home-returning

Many a time, home-returning at night — when the black contours of the island loomed up in the distance against the pure tropic sky tremulous with myriads of unsullied stars — has its tepid fragrance drifted across the water as a salutation and a greeting.

The Confessions of a Beachcomber 2003

Toward the end of summer they willingly left that paradise, for they had decided at last to make that home-returning voyage which had invited them so long.

Mark Twain: A Biography 2003

She saw no more the river, trees, or home-returning birds; heard not the rush of water or of wind, -- nor, even now, the hurry and the shout; that possibly to-morrow would follow the poor wool-comber through the streets of Meaux, -- and on the third day they would brand him!

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 34, August, 1860 Various

But unopened she held the little printed scroll, while she watched the home-returning birds, whose nests were in the mighty branches of the chestnut-trees.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 34, August, 1860 Various

He sniffed London all day with a home-returning satisfaction in her solidity and her ugliness and her low-toned fogs and her great throbbing unostentatious importance, which the more flippant capital seemed to have intensified in him.

A Daughter of To-Day Sara Jeannette Duncan

None of those home-returning Gaels paid heed to his pause, for they were more Alasdair Macdonald's men than his;

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

Nor did her conversation with her husband in the home-returning carriage tend to soften Lena's heart.

Jewel Weed Alice Ames Winter 1904

The horsemen seemed some home-returning aerial race, so straight they rode into the west.

The Long Roll Mary Johnston 1903

Overhead the broad leaves hung motionless on their stems; the delicate reed-stalks off in the pearly haze stood up arrowy-straight; occasionally a home-returning bee shot humming athwart the shade, and a partridge, creeping from the sedge, drank, whistled to his mate, and ran away.

Ben-Hur, a tale of the Christ 1901

My parents, listening anxiously to hear my home-returning foot.

National Epics Kate Milner Rabb 1901