"Fork" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... beare a prancing Steed, Denbigh[b] a Neptune with his three-fork'd Mace: Flintshiere[c] a Workmayd in her Summers weed, With Sheafe and Sickle (with a warlick pace) Those of Caernaruon not the least in speed, Though marching last (in the mayne Armies face) Three golden Eagles ...
— The Battaile of Agincourt • Michael Drayton
... afterwards married. Here is the precise and characteristic passage:— 'I gave a thousand pensive, penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced, in those quiet and 'sentimental' repasts — then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child' (Sterne's 'Works' by Saintsbury, 1894, v. 25). Nine years later, however circulated, 'sentimental' has grown 'so much in vogue' that it has reached from London to the provinces. ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith • Oliver Goldsmith
... began almost to wish that she had not made the remark. If Miss Jane helped herself to salt so did Maiden May, when she drank the little girl lifted her small tumbler to her lips, her knife and fork was held exactly in the same way she saw Miss Jane doing, or held daintily in her tiny hand while Susan took her plate ...
— Won from the Waves • W.H.G. Kingston
... through Cheat Mountain Pass over the summit of Cheat Mountain, thence through Greenbrier to Staunton at the head of the Shenandoah Valley. At Beverly it is intersected by another turnpike from Clarksburg, through Buchannon via Middle Fork Bridge, Roaring Creek (west of Rich Mountain), Rich Mountain Summit, etc. From Huttonville a road leads southward up the Tygart's Valley River, crossing the mouth of Elk Water about seven miles from Huttonville, thence past Big Springs on Valley Mountain to Huntersville, Virginia. ...
— Slavery and Four Years of War, Vol. 1-2 • Joseph Warren Keifer
... greeting from Dido was not to be returned from the door only. In a moment Melissa was standing by the hearth; but the slave, speechless with happiness, could only point with fork and spoon, first to the pot in which a large piece of meat was being boiled down into a strengthening soup for Philip, then to a spit on which two young chickens were browning before the fire, and then to the pan where she was frying the little fish ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
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