from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. The gathering and bringing home of the harvest; the time of harvest.
- n. The song sung by reapers at the feast made at the close of the harvest; the feast itself.
- n. A service of thanksgiving, at harvest time, in the Church of England and in the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States.
- n. The opportunity of gathering treasure.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. The time of gathering the harvest; the bringing home of the harvest; hence, any opportunity for making advantage or gain.
- n. A festival held by the English peasantry in August in honor of the homing of the harvest.
- n. The song sung at this festival.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. the gathering of a ripened crop
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By lucky chance we fell in with the country-folk celebrating their harvest-home.
As Jeanie entered she heard first the air, and then a part of the chorus and words, of what had been, perhaps, the song of a jolly harvest-home.
O baleful Envy! thou self-tormenting fiend! how dost thou predominate in all assemblies, from the grand gala of a court, to the meeting of simple peasants at their harvest-home!
I danced with him last harvest-home; I know not why, unless for sheer good-nature; and now, forsooth, I am to have Boullin for ever thrust in my teeth.
And so the good harvest was gathered in, and then, when the last sheaf was set up, and the laden waggon went slowly away from the bare fields, the harvest-home was celebrated.
The tattered remnant of a single bunch was all my harvest-home.
The festival of Saturnus himself occurred on December 17th, and was a barbarous and joyous harvest-home, a time of absolute relaxation and unrestrained merriment, when distinctions of rank were forgotten, and crowds thronged the streets crying, _Io Saturnalia!
Later, the harvest-home and the dance in green or barn when I was at almost my man's height, with the pluck to put a bare lip to its apprenticeship on a woman's cheek; the songs at _ceilidh_ fires, the telling of _sgeulachdan_ and fairy tales up on the mountain sheiling ----
Of course he did; and so did I; for these faulty hearts of ours cannot turn perfect in a night, but need frost and fire, wind and rain, to ripen and make them ready for the great harvest-home.
Old Berrichon airs were introduced with effect, as also such picturesque rustic festival customs as the ancient harvest-home ceremony, in which the last sheaf is brought on a wagon, gaily decked out with poppies, cornflowers and ribbons, and receives a libation of wine poured by the hand of the oldest or youngest person present.
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