"Kist" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding ...
— Bible Stories and Religious Classics • Philip P. Wells
... they reached a grassy mound, on the top of which was placed one of those receptacles for the dead of the ancient British chiefs of distinction, called Kist-vaen, which are composed of upright fragments of granite, so placed as to form a stone coffin, or something bearing that resemblance. The sepulchre had been long violated by the victorious Saxons, either in scorn or in idle curiosity, or because treasures ...
— The Betrothed • Sir Walter Scott
... and amethyst; There are purple mountains, and pale pink seas That flush to crimson where skies have kist; But out of life there is something missed— Something better than ...
— Yesterdays • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... Sonnet out To his fair love! and then he goes about, For to perfume her rare perfection, With some sweet smelling pink epitheton. Then with a melting looke he writhes his head, And straight in passion, riseth in his bed, And having kist his hand, strok'd up his haire, Made a French conge, cryes 'O cruall ...
— English Satires • Various
... so, and she honest. Bri. Have I not Thy promise Lilly? Lil. Yes and I have performed Enough to a man of your yeares, this is truth, And you shall find Sir, you have kist and tows'd me, Handled my legg and foote, what would you more, Sir,? As for the rest, it requires youth and strength, And the labour in an old man would breed Agues, Sciaticaes, and Cramps; you shall not curse me, For taking from you what you cannot spare, Sir: Be ...
— The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher - Vol. 2 of 10: Introduction to The Elder Brother • Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
... to bake the breid, Nor yet to brew the yill; That's no the gait to haud the pleuch, Nor yet to ca the mill. That's no the gait to milk the coo, Nor yet to spean the calf; Nor yet to fill the girnel-kist— Ye kenna yer wark by half. ...
— Alec Forbes of Howglen • George MacDonald
... architects, build up Viewless cathedrals, in whose aisles the cup Of some impressive sacrament is kist— Where thankful nations taste the Eucharist. Pressed to their lips by some heroic Past Enthroned like Pontiff in the temple vast— Where incense rises t'wards the dome sublime From golden censers in the hands of Time— Where through the smoke some sculptured saint ...
— A Wreath of Virginia Bay Leaves • James Barron Hope
... grows green on a thousand hills— By a thousand willows the bees are humming, And a million birds by a million rills, Sing of the golden season coming. But, gazing out on the sun-kist lea, And hearing a thrush and a blue-bird singing, I feel that the Summer is all for me, And all for me are the joys it ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
