Standing, for the most part, on the
hallowed precincts of the quarter-deck, they were careful not to speak or rustle their feet.
- lest her sweet soul, amid its
hallowed mirth, "Should catch the note, as it doth float - up from the damned Earth.
O loveliest and best-loved face that ever
hallowed the eyes that now seek for you in vain!
With us there is great justice, because that war is just which is necessary, and arms are
hallowed when there is no other hope but in them.
But, if the spirits of the Dead ever come back to earth, to visit spots
hallowed by the love--the love beyond the grave--of those whom they knew in life, I believe that the shade of Agnes sometimes hovers round that solemn nook.
But, you will say, we destroy the most
hallowed of relations, when we replace home education by social.
"It certainly was little less than sacrilege," replied Grandfather; "but the time was coming when even the churches, where
hallowed pastors had long preached the word of God, were to be torn down or desecrated by the British troops.
He has tossed in his hand squadrons of war-scarred three-deckers, and shredded out in mere sport the bunting of flags
hallowed in the traditions of honour and glory.
The place of justice is an
hallowed place; and therefore not only the bench, but the foot-place; and precincts and purprise thereof, ought to be preserved without scandal and corruption.
Spring decked the
hallowed emblem with young blossoms and fresh green boughs; Summer brought roses of the deepest blush, and the perfected foliage of the forest; Autumn enriched it with that red and yellow gorgeousness which converts each wildwood leaf into a painted flower; and Winter silvered it with sleet, and hung it round with icicles, till it flashed in the cold sunshine, itself a frozen sunbeam.
To stand before it in the flesh--to see it as they saw it now--to sail upon the
hallowed sea, and kiss the holy soil that compassed it about: these were aspirations they had cherished while a generation dragged its lagging seasons by and left its furrows in their faces and its frosts upon their hair.
"The last lines were written precisely in the
hallowed hour when Richard Wagner gave up the ghost in Venice."