Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home.Oliver Goldsmith
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.Isaac Watts
She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.lord byron
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell:'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.william collins
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.william wordsworth
Have faith! where'er thy bark is driven, 'The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth, Know this! God rules the host of heaven, The inhabitants of earth.friedrich von schiller
I read within a poet's book A word that starred the page, "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage." Yes, that is true, and something more: You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. But every house where Love abides And Friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home, sweet home; For there the heart can rest.henry van dyke
With good and gentle-humored hearts I choose to chat where'er I come Whate'er the subject be that starts. But if I get among the glum I hold my tongue to tell the truth And keep my Breath to cool my broth.
This is the charm, by sages often told, Converting all it touches into gold: Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, Can rear a garden in the desert waste.
For I am a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail, where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.lord byron
where'er his fancy bids him roam, In ev'ry Inn he finds a home * * * * * Will not an Inn his cares beguile, Where on each face he sees a smile?
Whoe'er has travel'd life's dull round, where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome, at an inn.
Still must I on, for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail where'er the surge may sweep.lord byron
There is no land like England, where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.
On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon, That sounds so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.