"Honied" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... now devising about me, O son of Aeson? Has thy triumph utterly cast forgetfulness upon thee, and reckest thou nothing of all that thou spakest when held fast by necessity? whither are fled the oaths by Zeus the suppliants' god, whither are fled thy honied promises? for which in no seemly wise, with shameless will, I have left my country, the glories of my home and even my parents—things that were dearest to me; and far away all alone I am borne over the sea with the plaintive ...
— The Argonautica • Apollonius Rhodius
... red land, Moorside and headland, Are white as dead land, Are all as one; Nor honied heather, Nor bells to gather, Fair with fair weather And faithful sun: Fierce frost has eaten All flowers that sweeten The fells rain-beaten; And winds their foes Have made the snow's bed Down in the rose-bed; Deep in the snow's bed ...
— Poems & Ballads (Second Series) - Swinburne's Poems Volume III • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... him—tis the mouldy lemon Which our court wits will wet their lips withal, When they would sauce their honied conversation With somewhat sharper flavour—Marry sir, That virtue's wellnigh left him—all the juice That was so sharp and poignant, is squeezed out, While the poor rind, although as sour as ever, Must season soon the ...
— The Fortunes of Nigel • Sir Walter Scott
... at the morning's sweet and balmy prime, A clasping couple blame the swift-wing'd Time. Each morn, each eve, they seek this lonely bower, And deeply bless its fair and fragrant flower, Which shadows o'er so much of wildest bliss— The burning glance—the long and honied kiss— The broken sigh—the murmured, tender word, Whose thrilling tone the inmost heart hath stirred— The matchless joy which makes us hold as nought, All pangs that Fate may bring, or ever brought. The lover hears that far amid the West, Gold gleams within each river's crystal breast— That, wide ...
— Lays of Ancient Virginia, and Other Poems • James Avis Bartley
... with dew and honied wafters Of a music sweet that slips, Have you marked them, brimmed with laughter's Song and sunshine to their tips, Rose-buds whence the fragrance ...
— Weeds by the Wall - Verses • Madison J. Cawein
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