home-returning love


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  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

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

    Jewel Weed

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

    The Long Roll

  • 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

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

    National Epics


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