"Habitant" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... qu'on nomme l'Eternel, Je te predis de belles destinees; L'humanite te doit plus d'un autel. Car l'etranger dans ta charmante enceinte Trouve toujours, suivant son rang, son nom, Le bon accueil, l'hospitalite sainte, Que sait offrir l'habitant de Luchon." ...
— A Midsummer Drive Through The Pyrenees • Edwin Asa Dix
... lau{er}des blisse. u most al gan rin. ant al beon bigotten rin for in e ne mei hit nanesweis neomen in. her{}of ha herie godd [&] singe un{}werget eau{er} iliche lusti in is loft songes. as hit iwriten is. Beati q{ui} habitant. et c'. Eadi beo eo lau{er}d. e iin hus wunie. ha schulen herien e ...
— Selections from early Middle English, 1130-1250 - Part I: Texts • Various
... characteristics of Various Productiveness, Unity, and Openness or Publicity, the continent indicates the description of man who may be its fit habitant. It suggests a nation vast in numbers and in power, existing not as an aggregate of fragments, but as an organic unit, the vital spirit of the whole prevailing in each of its parts; and consequently predicts a man suitable for wide and yet intimate societies. Let us not, however, ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, Issue 12, October, 1858 • Various
... benefiting and of deeds fair-seeming and worthy celebrating, that quoth the man to the youth[FN612], "Trust in Allah, for verily joy shall assuredly come to thee from the Almighty." "What joy?" quoth the Khwajah's son, "and indeed this city is a ruinous heap nor is there indweller or habitant or any to attest God's Unity." But the man ceased not going about the highways of the deserted town with his companion till such time as he reached the Palace of the Sultanate, and the twain entering therein found it with its vases and its ...
— Supplemental Nights, Volume 5 • Richard F. Burton
... But I will charge thee too, With urgent exhortation, to perform The funeral rite for her who lies within— She is thy kinswoman—howe'er thou wilt. But never let this city of my sires Claim me for living habitant! There, there Leave me to range the mountain, where my nurse, Cithaeron, echoeth with my name,—Cithaeron, Which both my parents destined for my tomb. So my true murderers will be my death. Yet one thing I can tell. Mine end will come Not by disease nor ordinary chance ...
— The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
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