"Pallet" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... lay, For no one sent the second pay. Two busts, fraught with every grace A Venus' and Apollo's face, He placed in view; resolved to please, Whoever sat, he drew from these, 30 From these corrected every feature, And spirited each awkward creature. All things were set; the hour was come, His pallet ready o'er his thumb, My lord appeared; and seated right In proper attitude and light, The painter looked, he sketched the piece, Then dipp'd his pencil, talked of Greece, Of Titian's tints, of Guido's ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
... of foul weather came foully back the gout that crippled him. I would have had him stay in his bed. "I cannot! How do you think I can?" In the end he had us build him some kind of shelter upon deck, fastening there a bench and laying a pallet upon this. Here, propped against the wood, covered with cloaks, he still watched the sea and how went our ship and the ...
— 1492 • Mary Johnston
... the rocky sides of the horrible shaft, where mocking, jibing, fiend-like forms were perched; and I could feel the air rushing past me, making my hair stream out by the force of the unwholesome blast. Then the paroxysm sometimes ceased for a few moments, and I would sink back on my pallet, drenched with perspiration, utterly exhausted, and feeling a dreadful certainty of the ...
— Stories of Achievement, Volume III (of 6) - Orators and Reformers • Various
... a sort of apprentice-servant, of course, as all beginners were in those times. In the big house, he probably had a pallet bed in one of those upper dormitories where the menservants slept, and he doubtless fed with them in the lower hall at first. They must have laughed at his unmannerly ways, and at his surprise over every new detail of civilized life, but ...
— Ave Roma Immortalis, Vol. 2 - Studies from the Chronicles of Rome • Francis Marion Crawford
... oblivion of the tragic events which constituted the first great epoch of her monotonous life. A nervous restlessness took possession of her, she refused to occupy her old room, and insisted upon sleeping on a pallet at the foot of her grandfather's bed. She forsook her whilom haunts about the spring and forest, and started up in terror at every sudden sound; while from each opening between the chestnut trees the hazel eyes of the dead man, and the wan, thin face ...
— St. Elmo • Augusta J. Evans
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