"Winnow" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... his work well unless he appeared to do it easily to himself. Sowing time came, I learned to sow; haymaking time came, I learned to mow; harvest came, I learned to reap; in fact, I learned not only to plough, to sow, to reap, to mow, to pitch, to load, to make ricks, to thrash, and to winnow, but I made it my study to excel in all these things; and in recounting some of my feats of activity, strength, agility, and perseverance in these matters, the reader will recollect that I am recording them in the life time of numerous individuals, who were eye-witnesses of ...
— Memoirs of Henry Hunt, Esq. Volume 1 • Henry Hunt
... be loath, diligent reader, to winnow my chaff, and lay up the wheat in the storehouse of your memory: for truth regards not who is the speaker, nor in what manner it is spoken, but that the thing be true; and she does not despise the jewel which she ...
— History Of The Britons (Historia Brittonum) • Nennius
... presume to interfere; but, as a rule, the aggregate body comprised in them need not be large or very expensive, and in catholic or general literature it becomes almost surprising when we have taken the pains to winnow from literary remains of real and permanent interest the preponderant mass, of which the facilities for occasional examination at a public library ought to suffice, how comparatively ...
— The Book-Collector • William Carew Hazlitt
... of the grove; Then, languishing with ease, I toss On pallets swoln of velvet moss, While the wind, cooling through the boughs, Flatters with air my panting brows. Thanks for your rest, ye mossy banks, And unto you, cool zephyrs, thanks, Who, as my hair, my thoughts too shed, And winnow from the ...
— Andrew Marvell • Augustine Birrell
... cause by whom they eat and drink. From hence began that Plot, the nation's curse, Bad in itself, but represented worse; Raised in extremes, and in extremes decried: 110 With oaths affirm'd, with dying vows denied; Not weigh'd nor winnow'd by the multitude; But swallow'd in the mass, unchew'd and crude. Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise. Succeeding times did equal folly call, Believing nothing, or ...
— The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol I - With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes • John Dryden
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