whate'er

whate'er

(wɒtˈɛə)
pron
literary a variant form of whatever
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To thyself, fair maid,'' answered De Bracy, in his former tone ``to thine own charms be ascribed whate'er I have done which passed the respect due to her, whom I have chosen queen of my heart, and loadstar of my eyes.
The unison of opposites to prove, Of the soft wax and diamond hard am I; But still, obedient to the laws of love, Here, hard or soft, I offer you my breast, Whate'er you grave or stamp thereon shall rest Indelible for all eternity.
One shall wear white, another red, One yellow, another blue; Thus in disguise to the exercise We'll go, whate'er ensue.
Sunbeam and breeze shall come to thee, And the coolest dews that fall; Whate'er a flower can wish is thine, For thou art worthy all.
And may his doings prosper, Whate'er he takes in hand, For we are all his servants, And are at his command.
He might have learnt Less overweening, since he failed in Job, Whose constant perseverance overcame Whate'er his cruel malice could invent.
Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert.
Safe whate'er may befall: yet for death he hath found no cure.
Whate'er my God ordains is right; Holy his will abideth.
In pastures new, then, He will say: 'I walked beside you all the way My loving touch erased your tears My soothing voice allayed your fears 'E'en now I enter darkened heart Spreading My sun-light it dart Into every yearning soul Scattering misery, grief and woe 'Yes, it's My Birthday, come celebrate Turn to Me for it's never too late To be held in your Saviour's loving arms Lulling forever anguished alarms 'Healer, Redeemer, Shepherd, Friend You see My titles have no end Turn to Me this Christmas-tide Constant Companion whate'er betide 'Then, when this Season's come and gone Still My Presence shall linger on Filling your heart with light from above Filling your soul with My peace and love
Whate'er the Father views as thine He views with gracious eyes Jesus, this mean oblation join To thy great sacrifice.
Whate'er he be, even for his virtue's sake, I wish that fortune of our holy wars Would yield him prisoner unto Soliman; That, for retaining one so virtuous, We may ourselves be famed for virtues.