"Swarth" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... with power Shine through the wintry North On every peak's white tower, On Kattegat so swarth. All is so still and spacious, ' The Northern Lights flow free, Creating bright and gracious A day ...
— Poems and Songs • Bjornstjerne Bjornson
... as thick as the stalks of wheat usually do. this affords one of the best winter pastures on earth for horses or cows, and of course will be much in favour of an establishment should it ever be thought necessary to fix one at this place. the grass is also luxouriant and would afford a fine swarth of hay at this time in parsels of many acres together. all those who are not hunting altho much fatiegued are busily engaged in dressing their skins, making mockersons leggings &c to make themselves comfortable. the Musquetoes are more than usually troublesome, the knats are not as much so. in ...
— The Journals of Lewis and Clark • Meriwether Lewis et al
... the sallow face burnt with living scarlet on lip and cheek; the tiny pearl-grains of teeth flashed across the swarth shade above her curving, passionate mouth; the wide nostrils expanded; the great eyes flamed under her low brow and glittering coils ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. II, No. 8, June 1858 • Various
... stepped into the Danes' Close. All the hay was down, except a small piece in the further corner, which the mowers were upon. There were groups of children in many parts of the field, and women to look after them, mostly sitting on the fresh swarth, working and gossiping, while the little ones played about. He had not gone twenty yards before he was stopped by the violent crying of a child; and turning toward the voice, he saw a little girl of six or seven, who had strayed from her mother, scrambling out of the ditch, ...
— Tom Brown at Oxford • Thomas Hughes
... are invited, From the alleys dimly lighted, From the pestilential vapours Of the over-peopled town— From the fever and the panic, Comes the hard-worked, swarth mechanic— Comes the young wife pallor-stricken At the cares that round her thicken— Comes the boy whose brow is wrinkled, Ere his chin is clothed in down— And the foolish pleasure-seekers, Nightly thinking They are drinking Life and joy from poisoned ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy |
