street-singer

After Alvise leaves the room, the street-singer Gioconda appears, having sneaked into the house and overheard everything.

Archive 2006-07-01 Jaime J. Weinman 2006

After Alvise leaves the room, the street-singer Gioconda appears, having sneaked into the house and overheard everything.

La Gioconda Jaime J. Weinman 2006

Very few of them ever got to hear even a street-singer; no one was out in the morning when they would scamper in to work, and by the time they went home in the evening, it was generally in a fog of exhaustion.

The Eagle And The Nightingale Lackey, Mercedes 1995

No street-singer could compete with all the bean-bread, onions, and bacon grease to spread on the bread that one could eat, and a cup of real ale to wash it down.

The Eagle And The Nightingale Lackey, Mercedes 1995

Below, in the town, a street-singer had established herself in a little thoroughfare; people had gathered around her to listen to her singing, and we three -- that is, Yves, Chrysantheme, and I-- who happened to be passing, stopped also.

The French Immortals Series — Complete Various

There was not a particle of the professional street-singer about Baubie Wishart, the child of that species being generally clean-washed, or at least soapy, of face, with lank, smooth-combed and greasy hair; and usually, too, with a smug, sanctimonious air of meriting a better fate.

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. XVI., December, 1880. Various

The tone of his voice will change and he will slur his intervals, after the approved manner of the street-singer.

The Merry-Go-Round Carl Van Vechten 1922

She remembered some of her mother's French songs, and seeing a street-singer one day, she established herself in the market-place in that character, with grown people on their knees around her, ready to fall on her and kiss her and call her Phonodoree, the fairy.

The Christian A Story Hall Caine 1892

When this hymn was finished, someone else, imitating the whine of a street-singer, started, 'Oh, where is my wandering boy tonight?' and then Harlow -- who by some strange chance had a penny -- took it out of his pocket and dropped it on the floor, the ringing of the coin being greeted with shouts of 'Thank you, kind lady,' from several of the singers.

The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists Robert Tressell 1890

I was absent once -- I returned and found her sleeping tranquilly -- yes! on the breast of a black-browed street-singer from Venice -- a handsome lad enough and brave as a young lion.

Vendetta: a story of one forgotten Marie Corelli 1889