"Cruse" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... crevice peeped into by curious fear,— Some object even fear could recognise I' the place of spectres; on the illumined wall, To-wit, some nook, tradition talks about, Narrow and short, a corpse's length, no more: And by it, in the due receptacle, The little rude brown lamp of earthenware, The cruse, was meant for flowers, but held the blood, The rough-scratched palm-branch, and the legend left Pro Christo. Then the mystery lay clear: The abhorred one was a martyr all the time, A saint whereof earth was not worthy. ...
— Studies in Literature • John Morley
... ever foaled. The Wrottleseys were poor as weavers then, with the Jews coming down in the wagon from London and hanging round the hall gates. But the old squire had plenty of good hunters in the stables, and haunches on the board, and a cellar that was like the widow's cruse of oil, or barrel of meal—or whatever she had. All the old man had to do to lose a guinea was to lay it on a card. He never nicked in his life, so they say. Well, young George got after a rich tea-merchant's daughter who had come into the country near by. 'Slife! she was a saucy ...
— The Crossing • Winston Churchill
... meal Charlie produced the enormous widow's cruse which he called his cigarette-case and ...
— Mr. Prohack • E. Arnold Bennett
... hear my own voice, I shall fancy Voices in all chance sounds! [Starts. 'Twas some dry branch Dropt of itself! Oh, he went forth so rashly, Took no food with him—only his arms and boar-spear! 95 What if I leave these cakes, this cruse of wine, Here by this cave, and seek ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Vol I and II • Samuel Taylor Coleridge
... But then he had her husband Jacob to chat with, and the spirit bottle to finish, and the wild craving for excitement plucked his thoughts back to his London revels. Now poor Jacob was dead, and it was not brandy that the sick man drank from the widow's cruse; and London lay afar amidst its fogs, like a world resolved back into nebula. So, to please his hostess and distract his own solitary thoughts, he had condescended (just before Leonard found him out) to peruse the memorials of a life obscure to the world, and new to his own ...
— My Novel, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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