Nor by the wayside ruins let us mourn / Who have th' eternal towers for our appointed bourne. Keble.
Nor can either thy own resentment of misfortunes 45 within, or the violence of any calamity without, give thee sufficient grounds, from the terrible face thy present circumstances wear, to pronounce that all hope of escape and better days are past. Thomas à Kempis.
Nor deem the irrevocable past / As wholly wasted, wholly vain, / If, rising on its wrecks, at last / To something nobler we attain. Longfellow.
Nor e'en the tenderest heart, and next our own, / Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh! Keble.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed / A fairer spirit or more welcome shade. T. Tickell.
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call; / She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all. Pope.
Nor grieve to die when far from home; you'll 50 find / To Hades everywhere a favouring wind. Anon.
Nor is it possible to thought / A greater than itself to know. Wm. Blake.
Nor less I deem that there are powers / Which of themselves our minds impress; / That we can feel this mind of ours / In a wide passiveness. Wordsworth.
Nor love thy life, nor hate, but what thou liv'st / Live well, how long or short permit to heaven. Milton.