"Ribband" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... at the window for your answer, and let you down a ribband, by which I will draw it up: but as you love me do ...
— Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister • Aphra Behn
... nothing more to eat — Why don't you go out on the street? Always you sit and cry and cry; Here at my play I wonder why. Mother, when you dress up at night, Red are your cheeks, your eyes are bright; Twining a ribband in your hair, Kissing good-bye you go down-stair. Then I'm as lonely as can be. Oh, how I wish you were with me! Yet when you go out on the street, Mother, there's always lots to eat. ...
— Rhymes of a Rolling Stone • Robert W. Service
... the last joke of all was by far the best, When he sailed away with "the Garter"! "And"—quoth Satan—"this Embassy's worthy my sight, Should I see nothing else to amuse me to night. 120 With no one to bear it, but Thomas Tyrwhitt, This ribband belongs to ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7. - Poetry • George Gordon Byron
... I had got away my papers! They made a strict search for them; that I can see, by the disorderly manner they have left all things in: for you know that I am such an observer of method, that I can go to a bit of ribband, or lace, or edging, blindfold. The same in my books; which they have strangely disordered and mismatched; to look behind them, and in some of them, I suppose. My clothes too are rumpled not a little. No place ...
— Clarissa, Volume 2 (of 9) • Samuel Richardson
... Air, as unsatisfied that he was not Principal. This Son of Anger lowred at the whole Assembly, and weighing himself as he march'd around from Side to Side, with a stiff Knee and Shoulder, he gave Intimations of the Purpose he smothered till he saw the Issue of this Encounter. Miller had a blue Ribband tied round the Sword Arm; which Ornament I conceive to be the Remain of that Custom of wearing a Mistress's Favour on ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... interrogatively, as he settled the flower in his gray coat, and let the paper ribband of the "ticker" run through his other hand, with its tale of the tide of stocks. Yellow Mr. Screw shot a lurid glance ...
— Doctor Claudius, A True Story • F. Marion Crawford |
