e'er

Both of pardons, that e'er I put between your holy looks my ill suspicion' (v.ii.147-9).

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear.

(13) The courtly exchange between Ferdinand and Miranda when they first meet--he calling her his desired "Queen of Naples" (1.2.450) and she calling him "the third man that e'er I saw, the first / That e'er I sighed for" (1.2.446-7) and protesting against her father's charges that "nothing ill can dwell in such a temple" (1.2.458)--indicates an assertive and, perhaps, spiritual quality in both of them.

Director Struan Leslie, the RSC Head of Movement, admits: "Robert Burns in one of his poems describes the Song of Solomon as 'the smuttiest sang the e'er was sung'.

* Show the video of a rose, maybe with "Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming" playing in the background; or

If e'er when faith had fallen asleep, I hear a voice 'believe no more' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd 'I'd have felt.' No, like a child in doubt and fear: But that blind clamour made me wise; Then was I as a child that cries, But, crying knows his father near;' One can see why In Memoriam was one of the favorite poems of Queen Victoria who had spent most of her life mourning the death of her husband Prince Albert.

Bide on thy bench now, Reader, and think back Upon this foretaste, if the feast in store Thou wouldst enjoy ere relish tire and slack; And if imagination cannot run To heights like these, no wonder: no eye yet E'er braved a brilliance that outshone the sun.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

There sleeps as true an Osmanlie As e'er at Mecca bent the knee; As ever scorn'd forbidden wine, Or pray'd with face towards the shrine, [...] Yet died he by a stranger's hand, And stranger in his native land--(Selected 190) The reader is directed to mourn the loss on both sides.

Ah, can they e'er forget How nobly strove those ranks of gray, When Hope's fair sun had set?

Faustus promised, "Madam, I will do more than this for your content" (B 4.6.21) and disappeared under her full skirts.1 There followed some ribald jokes about the grapes coming "from a far cunt-try" (23); her response, "they are the sweetest grapes that e'er I tasted" (35), was delivered with a sigh of orgasmic rapture.

It was Robert Burns who condemned extravagant occasions like the wedding as a "tinsel show" and wrote "The honest man tho e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that."

I have oft been told of Hell, And something of the latter I now know far too well; For the horrors that occurred that night with me will e'er remain; Pray God that their brutality shall ne'er occur again.