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravel'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove ...
— Lives of the English Poets - From Johnson to Kirke White, Designed as a Continuation of - Johnson's Lives • Henry Francis Cary

... thy classic shades and shrines, We love thy murm'ring elms and pines; Where'er our future homes shall be, Our hearts, our ...
— The University of Michigan • Wilfred Shaw

... 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 ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff

... wish that Lapo, thou, and I, Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend A magic ship, whose charmed sails should fly With winds at will where'er our thoughts might wend, So that no change nor any evil chance Should mar our joyous voyage; but it might be That even satiety should still enhance Between our souls their strict community: And that the bounteous wizard then would place Vanna ...
— The Harbours of England • John Ruskin

... 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 ...
— Of The Nature of Things • [Titus Lucretius Carus] Lucretius

... the flying fawn, In vain he tries the covert of the brakes, Or deep beneath the trembling thicket shakes; Sure of the vapor* in the tainted dews, The certain hound his various maze pursues. Thus step by step, where'er the Trojan wheel'd, There swift Achilles compass'd round the field. Oft as to reach the Dardan* gates he bends, And hopes the assistance of his pitying friends, (Whose showering arrows, as he coursed below, From the high turrets might oppress the foe), ...
— Journeys Through Bookland - Volume Four • Charles H. Sylvester

... his head. As a Frenchman I should shoot him like a wolf where'er I saw him; and so I would now were I not Count Frontenac's ambassador and in ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker

... gentleman would laugh, And bless me with a penny. Hark! 't is a footstep that I hear; A stranger is approaching; I must away-were I found here I should be thought encroaching. One last, last look-my old, old home! One memory more of childhood! I'll not forget, where'er I roam, This homestead ...
— Town and Country, or, Life at Home and Abroad • John S. Adams

... mast should quiver as a reed, and the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, still must I on; for I am as a weed flung from the rocks on Ocean's foam to sail, where'er secession breeds, or treason's works prevail,'"—added Seth, altering the verse to ...
— The Drummer Boy • John Trowbridge

... fair those locks which now the light wind stirs! What eyes she has, and what a perfect arm! And yet methinks that little laugh of hers— That little laugh—is still her crowning charm. Where'er she passes, countryside or town, The streets make festa and the fields rejoice. Should sorrow come, as 'twill, to cast me down, Or Death, as come he must, to hush my voice, Her laugh would wake me just as now it thrills me— That little, giddy ...
— In the Name of the Bodleian and Other Essays • Augustine Birrell

... the whole company]. I go to scale the Future's possibilities! Farewell! [Softly to SVANHILD. God bless thee, bride of my life's dawn, Where'er I be, to nobler ...
— Love's Comedy • Henrik Ibsen

... grace; And sun-tanned August, with her swarthy charms, The beautiful and rich; and pastoral, gay September, with her pomp of fields and farms; And wild November's sybilline array;— In spite of Beauty's calendar, the Year Garlands with Beauty's prize the bonny May. Where'er she goes, fair Nature hath no peer, And months do love ...
— Life and Remains of John Clare - "The Northamptonshire Peasant Poet" • J. L. Cherry

... was a form of Life and Light, That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye, The Morning-star ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 • Lord Byron

... sweet home! To that sweet place where youth was passed our thoughts will turn; Sweet, sweet home! Will send the blood to flaming face, and hearts will burn. Sweet, sweet home! It binds us to our native land where'er we roam, No land so fair, no sky so blue, As those we find when back we come ...
— Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks - A Picture of New England Home Life • Charles Felton Pidgin

... billows fierce I force to yield, Beneath the wisdom of the power I wield; And everywhere I let the sailors bold Where'er they list their trading ...
— The Magnificent Lovers (Les Amants magnifiques) • Moliere

... praise o'erpast who strove to hide Beneath the warrior's vest affection's wound, Whose wish Heaven for his country's weal denied; Danger and fate he sought, but glory found. From clime to clime, where'er war's trumpets sound, The wanderer went; yet Caledonia! still Thine was his thought in march and tented ground; He dreamed 'mid Alpine cliffs of Athole's hill, And heard in Ebro's roar ...
— Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott • Sir Walter Scott

... unfriended, melancholy 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 ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, July 30, 1892 • Various

... the fields, the streams, The wild flowers fresh and sweet, And yet I love no less than these The crowded city street; For haunts of men, where'er they ...
— Reading Made Easy for Foreigners - Third Reader • John L. Huelshof

... is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows; Where, underneath the whitethorn, 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 ...
— The Grateful Indian - And other Stories • W.H.G. Kingston

... they born, for evil's doom, Evil the dark abyss of Tartarus Wherein they dwell, and they themselves the hate Of men on earth, and of Olympian gods. But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed; For they shall hunt thee through the mainland wide Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas And island homes of men. Faint not nor fail, Too soon and timidly within thy breast Shepherding thoughts forlorn of this thy toil; But unto Pallas' city ...
— The House of Atreus • AEschylus

... 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, ...
— Leaves of Life - For Daily Inspiration • Margaret Bird Steinmetz

... the light of stars, That beamed where'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, Excited, while they sucked; While every bird enjoyed his song, Without one thought of harm or wrong— I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn ...
— Georgian Poetry 1920-22 • Various

... white turbans and gay colors; Mr. Burch had not said so, but perhaps there were mosques and temples and minarets and date-palms. What stories they must know, those children born under Syrian skies! Then she was called upon to play "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun." ...
— Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm • Kate Douglas Wiggin

... removes These iron foes to freedom, and we rise To grander heights, and, all untrammelled, find A better atmosphere and clearer skies; And through its broadened realm, no longer chained, Thought travels freely, leaving Self behind. Where'er we chanced to wander or to roam, Glad letters came from Helen; happy things, Like little birds that followed on swift wings, Bringing their tender messages from home. Her days were poems, beautiful, complete. The rhythm perfect, and the burden ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox

... braved our storms, our dangers met, Nor left the ship till we had 'scaped the sea. Thine was a spark of noble feeling bright Caught from the fire that warms thy master's heart. His was of Heaven's kindling, and no small part Of that pure fire is His. We hail the light Where'er it shines, in heaven, in man, in brute; We hail that sacred light howe'er minute, Whether its glimmering in thy bosom rest Or blaze full orb'd within ...
— Samuel F. B. Morse, His Letters and Journals - In Two Volumes, Volume I. • Samuel F. B. Morse

... comes down, where'er I be I want no roof to shelter me; I love to lie where I may see The ...
— Peregrine's Progress • Jeffery Farnol

... who 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

... thou was corn't, an' I was mellow, [full of corn] We took the road aye like a swallow: At brooses thou had ne'er a fellow [wedding-races] For pith an' speed; But ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollow, Where'er thou gaed. [went] ...
— Robert Burns - How To Know Him • William Allan Neilson

... that is true; and something more You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never ...
— The White Bees • Henry Van Dyke

... Golden Gateway sent forth her gallant sons, Who proudly marched with smile and song to face the German guns; Where'er their duty called them 'twas there they won their fame, And on the Scroll of Honour is ...
— Into the Jaws of Death • Jack O'Brien

... after day, 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 ride, he ...
— La Chanson de Roland • Lon Gautier

... Have earth's weary gleaners trod, Not to heirs of David's throne Is it given to "reign with God." But where'er on His green earth Heavenly faith and longing are, Heavenly hope and life have birth, 'Neath ...
— Christmas - Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse • Various

... fate not fail, where'er this stone be found, The Scot shall monarch of that realm ...
— A General History for Colleges and High Schools • P. V. N. Myers

... proverbs fail, and wizard's wits be blind, The Scots shall surely reign, where'er ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 14, - Issue 389, September 12, 1829 • Various

... cried, "O 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 skies ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso

... for you 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 not wisely judge The highest? ...
— Man of Uz, and Other Poems • Lydia Howard Sigourney

... thine eyes my way pursue Where'er my footsteps fare; And when they lead beyond thy view, Send ...
— The Upward Path - A Reader For Colored Children • Various

... times hath she, The gentle goddess, free and fair, Awaked with kiss Old Father C. To make the wintry world their care. O'er town, o'er country far away, Where'er hearts ache, or eyes grow dim, His annual round makes Christmas ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 101, December 26, 1891 • Various

... in your hearts the 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 ...
— History of the Moravian Church • J. E. Hutton

... and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart, are still at home. In each land the sun does visit; We are gay whate'er betide. To give room for wandering is it, That the world ...
— George Borrow and His Circle - Wherein May Be Found Many Hitherto Unpublished Letters Of - Borrow And His Friends • Clement King Shorter

... hail morn's orient ray, And chant with birds your grateful hymns to day; Or seek at noon, beneath some pleasant shade, To feel the sunbeams cool'd by leafy glade— That free as air, morn, noon, and eve, can roam, Where'er you list, and nature call your home; Learn from a hopeless prisoner's words and fate, "Virtue is valour—to be patient, great!" When traced on prison walls, such words as these Arrest the eye—appall e'en while they please— "Ah! hapless he who cannot bear the weight, With patient ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 57, No. 352, February 1845 • Various

... with cross or crescent crown'd, Where'er Mankind and Misery are found, 445 O'er burning sands, deep waves, or wilds of snow, Thy HOWARD journeying seeks the house of woe. Down many a winding step to dungeons dank, Where anguish wails aloud, ...
— The Botanic Garden. Part II. - Containing The Loves of the Plants. A Poem. - With Philosophical Notes. • Erasmus Darwin

... that which erst inspired The stout Phocaeans when from their doomed city they retired, Their fields, their household gods, their shrines surrendering as a prey To the wild boar and the ravening wolf; [1] so we, in our dismay, Where'er our wandering steps may chance to carry us should go, Or wheresoe'er across the seas the fitful winds may blow. How think ye then? If better course none offer, why should we Not seize the happy auspices, and boldly put to sea? ...
— Horace • Theodore Martin

... careless child, And grieved her friends by this: Where'er she went, Her clothes were rent, Her hat and bonnet spoiled, A careless ...
— Aunt Kitty's Stories • Various

... a slim reed. Now Pan and Faun advance Beneath green-hollowed roofs of forest glades, Their feet gone mad with music: now, perchance, Sylvanus sleeping, on whose leafy trance The Nymphs stand gazing in dim ambuscades Of sun-embodied perfume.—Myth, Romance, Where'er I turn, reach out bewildering arms, Compelling me to follow. Day and night I hear their voices and behold the light Of their divinity that still evades, And still allures ...
— Myth and Romance - Being a Book of Verses • Madison Cawein

... deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the ...
— The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book • Various

... thousand tasks of fruitful hope, With skill against his toil, man bends And finds his work's determined scope Where'er ...
— Voices for the Speechless • Abraham Firth

... fling it, unrestrained and free, O'er hill and dale and desert sod, That man where'er he walks may see, In every step, ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham

... bright theme to chuse. Queen of our hearts, and charmer of our sight! A monarch's pride, his glory and delight! Princess adored and loved! if verse can give A deathless name, thine shall for ever live; Invoked where'er the British lion roars, Extended as the seas that guard the British shores. The wise immortals, in their seats above, To crown their labours still appointed love; Phoebus enjoyed the goddess of the sea, Alcides had Omphale, James ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Volume 5 (of 18) - Amboyna; The state of Innocence; Aureng-Zebe; All for Love • John Dryden

... 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 ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field

... reflecting on the ways of birth and death! "Alas! he cried, for all the world! how dark and ignorant, void of understanding!" And then to give his followers chance of rest, he bade them each repose where'er they list, whilst he beneath the shadow of a Gambu tree, gracefully seated, gave himself to thought. He pondered on the fact of life and death, inconstancy, and endless progress to decay. His heart thus fixed without confusion, the five senses ...
— Sacred Books of the East • Various

... hostile forts With 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, ...
— Cromwell • Alfred B. Richards

... not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when or how or where we met, I own to me's a secret yet. But this I know, when thou art fled, Where'er they lay these limbs, this head, No clod so valueless shall be, As all that then remains of me. O whither, whither dost thou fly, Where bend unseen thy trackless course, And in this strange divorce, ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 4 • Charles Dudley Warner

... Where'er my bitter tear-drops fall, The fairest flowers arise; And into choirs of nightingales Are turned ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VI. • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke

... of men: "Remain thou here, lest haply we might fail To meet; for in the camp are many paths. But thou, where'er thou go'st, each sev'ral man Address, and ask to rise; to each his name And patronymic giving; pay to each All due respect; nor bear thee haughtily; We like the rest must share the load of toil. Which Jove assigns to all ...
— The Iliad • Homer

... and still, as off it flew, 'So sang Euripides,' she said, 'so sang The meteoric poet of air and sea, Planets and the pale populace of heaven, The mind of man, and all that's made to soar!' And so, although she has some other name, We only call her Wild-pomegranate-flower, Balaustion; since, where'er the red bloom burns I' the dull dark verdure of the bounteous tree, Dethroning, in the Rosy Isle, the rose, You shall find food, drink, odour, all at once; Cool leaves to bind about an aching brow. And, never much away, the nightingale. Sing them a strophe, ...
— The Poetry Of Robert Browning • Stopford A. Brooke

... 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 "looks ...
— The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

... Lancelot: "Knight, an ye be in any need, when ye come into Arthur's land,—I ween 'tis all unknown to ye,—speak but of us twain whom ye see here and men shall do ye naught but honour and courtesy, where'er ye come, in any place. And when ye come to the king, ere ye tell him aught beside, say that ye have seen and have spoken with us; and trow me, without fail, ye shall be well received!" The Moor ...
— The Romance of Morien • Jessie L. Weston

... secure of fortune as of fame: Still by new maps the island might be shown, Of conquests, which he strew'd where'er he came, Thick as the galaxy with stars ...
— The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol I - With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes • John Dryden

... most glorious are, Rejecteth no beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare, Made my poor eyes the bolder. Where beauty moves, and wit delights And signs of kindness bind me, There, oh! there, where'er I go I leave my heart ...
— Tudor and Stuart Love Songs • Various

... to weigh my life 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 it will. ...
— The Poet at the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

... 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 is thine ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863 - Devoted To Literature And National Policy • Various

... your marble beat, With many a prayer unanswered?" My comrades laughed and passed. I said, "If in those lands you wander still, In spirit, God, and work your will," I whispered in the marble ear So low—because the walls might hear— The painted lips they smiled at me— "O guard my love, where'er he be." ...
— The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems • Dora Sigerson

... art near, the hemisphere Commissioned to surround me, (As well as you,) is subject to Some changes that astound me. Where'er I look I seem mistook; All objects—what, I care not— At once arrange to make a change To something that they were not! When thou art near, love, Strange things occur— Thickness is clear, love, Clearness a blur. Penguins are weasels, Cheap things are dear, "Jumps" are ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 99, July 19, 1890 • Various

... a waste I've wander'd o'er, Clomb many a crag, cross'd many a shore, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, Where'er I chanced ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various

... What hast thou done to my poor innocent hand! Thou art like Theseus, thou dost make me bleed; Offenceless I, yet thou dost make me bleed. This scratch I shall remember well, my lord! Deceiver false! deserter! runaway! My quick-heeled slave! my loose ungrateful bird! Where'er thou art, or if thou hear or no, Know that thou art from this time given o'er, To tarry and return what time thou wilt. It is most like that thou dost lurk not far, In twilight of some envious cave or bower. Well, ...
— The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, No. 1, January, 1852 • Various

... Furor's name, Granted long since at heaven's high parliament, That whoso Furor shall immortalise, No yawning goblins shall frequent his grave; Nor any bold, presumptuous cur shall dare To lift his leg against his sacred dust. Where'er I have my rhymes, thence vermin fly, All, saving that foul-fac'd vermin poverty. This sucks the eggs of my invention, Evacuates my wit's full pigeon-house. Now may it please thy generous dignity To take this vermin napping, ...
— A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. IX • Various

... much 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 ...
— Just Folks • Edgar A. Guest

... its course is jangled; You're ravished quite, then comes a touch of woe, And there's a neat romance, completed ere you know! Let us, then, such a drama give! Grasp the exhaustless life that all men live! Each shares therein, though few may comprehend: Where'er you touch, there's interest without end. In motley pictures little light, Much error, and of truth a glimmering mite, Thus the best beverage is supplied, Whence all the world is cheered and edified. Then, at your ...
— Faust • Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

... I'll sing, Where'er the Fates may chance to drop me; And nobody nor anything Shall ...
— Tobogganing On Parnassus • Franklin P. Adams

... sing, in wild delight, "I will—I will be mad to-night!" Alcmaeon once, as legends tell, Was frenzied by the fiends of hell; Orestes, too, with naked tread, Frantic paced the mountain-head; And why? a murdered mother's shade Haunted them still where'er they strayed. But ne'er could I a murderer be, The grape alone shall bleed for me; Yet can I shout, with wild delight, "I ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al

... of the tribes amongst whom he was ministering; and soon the people were able to sing in their own tongue, "There is a fountain filled with blood," "Jesus shall reign where'er the sun," and other beautiful hymns which delight the hearts of those in our ...
— Beneath the Banner • F. J. Cross

... among the Dead are passed: Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The almighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom ...
— A History of the Nineteenth Century, Year by Year - Volume Two (of Three) • Edwin Emerson

... howl'd round the wanderer's way, When his aim and his pathway were lost; And effort has then oft too much of dismay To pay well the toil it may cost. If fate has its privilege, death has its power, And is fearful where'er it may fall, But worse it may seem 'mong the blasts of the moor, Where all that approaches portends to devour, Nor fixes ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume IV. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various

... place of my kindred, blest land of my birth, The fairest, the purest, the dearest on earth; Where'er I may roam, where'er I may be, My spirit instinctively turns ...
— The Story of My Life - Being Reminiscences of Sixty Years' Public Service in Canada • Egerton Ryerson

... charge and empower my lieutenant, Jean de Montresor, to seize where'er he may be found, hold, and conduct to Paris the Sieur Gaston ...
— The Suitors of Yvonne • Raphael Sabatini

... heart its tenderness, So shield the blessing He implanted there, That it may never turn to your distress, And never cost you trouble or despair, Nor granted leave the granted comfortless, But like a river blest where'er it flows, Be still receiving ...
— Wee Wifie • Rosa Nouchette Carey

... injure me, And when his voice is high I crouch behind a rock and see His storm of snows go by. He too is subject of the sun, As all things earthly are, Where'er he flies, where'er I run, We ...
— The Trail of the Goldseekers - A Record of Travel in Prose and Verse • Hamlin Garland

... scenes alike engaging prove, To souls impressed with sacred love; Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee, In Heaven, in earth, or ...
— Letters of Madam Guyon • P. L. Upham

... first it is always repulsive, Makes you gag and back off in despair; But when you've got the scent of the cocoa, Just a scent, a mere whiff in the air, Then you're gone, boy, yes, and forever, Where'er in this world you may roam; When you once get the scent of the cocoa You forget ...
— Rhymes of the Rookies • W. E. Christian

... the Breton tale, they both are gone To the fair isle of fertile Avalon; There, in the lap of love for ever laid, By sorrow unassail'd, in bliss embay'd, They make their won: for me, where'er they dwell, No farther tale befalls me ...
— The Lay of Marie • Matilda Betham

... my Helen back to me, My mountain, and my old oak tree! Memory and pain, where'er I rove, Entwine, Dear country, with my heart's deep love Around ...
— Laura Secord, the heroine of 1812. - A Drama. And Other Poems. • Sarah Anne Curzon

... Where'er we tread may deserts spring, 'Till none are left to slay; And when the last red drop is shed, We'll kneel ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various

... thou knowest; All my madness none can know: All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither; yet with thee ...
— Lady Byron Vindicated • Harriet Beecher Stowe

... good-bye, for I must go! Keep, then, your flowers, where'er they be. There is another flower I know, That makes the springtime fair ...
— Enamels and Cameos and other Poems • Theophile Gautier

... Where'er in world-wide skies The Lion-Banner burns, A common impulse turns All hearts to where he lies:— For as a babe the heir of that great throne Is weak and motionless; And they feel the deep distress On wife and mother press, As ...
— The Visions of England - Lyrics on leading men and events in English History • Francis T. Palgrave

... of life and light, That seen, became a part of sight, And rose where'er I turned mine eye, The Morning Star ...
— A Daughter of Fife • Amelia Edith Barr

... jaded brows, And I will sing the song I found Making a lonely rippling sound Under the boughs. The tinkle of the brook is there, And cow-bells wandering through the fern, And silver calls From waterfalls, And echoes floating through the air From happiness I know not where, And hum and drone where'er I turn Of little lives that buzz and die; And sudden lucent melodies, Like hidden strings among the trees Roofing the ...
— A Jongleur Strayed - Verses on Love and Other Matters Sacred and Profane • Richard Le Gallienne

... leaves his niece A clear two thousand pounds per ann. "Ah! now," she cries, "I'm blest indeed, "I'll help the poor where'er I can." ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis

... fate's decree doth bind me; Where'er I hide, thou sure wilt find me. My love to thee I must now render, And my sweet will ...
— Sielanka: An Idyll • Henryk Sienkiewicz

... passed him in a country town, Attended by a page, a lady fair, Whose charming form and all-engaging air, At once his bosom fired with fond desire; And nearer still, her beauties to admire. He most gallantly saw her safely home; Attentions charm the sex where'er ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine

... is a welcome in this Western Land Like the old welcomes, which were said to give The friendly heart where'er they gave the hand; Within this soil the social virtues live, Like its own forest trees, unprun'd and free— At least there is one welcome here for me: A breast that pillowed all my sorrows past, And waits my coming now, and lov'd ...
— The Emigrant - or Reflections While Descending the Ohio • Frederick William Thomas

... tragic darkness, murk and dim, Where'er they see the faintest rim, Of promise,—all for sake ...
— The World's Best Poetry Volume IV. • Bliss Carman

... lines may chance peruse, Of this famed word will see the use, And mention where'er he may go, ...
— The Book of Humorous Verse • Various

... banner, Freedom, Thy champions cling to thee, They'll follow where'er you lead them To death or victory. Up ...
— The Texan Scouts - A Story of the Alamo and Goliad • Joseph A. Altsheler

... Where'er we look, their work is there; Now land and men are free: On every side the view grows fair, And perfect yet shall be. The credit's theirs, who all day fought The stubborn giant hosts: We have but built on what they wrought; Theirs were ...
— Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure • W.D. Lighthall

... arms, and men, promiscuous flow'd. 110 Spain's numerous fleet, that perished on our coast, Could scarce a longer line of battle boast, The winds could hardly drive them to their fate, And all the ocean laboured with the weight. Where'er the waves in restless errors roll, The sea lies open now to either pole: Now may we safely use the northern gales, And in the Polar Circle spread our sails; Or deep in southern climes, secure from wars, New lands explore, and sail by other stars; 120 Fetch ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville

... rejoice," With smiling eyes and clasping hands we sat Wrapped in that peace, felt but with those dear, Contented just to know each other near. But when this silent eloquence gave place To words, 'twas like the rising of a flood Above a dam. We sat there, face to face, And let our talk glide on where'er it would, Speech never halting in its speed or zest, Save when our rippling laughter let it rest; Just as a stream will sometimes pause and play About a bubbling spring, then dash away. No wonder, then, the third day's sun was nigh Up to the zenith when ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox

... Where'er a casque that suits this sword is found, With perils is thy daughter compass'd round; Alfonso's blood alone can save the maid, And quiet a long restless ...
— The World's Greatest Books, Vol VIII • Arthur Mee and J.A. Hammerton, Eds.



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