Erelong a sound that smote his eager ear Gave swift assurance that his prize was near.
"The New England Magazine Volume 1, No. 6, June, 1886, Bay State Monthly Volume 4, No. 6, June, 1886" by Various
We hope erelong to open them again to our friends, Mr.
"The Reckoning" by Robert W. Chambers
Erelong a storm arose, and the fleet was dispersed.
"With Spurs of Gold" by Frances Nimmo Greene
Erelong I entered the Dunham's grounds.
"How to Cook Husbands" by Elizabeth Strong Worthington
But erelong they understood the friendliness around them and they stopped crying and began to have a good time.
"Mary Jane's City Home" by Clara Ingram Judson
Erelong grandmother knocked at our chamber door and called us.
"When Life Was Young" by C. A. Stephens
But I believe that they will erelong be driven to action.
"India, Its Life and Thought" by John P. Jones
Erelong I move out Mary Jane Rowell's house, I been in white people house.
"Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves" by Work Projects Administration
Erelong we could hear skirmishing, and an occasional discharge of cannon.
"In The Ranks" by R. E. McBride
Erelong he found a few tools carefully packed away, as was the habit of his old friend, and the labor of preparing his canvas room began.
"The Mountain Girl" by Payne Erskine
Oh, fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,--
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
"The Red Planet Mars" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
They join us in our rites to-day;
And, listening, we may hear, erelong,
From inland lake and ocean bay,
The echoes of our song.
"Kenoza Lake" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Yet, even in genial sun and rain,
Root, branch, and leaflet fail and fade;
The wanderer on its lonely plain
Erelong shall miss its shade.
"My Thanks," by John Greenleaf Whittier
He wonders whitherward it flows;
And fain would follow where it goes,
To the wide world, that shall erelong
Be filled with his melodious song.
"In The Harbour: To The Avon" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The twilight hour a month ago
Was full of pleasant warmth and ease,
The pearl of all the twenty-four.
Erelong the winter gales shall blow,
Erelong the winter frosts shall freeze -
And oh, that it were June once more!
"Ichabod" by Robert Fuller Murray
'Tis ours to save our brethren, with peace and love to win
Their darkened hearts from error, ere they harden it to sin;
But if before his duty man with listless spirit stands,
Erelong the Great Avenger takes the work from out his hands.
"On The Capture Of Fugitive Slaves Near Washington" by James Russell Lowell