"Noonday" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... cliff. Then, down out of sight went his meerschaum, for beyond the stile appeared the face of the great purist, who looked cautiously around, stepped stealthily over, laid down his rod, walked a little down stream to a point whence he could see the half-visible figure of Grey very clear in the noonday light in the water of the next pool. Then he returned and waded in to fish ...
— Lines in Pleasant Places - Being the Aftermath of an Old Angler • William Senior
... myself, it is pretty forward. Last Saturday was seven-night my aunt Suky[21] was delivered of a pretty little son, who was baptiz'd by Dr. Cooper[22] the next day by the name of Charles. I knew nothing of it till noonday, when I went there a visiting. Last Thursday I din'd & spent the afternoon at unkle Joshua's I should have gone to lecture with my aunt & heard our Mr Hunt preach, but she would not wait till I came from writing school. Miss ...
— Diary of Anna Green Winslow - A Boston School Girl of 1771 • Anna Green Winslow
... bared neck and bosom she sat before her mirror. The candle burned low; the face in the glass seemed not her own. Dim, pale, dark-eyed, patient-lipped at last, out of a mist and from a great distance the other woman looked at her. Far countries, the burning noonday and utter love, night and woe and life, the broken toy, flung with haste away! The mist thickened; the face withdrew, farther, farther off; the candle burned low. Audrey put out the weak flame, and laid herself upon the bed. Sleep came soon, and it was still and dreamless. Sometimes Mary ...
— Audrey • Mary Johnston
... silent noonday, as I sat beside The gurgling flow of Kuhbach's little river, Methought how, even as I saw it glide, That stream had flowed and gurgled on forever. Yes, on the day when JOSHUA passed the flood Of ancient Jordan; when across ...
— Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, March 1844 - Volume 23, Number 3 • Various
... to Him, and tell Him I know He knows the answer and that He will tell me. And then I put the paper under a stone some place, and—well, that's all, Padre. Isn't it a good way?" She beamed at him like a glorious noonday sun. ...
— Carmen Ariza • Charles Francis Stocking
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