"Haycock" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... corn, sat down under the lee of a rock, about a hundred yards from where the scarecrow had stood, thinking which way he now had best direct his steps. But his late ramble coming after so long a deprivation of rest, soon produced effects not so easy to be shaken off, as when reposing upon the haycock. He felt less anxious too, since changing his apparel. So before he was aware, he fell into ...
— Israel Potter • Herman Melville
... Beard Amorevoli tolerably." Mr. Walpole detested the Muscovita, and adored Amorevoli, which perhaps accounts for the nice discrimination shown in his praise. One of the other characters, Mr. Zorobabel, a Jew, was taken by Macklin, and from another, Mrs. Haycock (afterwards changed to Mrs. Midnight), Foote is supposed to have borrowed Mother Cole in The Minor. A third character, Lord Bawble, was considered to reflect upon "a particular person of quality," and the piece was speedily forbidden ...
— Fielding - (English Men of Letters Series) • Austin Dobson
... blue, come blow me your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; Is that the way you mind your sheep, Under the haycock fast asleep! ...
— Mother Goose or the Old Nursery Rhymes • Various
... sticking out of every haycock; crested hens are looking in the hay for flies and little beetles, and a white-lipped pup is rolling among ...
— Dream Tales and Prose Poems • Ivan Turgenev
... Jerry—twelve hundred head were shot at t'other day's battew: Sir John—no blame to him for it—killed a couple o' hundred to his own gun: and though they sent away a coachful, and gave to all who asked, and feasted themselves chuckfull, and fed the cats, and all, still a mound, like a haycock, o' them fine fat fowl, rotted in a mass, and were flung upon the dungpit. Now, Miss Grace, that ere salt pea-porridge a'n't nice, a'n't wholesome; and, bless your pretty mouth, it ought to feed more sweetly. Look at Acton, isn't he half-starved. Is Tom, brave boy, full o' the fat o' the land? Who ...
— The Complete Prose Works of Martin Farquhar Tupper • Martin Farquhar Tupper
... coolness, indeed! I was trembling all over like an Italian greyhound, every limb a jelly; and I had not even fired: the rifle went off of itself without me. I am innocent of having ever endangered the life of a haycock. But once more I dissembled. 'Yes, it was a difficult shot,' I said jauntily, as if I rather liked tiger-hunting. 'I didn't think I'd hit him.' Still the effect of my speech was somewhat marred, I fear, by the tears that in spite of me ...
— Miss Cayley's Adventures • Grant Allen |
