"Blither" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... a tugboat through and got stuck so they couldn't shut it, and there was no way back to Westchester except over the railroad trestle, and my father had said that I could go anywhere I pleased except on that trestle. And so here I was caught, and it came on to blither and blow, and I found an oak tree, all hollow like a little house, and I crept in and fell asleep and never woke till daylight. My father said next time I could come home by the trestle, or he'd know ...
— The Spread Eagle and Other Stories • Gouverneur Morris
... topmost bough Is singing loud and clear, The children shouting at their task It does him good to hear. He watches them with his bead-black eyes, And blither still he sings; But clearer than dear blackbird's note The children's ...
— Little Folks (Septemeber 1884) - A Magazine for the Young • Various
... beacon thou On the dangerous journey[8] wilt the foe overcome, The loathly host let." The light then departed, Ascended on high, and the messenger too, 95 To the realm of the pure. The king was the blither And freer from sorrow, chieftain of men, In thoughts of his soul, ...
— Elene; Judith; Athelstan, or the Fight at Brunanburh; Byrhtnoth, or the Fight at Maldon; and the Dream of the Rood • Anonymous
... and the lady were greatly at their ease; a comelier and a blither pair were never seen. They had much to tell one to the other, but the hours passed till it was time for the knight to go again to his own realm. He prayed the dame to give him leave to depart, and she sweetly granted his prayer, yet so only that he promised ...
— French Mediaeval Romances from the Lays of Marie de France • Marie de France
... merry England is waking as of old, With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold: For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray In Sherwood, in Sherwood, ...
— Collected Poems - Volume One (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
... sun comes up, behold the spirits evaporate, the films pass away from my eyes, and I am lighter, blither, happier, stronger. Then in my heart birds begin to sing in chorus. I am myself ...
— A Tramp's Sketches • Stephen Graham
... lint-white locks, as wound About a mother's finger long ago, When he was blither, not more dear, for woe Was then far off, and other sons ...
— Ionica • William Cory (AKA William Johnson)
... very different object from the battered and way-worn traveller who had rescued Joan from the robbers. A couple of weeks' rest and good feeding had given a healthy glow to his cheek, had brightened his eye, and brought back the native boyishness and brightness to his face. He was stronger, gayer, blither than he had been since the never-to-be-forgotten day when he had closed his dead mother's eyes, and been obliged to fly for his life from his ancestral halls, ere the rapacious scions of the House of York fell upon him there, to take into their own possession all that should have ...
— In the Wars of the Roses - A Story for the Young • Evelyn Everett-Green
... set them an easy pace. Work had begun again, the work of my heart's desire, and all along the Chester road there was no blither spirit than mine that night. I was astride a flaming sorrel, no match for Sultan, but still a good sound horse. He knew I was his master and so I made him a friend, patting his neck, crooning to him, and ...
— The Yeoman Adventurer • George W. Gough
... Shining with light: "Thou shalt with this sign Overcome and conquer in thy crying need The fearsome foe." Then faded the light, 95 And joining the herald, journeyed on high Unto the clean-hearted company. The king was the blither, And suffered in his soul less sorrow and anguish, The valiant victor, through the vision fair. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...
— Old English Poems - Translated into the Original Meter Together with Short Selections from Old English Prose • Various
... Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allan came to see: Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night Ye wad na find in Christendie. We are na fou, we're no that fou, But just a drappie in our e'e; The cock may craw, the day may daw, And aye we'll taste the ...
— The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence. • Robert Burns and Allan Cunningham
... not find out, sir. All ended happily, and never had the wedding-bells in the old village church rung out a blither peal than they did at ...
— The Girl on the Boat • Pelham Grenville Wodehouse
... around a tub of grog and learned that the Triumph had rescued the crew of the other sloop just before it had foundered. There were a hundred men of them, in all, crowded together like dried herring, and part were sleeping ashore in huts of boughs and canvas. No wonder Blackbeard was in blither spirits. Here was a company to pick and choose from and so fill the depleted berth-deck ...
— Blackbeard: Buccaneer • Ralph D. Paine
... the south side of a craigy bield, Where crystal springs the halesome waters yield, Twa youthfu' shepherds on the gowans lay, Tenting their flocks ae bonny morn of May. Poor Roger granes, till hollow echoes ring; But blither Patie likes to ...
— English Poets of the Eighteenth Century • Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum
... I said unto my heart, "Now, we are in the dark, I pray What is it I must do for thee That thou mayst make a holiday? Was ever fresher blue above? Was ever blither calm around? The purple promise of the spring Is writ in violets ...
— Lippincott's Magazine, Volume 11, No. 26, May, 1873 • Various
... the land in his hand. There was the strong earl, named Aldolf, he was of Gloucester, of all knights skilfullest; there in the land Aurehe made him his steward. Then had Aurelie, and Uther his brother, felled their foes, and were therefore the blither! Hengest heard this, strongest of all knights; then was he afraid exceeding greatly. He marched his host, and fled toward the Scots, and Aurelie the king went after him in haste. And Hengest thought that he would, ...
— Brut • Layamon
... this tirade was deliberate and murderously bitter. "That's what you want to see, is it, Mr. Blasphemous Barry Whalen? Well, you can want it with a little less blither ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... April day, O brighter than the golden broom, O blither than the thrushes' lay, O whiter than ...
— Georgian Poetry 1918-19 • Various |
