"Handiwork" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... had taken great pains to arrange on the table, as she had seen such things done at Hamley, intermixed with fruit and flowers that had that morning been sent in from various great houses where Mr. Gibson was respected and valued. How pretty Molly had thought her handiwork an hour or two before! How dreary it seemed as, at last released from Mrs. Gibson's conversation, she sate down in solitude to cold tea and the drumsticks of the chicken! No one to look at her preparations, and admire her left-handedness ...
— Wives and Daughters • Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
... in the shadow, who had watched and admired their handiwork; whipped up some white froth in a fairy basin, and taking a pipe, she blew ...
— Soap-Bubble Stories - For Children • Fanny Barry
... free, clear air that vision floats Before my brain. I may nor banish it Nor grasp it. 'Tis too fine, too spirit-like, To offer as the type of motherhood. Color and blood and life and truth it lacks. Gods! can it be that our imaginings Excel your handiwork? Must life seem dull, Must earth seem barren and unbeautiful, For ever unto him who can create This rarer world of delicate phantasy? I lift mine eyes, and nothing real responds To those ideal forms. God pardon me! There in the everlasting sunshine sits The Mother with ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 15, - No. 87, March, 1875 • Various
... Man contemplates this handiwork of God as a mere adjunct (more ornamental than useful) to his terrestrial environment, conceitedly thinking that the Father's only consideration is ...
— The Planet Mars and its Inhabitants - A Psychic Revelation • Eros Urides and J. L. Kennon
... too frequently seen it in eyes of those whose lips had still the power to formulate it by an entreaty for death. Consciously or unconsciously, this writhing fragment of humanity, this type and example of acute sensation, this handiwork of man and beast, this humble, unheroic Prometheus, was imploring everything, all, the whole non-ego, for the boon of oblivion. To the earth and the sky alike, to the trees, to the man, to whatever took form in sense or consciousness, this incarnate ...
— The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Vol. II: In the Midst of Life: Tales of Soldiers and Civilians • Ambrose Bierce
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