"Whiten" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whiten'd hill and plain And is no more; drop like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air, Or ...
— Book of English Verse • Bulchevy
... world lies fair before him and the field of the people's praise; And he kisseth the ancient Heimir, and haileth the folk of the land, And he crieth kind and joyous as the reins lie loose in his hand: "Farewell, O folk of Lymdale, and your joy of the summer-tide! For the acres whiten, meseemeth, and the harvest-field is wide: Who knows of the toil that shall be, when the reaping-hook gleams grey, And the knees of the strong are loosened in the afternoon of day? Who knows of the joy that shall be, when the reaper cometh again, ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
... irritation and almost a reproach to her. And the pertinacity with which she repeated to herself that it was not her business to take up the cudgels in the Harpers' behalf, of itself suggested a weak point somewhere—a touch of the self-excusing which tries to whiten over the ...
— Robin Redbreast - A Story for Girls • Mary Louisa Molesworth
... conclude from the foregoing chapter that I attempt to whiten, to acquit entirely, the dismal bride of the Devil. If she often did good, she could also do no small amount of ill. There is no great power which is not abused. And this one had three centuries of actual reigning, in the interlude between two worlds, the older dying and the ...
— La Sorciere: The Witch of the Middle Ages • Jules Michelet
... please. Unblest the man, whom music wins to stay Nigh the cursed shore and listen to the lay. No more that wretch shall view the joys of life His blooming offspring, or his beauteous wife! In verdant meads they sport; and wide around Lie human bones that whiten all the ground: The ground polluted floats with human gore, And human carnage taints the dreadful shore Fly swift the dangerous coast: let every ear Be stopp'd against the song! 'tis death to hear! Firm to the mast with chains thyself be bound, Nor trust thy virtue to the enchanting ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer, translated by Alexander Pope
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