wheresoe'er

“It is not now as it hath been of yore:— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, ...” Leaning against the back of the chair, Mr. Randolph joined and with one voice they recited: “The things which I have seen I now can see no more. ”

Cowper just as inevitably selected the fables and country-pieces—The Glowworm, The Jackdaw, The Cricket: Little inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat, With a song more soft and sweet; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm.

Admired, adored by all circling crowd, For wheresoe'er she turned her face, they bowed.

Wheresoe’er a drop of blood fell from her, There sprang up the rankest thorns and nettles.