"Thrid" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... long at the villa, nothing to see though you linger, Except yon cypress that points like death's lean lifted forefinger. Some think fireflies pretty when they mix i' the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till the stalks of it seem a-tingle. Late August or early September, the stunning cicala is 35 shrill, And the bees keep their tiresome whine round the resinous firs on the hill. Enough of the seasons—I spare you the months of ...
— Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning • Robert Browning
... the kirk culd him forbid, He sped him sone, and gat the thrid; Ane carling of the quene of Phareis, That ewill win geir to elpliyne careis; Through all Brade Abane scho has bene, On horsbak on Hallow ewin; And ay in seiking certayne nightis, As scho sayis with sur ...
— Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Vol. II (of 3) • Walter Scott |
