___ of Lanterns, Oriental red-letter day

Usage examples of feast.

Now Ralph, he and his, being known for friends, these wild men could not make enough of them, and as it were, compelled them to abide there three days, feasting them, and making them all the cheer they might.

I tasted blood as though I were already drinking it, and I felt the abysmal and desperate emptiness that I always feel before I feast.

They knew there would be acceleration again, if the Movable Feast were not to plummet through the inside surface of the habitat and out into space.

It was as if he could see Ado and the others standing there in the flickering torchlight, grim spectres at the feast that no amount of alcohol or take would erase.

Count Bunker, arrayed in a becoming suit of knickerbockers, and looking as fresh as if he had feasted last night on aerated water, who sat down to consume it.

At Sleginhold, Lady Agatine would preside with Orlin Renne over a moonlit feast in honor of St.

The ghost of slavery had been banished from our national banquet: and, relieved of this terror, the American people began to show, more aggressively than ever before, their ability to provide and to consume a bountiful feast.

And every year, on the feast of First God Ait, Jair had offered up another thousand bars of gold.

Eh, amigos, no king since Montezuma feasted better than the Healer and me.

Laura felt cheated, for here came Amir Bedawi, at last, and she had no sun to provide her eyes the feast they had waited for all day.

Whatever else might happen that afternoon, no one would need or want Radgar Atheling for anything until at least sundown and the feast in the hall, probably not much even then.

After that he had gone feasting with the four merry lads, and they were now carrying him to Bazar Street and the young lady he had won from the unlucky baron.

It was but the other day, upon the feasts of the blessed Simon and Jude, that he slew my younger brother William in Bere Forest--for which, by the black thorn of Glastonbury!

I rode up and down hills laboriously in snow-drifts, getting off often to ease my faithful Birdie by walking down ice-clad slopes, stopping constantly to feast my eyes upon that changeless glory, always seeing some new ravine, with its depths of color or miraculous brilliancy of red, or phantasy of form.

How Iagoo, the great boaster, He the marvellous story-teller, Told his tales of strange adventure, That the feast might be more joyous, That the time might pass more gayly, And the guests be more contented.