"Bedeck" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... war clubs of massive iron wood, their handles covered with stained horsehair and feathers curiously mingled together—machecotis, hunting coats, mocassins, and leggings, all worked in porcupine quill, and fancifully arranged,—these, with many others, had been called into requisition to bedeck and relieve the otherwise rude and ...
— Wacousta: A Tale of the Pontiac Conspiracy (Complete) • John Richardson
... rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numbered by care? No birds sweetly singing, nor flow'rs gaily springing, Can soothe the sad ...
— Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns • Robert Burns
... pilgrim, cried the maid, has got the means Not only belles to get, but even queens; Or beauteous goddesses he could obtain:— He's worth a thousand Atis's 'tis plain. Bur, said the wife, my husband made me vow. What? cried the maid, you'd not bedeck his brow! A pretty promise truly:—can you think, You less from this, than from the first, should shrink? Who'll know the fact, or publish it around? Consider well, how many might be found, Who, were they marked with spot upon the nose, When things had taken place that we suppose, ...
— The Tales and Novels, Complete • Jean de La Fontaine
... hair, and summon up the set smile and the regulation joke and make pretense that things are as things were, when they are as different as the North Pole from the Torrid Zone. But unfortunately, or fortunately—I do not know which—we cannot bedeck our inner selves and make them mime as the occasion pleases, and sing the old song when their lips are set to a strange new chant. Of a surety there is within us a spark of the Eternal Truth, for in our own hearts we cannot lie. And so it was with these two. From ...
— Jess • H. Rider Haggard
... Sheds the grateful gifts she brings; Brilliant drops bedeck the mead, Cooling breezes shake the reed; Shake the reed, and curl the stream, Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam; Near the checquer'd, lonely grove, Hears, and keeps thy secrets, love. Stella, thither let us stray, Lightly o'er the dewy way. Phoebus drives his burning car Hence, ...
— Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 - The Works Of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D., In Nine Volumes • Samuel Johnson
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