"Habitant" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Love! no habitant of earth thou art—[on] An unseen Seraph, we believe in thee,— A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart,— But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be;[499] The mind hath made thee, ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2 • George Gordon Byron
... since the reign of Christianity, into a different channel. Instead of hecatombs of fat oxen sacrificed by the tribes of a wealthy city to their tutelar deity the emperor complains that he found only a single goose, provided at the expense of a priest, the pale and solitary in habitant of this decayed temple. The altar was deserted, the oracle had been reduced to silence, and the holy ground was profaned by the introduction of Christian and funereal rites. After Babylas (a bishop of Antioch, who died in prison in the persecution of Decius) had rested near a century ...
— The History of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire - Volume 2 • Edward Gibbon
... of Canada—the old gray queen of the mighty St. Lawrence—is a city of many charms and of much stately beauty. Its narrow, climbing streets, with their quaint shops and curious gables, its old market, with chaffering habitant farmers and their wives, are full of living interest. Its noble rock, crowned with the ancient citadel, and its sweeping tidal river, lend it a dignity and majestic beauty that no other city knows; and everywhere about its citadel and walls, and ...
— The Man From Glengarry - A Tale Of The Ottawa • Ralph Connor
... Quid Styga, quid tenebras, quid nomina vana timetis, Materiam vatum, falsique piacula mundi? Corpora sive rogus flamma, seu tabe vetustas Abstulerit, mala posse pati non ulla putetis Morte carent animae: semperque priore relicta Sede, novis domibus habitant vivuntque receptae . . . . . . . . . ...
— Reincarnation - A Study in Human Evolution • Th. Pascal
... the enemy is so far off? The answer to this query discloses a remarkable phenomenon. The tide in this part of the world rises sixty or seventy feet every twelve hours. At present the beach is bare; the five rivers of the valley—the Gasperau, the Cornwallis, the Canard, the Habitant, the Perot—are empty. Betimes the tide will roll in in one broad unretreating wave, surging and shouldering its way over the expanse, filling all the rivers, and dashing against the protecting barriers under our feet; but before sunset ...
— Acadia - or, A Month with the Blue Noses • Frederic S. Cozzens
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