W. Howitt

Cited as W. Howitt. — 8 quotations

This climate has not seduced by its amenities.

Every true heart must felicitate itself that its lot is cast in this kingdom.

A massy fragment from the rich kissingcrust that hangs like a fretted cornice from the upper half of the loaf.

This laidly and loathsome worm.

I think I'm as hard as a nur, and as tough as whitleather.

The long, pensile branches of the birches.

The whispering leaves or solemn sough of the forest.

And the urchins that stand with their thievish eyes Forever on watch ran off each with a prize.