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Mac flashed a quick look at her and shut the book, saying quietly, although his eyes shone, and a conscious smile lurked about his mouth: "We shall see, and no one need meddle, for, as my Thoreau says, "Whate'er we leave to God, God does And blesses us: The work we choose should be our own God lets alone." Rose sat silent, as if conscious that she deserved his poetical reproof.
No, I long to be rid of you, am afraid you will not go soon enough: do not you believe this? No, my dearest, I know you do not, whate'er you say, you cannot doubt that I am yours. Letter 51. Lady Newport was the wife of the Earl of Newport, and mother of Lady Anne Blunt of whom we heard something in former letters. She is mentioned as a prominent leader of London society.
Shadwel's unfinish'd works do yet impart Great proofs of nature's force; tho' none of art. 'But Wycherley earns hard whate'er he gains, He wants no judgment, and he spares no pains. Those, who would form their judgments only upon Mr.
This is the great sense of surety that the poet Clough had in mind, when he wrote those wonderfully fine words: "It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so; That howsoe'er I stray or range, Whate'er I do, thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, thou dost not fall."
And to these sturdy men the words of his song made a strong appeal: We are a hardy, freeborn race, Each man to fear a stranger; Whate'er the game, we join in chase, Despising toil and danger; And if a daring foe annoys, No matter what his force is, We'll show him that Kentucky boys Are Alligator-horses.
The Sage spake softly but quickly: "Lie down together, ye two, and I shall cast my cloak over you, and look to it that ye stir not from out of it, nor speak one word till I bid you, whate'er may befall: for the riders of Utterbol are upon us."
She trembles at thee still and thy wild name Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now That thou art nothing, save the jest of Fame, Who woo'd thee once, thy vassal and became The flatterer of thy fierceness, till thou wert A god unto thyself nor less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert, Who deemed thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert."
and again: God near us stands, and views whate'er we do; and once more: "God, as antiquity has delivered to holding the beginning, middle, and end of the universe, makes a direct line, walking according to Nature. After him follows Justice, a punisher of those who have been deficient in their duties by transgressing the divine law."
The withered banners of the corn are still, And gathered fields are growing strangely wan, While Death, poetic Death, with hands that color Whate'er they touch, weaves in the Autumn wood Her tapestries of gold and brown. The world remains, with its Winters and homes and firesides, where grow and bloom the virtues of our race.
"For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change: In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange: But Heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell: Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell." SHAKESPEARE: Sonnets.
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