Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore'.
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; "Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best," Quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."jean ingelow
'Takethy beak fromout my heart, and takethy formfrom off my door!' Quoth the raven,'Nevermore.'
Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers.
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose, Sir Knight, that I am one of those, I might suspect, and take th' alarm, Your bus'ness is but to inform; But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near, You have a wrong sow by the ear.
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land."jean ingelow
Now hang it! Quoth I, as I look'd towards the French coasta man should know something of his own country too, before he goes abroad.Laurence Sterne
Well aunt (Quoth Ales) all is well that endes well.Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.john heywood
True (Quoth Ales) thinges doone can not be vndoone,Be they done in due tyme, to late, or to soone,But better late than neuer to repent this,To late (Quoth my aunt) this repentance showd is,Whan the stéede is stolne shut the stable durre.john heywood
Rome was not built in one daie (Quoth he) and yet stoodTill it was finist, as some say, full faire.john heywood
Nought venter nought haue. spare to speake spare to spéede.Vnknowne vnkyst. it is loste that is vnsought.As good séeke nought (Quoth I) as seeke and finde nought.john heywood
Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (Quoth hée)And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (Quoth shée)Sens tyt for tat (Quoth I) on euen hand is set.john heywood
She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face."By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:"No love," Quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."leigh hunt
"Pray, my dear," Quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?" — "Good G—!" cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time, — "Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?"Laurence Sterne
Well aunt (Quoth Ales) all is well that endes well. Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.
True (Quoth Ales) thinges doone can not be vndoone, Be they done in due tyme, to late, or to soone, But better late than neuer to repent this, To late (Quoth my aunt) this repentance showd is, Whan the stéede is stolne shut the stable durre.
Rome was not built in one daie (Quoth he) and yet stood Till it was finist, as some say, full faire.
Nought venter nought haue. spare to speake spare to spéede. Vnknowne vnkyst. it is loste that is vnsought. As good séeke nought (Quoth I) as seeke and finde nought.
Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (Quoth hée) And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (Quoth shée) Sens tyt for tat (Quoth I) on euen hand is set.
Next morning, when the golden sunne was risen, And new had bid good morrow to the mountaines; When night her silver light had lockt in prison, Which gave a glimmering on the christall fountaines: Then ended sleepe, and then my cares began, Ev'n with the uprising of the silver swan. Oh, glorious sunne! Quoth I, viewing the sunne, That lightenst everie thing but me alone: Why is my summer season almost done, My spring-time past, and ages autumne gone? My harvest's come, and yet I reapt no corne: My love is great, and yet I am forlorne.
"Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the Dumpling round, rejoined the King), "'Tis most extraordinary, then, all this is; It beats Penetti's conjuring all to pieces; Strange I should never of a Dumpling dream! But, Goody, tell me where, where, where's the Seam?" "Sire, there's no Seam," Quoth she; "I never knew That folks did Apple-Dumplings sew." "No!" cried the staring Monarch with a grin; "How, how the devil got the Apple in?"john wolcot
"What is thy name, faire maid?" Quoth he. "Penelophon, O King," Quoth she.
How are you my Abe? Is the list nearly filled Of the sick men and dying of wounded and killed Of widows and tears, or orphans unfed Of poor honest white men struggling for bread? 'Dear Devil,' Quoth Abe, 'I'm doing my best To promote the interest of you and the rest.
Poor deer, Quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.
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