"Whisp" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... epistles and sonnets, love billets and groan-ets, Ye'll tear the poor Postie to shivers and rags. Noo Jock sends to Jenny, it costs but ae penny, A screed that has near broke the Dictionar's back, Fu' o' dove-in and dear-in, and thoughts on the shearin'!! Nae need noo o' whisp'rin' ayont a wheat stack. Auld drivers were lazy, their mail-coaches crazy, At ilk public-house they stopt for a gill; But noo at the gallop, cheap mail-bags maun wallop. Hurrah for our Postman, the great Roland Hill. "Then send round ...
— A Hundred Years by Post - A Jubilee Retrospect • J. Wilson Hyde
... near the holiday, When piety and pity met In whisp'ring council, and agreed That Christmas time, in homes of need, Should be remembered in a way ...
— Poems - Vol. IV • Hattie Howard
... These would be hired dancers to entertain the pleasure-mad throng, a young girl with vine leaves in her hair and a dark young man of barbaric appearance. The girl was clad in a mere whisp of a girdle and shining breast plates, while the man was arrayed chiefly in a coating of dark stain. They swirled over the dance floor to the broken rhythm of the orchestra, now clinging, now apart, working to a climax in which the man ...
— Merton of the Movies • Harry Leon Wilson
... they understood—Isoult between her two women, the monk behind. A girl chained by the middle to a monk— Oh, miracle! She sat very still in her carved chair, folding her patient hands. So thin, so frail, so transparent she was, they thought her pure spirit, a whisp of gossamered breath, or one of those gauzy sublimations which the winter will make of a dead leaf. The cowed audience watched her wonderfully; some of the women snivelled. The white monks, the singing ...
— The Forest Lovers • Maurice Hewlett
... and dry the Paste a little over the Fire, then rub all the Pulp through a Sieve; then weigh, and to every Pound take eighteen Ounces of Sugar, sifted very fine, and the Whites of four Eggs, put all in the Pan together, and with a Whisp beat till it is very stiff, so that you may lay it in pretty high Drops; and when it is so beaten, drop it in what Form you please on the back Sides of Cards, (Paper being too thin, it will be difficult to get it off;) ...
— The Art of Confectionary • Edward Lambert
... dream, Let but the dove Hear a faint echo of her happy name; But tell her worth, Say that at sight of her the evening dies Upon the earth, And bees and little flower bells still their mirth And jasmines whisp'ring of her starry eyes. ...
— Atma - A Romance • Caroline Augusta Frazer
... smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there: There pleasing objects useful thought suggest; The sense is ravish'd, and the soul is blest; On every thorn delightful wisdom grows; In every rill a sweet instruction flows. But some, untaught, o'erhear the whisp'ring rill, In spite of sacred leisure, blockheads still; Nor shoots up folly to a nobler bloom In her own native soil, the drawing-room. The squire is proud to see his coursers strain, Or well-breath'd ...
— The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 • Edward Young
... Talk'd to the echo; satyrs broke their dance, And all the upper world lay in a trance. Only the curled streams soft chidings kept, And little gales that from the green leaf swept Dry summer's dust, in fearful whisp'rings stirr'd, As loath to ...
— Notes and Queries, Number 76, April 12, 1851 • Various
... my soul! Thy Saviour sings; Catch the joy that music brings; And, with that sweet flood of song, Pour thy whisp'ring praise along. ...
— Old Groans and New Songs - Being Meditations on the Book of Ecclesiastes • F. C. Jennings
... clasped in my right hand, Followeth me fast, with unequal pace, And at my back my wife. Thus did we pass By places shadowed most with the night, And me, whom late the dart which enemies threw, Nor press of Argive routs could make amaz'd, Each whisp'ring wind hath power now to fray, And every sound to move my doubtful mind. So much I dread my burden and my fere.* And now we 'gan draw near unto the gate, Right well escap'd the danger, as me thought, When that at hand a sound of feet we heard. My father then, gazing throughout the ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... the voices of children are heard on the green And whisp'rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My ...
— An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard (1751) and The Eton College Manuscript • Thomas Gray
... a-year; The bolt discharged, the sky grows clear; But every sublunary dowdy, The more she scolds, the more she's cloudy. [How useful were a woman's thunder, If she, like us, would burst asunder! Yet, though her stays hath often cursed her, And, whisp'ring, wish'd the devil burst her: For hourly thund'ring in his face, She ne'er was known to burst a lace.] Some critic may object, perhaps, That clouds are blamed for giving claps; But what, alas! are claps ethereal, Compared for mischief to venereal? ...
— Poems (Volume II.) • Jonathan Swift |
