Thorns

Examples

• In my quiet days, when I was my own man, I never quarrelled with the night for being long, nor cursed my bed for its thorns. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Try lower down, and pick those that have no thorns, said Amy, gathering three of the tiny cream-colored ones that starred the wall behind her. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• We have cleared away all the old thorns that grew in patches over the brow. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
• And some fell among thorns and the thorns sprung up and choked them. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
• They have, also--which was far more interesting to me--a piece of the true cross, and some nails, and a part of the crown of thorns. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• They are sharp thorns, but they are such comfort. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Perdita, I had said, some day you will discover that you have done wrong in again casting Raymond on the thorns of life. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• What thorns and briers, what flints, he strewed in the path of feet not inured to rough travel! Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Then there is the crown of thorns; they have part of one in Sainte Chapelle, in Paris, and part of one also in Notre Dame. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• My seat was on thorns, and my soul was on fire to speak but I held my tongue, and let Papa go on. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• They were flowing for the fertilization of the land where grapes are gathered from thorns, and figs from thistles. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• The crown of thorns was made of real thorns, and was nailed to the sacred head. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• He no more gathers grapes from thorns or figs from thistles than older men did in old times. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• My couch had no thorns in it that night; my solitary room no fears. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Suddenly everything around him seemed to fade, and a vision rose before him of one crowned with thorns, buffeted and bleeding. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Out of this place she got the crown of thorns, the nails of the cross, the true Cross itself, and the cross of the penitent thief. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.

Typist: Patricia