BABE or BABY, n. A misshapen creature of no particular age, sex, or condition, chiefly remarkable for the violence of the sympathies and antipathies it excites in others, itself without sentiment or emotion. There have been famous babes; for example, little Moses, from whose adventure in the bulrushes the Egyptian hierophants of seven centuries before doubtless derived their idle tale of the child Osiris being preserved on a floating lotus leaf.Ere babes were invented The girls were contended. Now man is tormented Until to buy babes he has squandered His money. And so I have pondered This thing, and thought may be'T were better that Baby The First had been eagled or condored. --Ro Amil
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When by the Ruins oft I past My sorrowing eyes aside did cast And here and there the places spy Where oft I sate and long did lie. Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest, There lay that store I counted best, My pleasant things in ashes lie And them behold no more shall I. Under the roof no guest shall sit, Nor at thy Table eat a bit. No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lie.
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But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth One Who swam ere rivers were begun, Immense, of fishy form and mind, Squamous, omnipotent, and kind.
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It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years still run back to the despised recollections of childhood, and always we are fishing up some wonderful article out of that pond; until, by and by, we begin to suspect that the biography of the one foolish person we know is, in reality, nothing less than the miniature paraphrase of the hundred volumes of the Universal History.
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If we attend continually and promptly to the little that we can do, we shall ere long be surprised to find how little remains that we cannot do.
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Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
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What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart, Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?...
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But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
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We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
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The world is a cow that is hard to milk,—life does not come so easy,—and oh, how thinly it is watered ere we get it!
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Never was a war did cease (Ere bloody hands were wash'd) with such a peace.
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Thy calf, O Samaria, hath cast thee off; mine anger is kindled against them: how long will it be ere they attain to innocency? / For from Israel was it also: the workman made it; therefore it is not God: but the calf of Samaria shall be broken in pieces.
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Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
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I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.
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There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.
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Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!...
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If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.
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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeit's not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full
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Grieve not that I die young. Is it not well To pass away ere life hath lost its brightness?
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I will die a hundred thousand deaths Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
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We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
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Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to ruin, and the World's ending!! Ride to Gondor!
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Buy what thou hast no need of and ere long thou shalt sell thy necessities.
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In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,...
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The conqueror at least; who, ere Time renders His last award, will have the long grass grow...
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To her, my lord, Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia;...
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O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!
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Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?
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