"-grave" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... thousand guilders! the Mayor looked blue; So did the Corporation too. For council-dinners made rare havoc With Claret, Moselle, Via-de-Grave, Hock; And half the money would replenish Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish. To pay this sum to a wandering fellow With a gypsy coat of red and yellow! "Beside," quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, "Our business was done at the river's brink; We ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 1 (of 4) • Various
... illustration of the St. Mark's mosaics, and of such remains of the old capitals (now for ever removed, in process of the Palace restoration, from their life in sea wind and sunlight, and their ancient duty, to a museum-grave) as I have useful record of, drawn in their native light. The series, both of these and of the earlier mosaics, of which the sequence is sketched in the preceding volume, and farther explained in the third number of "St. Mark's Rest," become to me every ...
— Stones of Venice [introductions] • John Ruskin
... his memory—sacred keep The garlands green above his hero-grave; Yet weep, for praise can never wake his sleep, To tell him he is shrined ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
... Canadian shipbuilding was the result of dire necessity. Pont-Grave put together a couple of very small vessels in 1606 at Port Royal so that he might cruise about till he met some French craft homeward bound. Shipbuilding as an industry arose long after this. The Galiote, a brigantine of sorts, ...
— All Afloat - A Chronicle of Craft and Waterways • William Wood
... Mayor looked blue; So did the Corporation too. For council dinners made rare havoc With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock; And half the money would replenish Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish. 160 This sum to a wandering fellow With a gipsy coat of red and yellow! "Beside," quoth the Mayor with a knowing ...
— Dramatic Romances • Robert Browning
... home, and she reluctantly resigned herself to remain where she was and "convalesce," as she confidently believed, in the spring. Once again came the analogy, which she herself pointed out now, to Heine on his mattress-grave in Paris. She, too, the last time she went out, dragged herself to the Louvre, to the feet of the Venus, "the goddess without arms, who could not help." Only her indomitable will and intense desire to live seemed to keep her alive. ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. I (of II.), Narrative, Lyric, and Dramatic • Emma Lazarus
... that extended beyond the buckles, cotton stockings of mottled thread knitted by his niece, whom he always called "the little Saillard," stout shoes with silver buckles, and a surtout coat of mixed colors. He looked very much like those verger-beadle-bell-ringing-grave-digging-parish-clerks who are taken to be caricatures until we see them performing their various functions. On the present occasion he had come on foot to dine with the Saillards, intending to return in the same way to the rue Greneta, where he lived on the third ...
— Bureaucracy • Honore de Balzac
... the valiant, yet more sad than heroic, was poor Heine on his "mattress-grave." Most pathetically did he lay himself down, this "soldier in the war for the liberation of humanity." Of the last time that Heine left the house before yielding to disease, he says: "With difficulty I dragged myself to the Louvre, and almost sank down as I entered the magnificent ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 109, November, 1866 • Various
... guilders! The Mayor looked blue; So did the Corporation, too. For council dinners made rare havoc With Claret, deg. Moselle, deg. Vin-de-Grave, deg. Hock deg.; deg.158 And half the money would replenish Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish deg.. deg.160 To pay this sum to a wandering fellow With a gypsy coat of red and yellow! "Beside," quoth ...
— Browning's Shorter Poems • Robert Browning
... the sunset, weird and still, It lay beside the Atlantic wave, As though the wizard Merlin's will Yet charm'd it from his forest-grave. ...
— Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold • Matthew Arnold
... moving! Oh, see! how it recedes, wavering, flickering through the whirling vapor of the storm! And there again is the green light! Is it a witch's dance, or are they strange death-fires hovering over the dark ocean-grave? But Hamish knows too well what it means; and with a wild cry of horror and despair, the old man sinks on his knees and clasps his hands, and stretches them out to the ...
— Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol. 5 • Various
... circles. As a man of culture, a humorist, and a raconteur, he was the life of society; and he will be remembered as the composer who has left more popular songs, duets, etc., than almost any other English musician. He died in 1856, after living to see his daughter Lady Walde-grave, and one of the most brilliant leaders of London ...
— Great Singers, First Series - Faustina Bordoni To Henrietta Sontag • George T. Ferris
... Romara's heart?— Is it the bittern that, flapping the air, Doth shriek in madness, and downward dart, As if from the bosom of Death she would tear Her perished brood,—or a shroud would have By their side, in the depths of their river-grave? ...
— The Baron's Yule Feast: A Christmas Rhyme • Thomas Cooper
... squireen's daughter was over, and she was free to plan her future as she would. What this future was to be was soon placed beyond doubt. The widowed Earl of Blessington had long been among the most ardent admirers of the lovely Irishwoman; and before Farmer had been many months in his prison-grave, he had won her consent to be his Countess. The "ugly duckling" had reached a coronet through such trials and vicissitudes as happily seldom fall to the lot of woman; and her future was to be as radiant as her past ...
— Love Romances of the Aristocracy • Thornton Hall
... She regarded him with half-grave, half-mocking eyes. "Well, we understood why you want to have a finger in Rhodesia's pie, you and your various active organisations working in the interests of a Dutch South Africa. Any child could see what such a country would be worth to you. But you won't succeed, my friend. They've got a few ...
— The Rhodesian • Gertrude Page
... the advice. Having buried the body of the unfortunate sailor in a snow-grave, and taken possession of the carbine and other things, they leaped on the sledge again, and continued to advance along the track, which, though in some places almost obliterated, was easily followed. They had not advanced more than a mile when another mound was discovered, with another seaman ...
— The Walrus Hunters - A Romance of the Realms of Ice • R.M. Ballantyne |
