"Thrid" Quotes from Famous Books
... Then we thrid God's cowslips (as erst his heather) That endowed the wan grass with their golden blooms; And snapt (it was perfectly charming weather)— Our fingers at Fate ... — Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... long at the villa, nothing to see though you linger, Except yon cypress that points like death's lean lifted forefinger. Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix i' the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till the stalks of it seem a-tingle. Late August or early September, the stunning cicida is shrill, And the bees keep their tiresome whine round the resinous firs on the hill. Enough of the seasons,—I ... — Robert Browning: How To Know Him • William Lyon Phelps |