"Anigh" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... dissension ruled the pair, Each turned on each a frowning air, When flickering from the bank anigh, A flight of martens met their eye. Sometime their course they watched; and then They nodded off to ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. XXII (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... drop from welkin clear. He stands all Kings above in potent worth; * Nor to compare with him doth aught appear: Near him thou soon shalt hap upon thy want, * And see all joy and gladness draw thee near: Then cut the wolds and wilds unfounted till * The goal thou goest for anigh shalt speer!" ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 5 • Richard F. Burton
... she. 'I've no warrant. Don't take me for an enemy,' says she. 'I'm your best friend,' says she. 'I'm the new doctor.' I told her I had heard a whisper of that too; but we had got a parish doctor already, and one was enough. 'Not when he never comes anigh you,' says she, 'and lets you go half way to meet your diseases.' 'I don't know for that,' says I, and indeed I haan't a notion what she meant, for my part; but says I, 'I don't want no women folk to come here a-doctoring o' me, ...
— The Woman-Hater • Charles Reade
... carried ink in a great golden ink-horn and sand in a golden basin, while the other bore a kind of golden quiver that was stuffed full, not indeed of arrows, but of quills of the gray goose. When this little company of pages had come anigh to Messer Simone, who seemed to greet their approach with great satisfaction, the pages that carried the book stood before their master, and Simone, stooping to the charger, unclasped the great book and flung it open and showed that its leaves were white and fair. The ...
— The God of Love • Justin Huntly McCarthy
... by, Mistaking that which falsest is, for true; 'Tis not that pleasure hath entwined me, 'Tis not that sorrow hath enshrined me; I bear no badge of roses or of rue, But in the inmost chambers of my soul There is another world, a blessed home, O'er which no living power holdeth control, Anigh to which ill things do never come. There shineth the glad sunlight of clear thought, With hope, and faith, holding communion high, Over a fragrant land with flowers wrought, Where gush the living springs of poesy; There speak the voices that I love to hear, There smile the glances ...
— Poems • Frances Anne Butler |
