"-wards" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... These gloomy vapours breed. Thy inner man doth plead Good beef with ale or mead Wherein, thou Fool decreed, I am right well agreed 'T were goodly thing to feed, Nor will I thee impede, So follow Folly's lead And food-wards we'll proceed." ...
— The Geste of Duke Jocelyn • Jeffery Farnol
... nigh Ceraunian mountain-sides thence o'er the sea we flit, Whence the sea-way to Italy the shortest may be made. But in the meanwhile sets the sun, the dusk hills lie in shade, And, choosing oar-wards, down we lie on bosom of the land So wished for: by the water-side and on the dry sea-strand 510 We tend our bodies here and there; sleep floodeth every limb. But ere the hour-bedriven night in midmost orb did swim, Nought slothful Palinurus rose, ...
— The AEneids of Virgil - Done into English Verse • Virgil
... must mention. You have already guessed that the tale was not told at one sitting. Between the start and the point where I broke off last night, we had lunched, taken a stroll Piccadilly-wards, done some shopping, and chatted on the way about various friends and what had happened to them in this while—Jack questioning, of course, while I did almost all the talking. It was in the emptying Park, as we sat and watched the carriages go by, that he told ...
— Foe-Farrell • Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
... red-bearded, big-boned and mighty; they sit at the wine in a fair chamber, and a well-looking dame serveth them; and there are weaponed men no few about the streets. Wilt thou pass by friends, and old friends? Now ride on, Green Coats! stride forth, Shepherds! staves on your shoulders, Wool-wards! and there goes the host over the hills into Upmeads, and the Burg-devils will have come from the Wood Debateable to find graves by the fair river. And then do thy will, O ...
— The Well at the World's End • William Morris
... of our party tent-wards, having kicked the embers of the fire into safety, the advance guard of the fog was creeping slowly among the trees, like white arms feeling their way. Mingled with the smoke was the odour of moss and soil and bark, and the peculiar flavour of the Baltic, ...
— Three More John Silence Stories • Algernon Blackwood
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