"Wither" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... queer to-night; brace up and carry on. Where's the tool? (Producing knife.) Ah, here she is; and now for the chest; and the gold; and rum—rum—rum. What! Open?... old clothes, by God!... He's done me; he's been before me; he's bolted with the swag; that's why he ran: Lord wither and waste him forty year for it! O Christopher, if I had my fingers on your throat! Why didn't I strangle the soul out of him? I heard the breath squeak in his weasand; and Jack Gaunt pulled me off. Ah, Jack, ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volume XV • Robert Louis Stevenson
... in the lonely path, 'Neath gloomy willows weeping, Wrapt in his shroud of sullen wrath, The Suicide was sleeping, A scathed yew-tree's wither'd limb, To mark the spot, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 10, Issue 273, September 15, 1827 • Various
... announcement pointed out that the mission would be concerned with important frontier questions, still more with the revival of the prestige of England in regions where a supine government had allowed it to wither unaccountably. Other powers had been playing a filching and encroaching game at the expense of the British lion in these parts, and it was more than time that he should open his sleepy eyes upon what was going on. As to the young officer ...
— Lady Rose's Daughter • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... branches of decaying bayes, Who now will water your dry-wither'd armes? Or where is he that sung the lovely layes Of simple shepheards in their countrey-farmes? Ah! he is dead, the cause of all our harmes: And with him dide my joy and sweete delight; The cleare to clowdes, the day ...
— The Affectionate Shepherd • Richard Barnfield
... comes and talks to brither, mither, But leuks his thoughts at me; He always says gude neet to brither, And looks gude neet to me." "Lassie, ye seldom vexed yer mither; Ye're ower too fair a flower to wither; So be ye are to come thegither, I'll be nae damp to yer new claes; Cheer up and ...
— Life and Remains of John Clare - "The Northamptonshire Peasant Poet" • J. L. Cherry
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