So he returned all manner of evasive replies, even the timeworn native excuse of illness.
Go now and elicit wheezy strains from yon venerable and timeworn fire-engine," said Claverton, in a low tone.
The rude timeworn figures tell the story of the life of the Virgin on the N.
We rode by New Cross and Lewisham, through Lee Village with its two "Tiger" Inns and the stocks upon the green, through Eltham with the timeworn gables of its ancient palace rising on our right, dreaming of past glories.
Sometimes this throat uttered Yes, sometimes it uttered No; sometimes it made inquiries about a timeworn denizen of the place.
III The First Act in a Timeworn Drama The afternoon was fine, and Yeobright walked on the heath for an hour with his mother.
Ten minutes later, a young woman descended from the timeworn hack.
But the next morning, to the unfailing delight of all the pupils, this incorrigible young imp would respond seriously and even more blandly with the same timeworn and utterly foolish phrase.
Beyond the fountain, before the timeworn cloister, sat an aged brother surrounded by monks.
The brother, waiting without, led them across ancient flagstones to timeworn steps of generous dimension.
The tower was built in 1895 to replace a timeworn tower, with granite stones from the Saint-James quarries.
And the news sheets are before us, With their timewornlocal items, With their cunning jests and humor, With their antique advertisements, With their long-forgotten pages.
Never more the timeworn benches Shall reecho words of wisdom; Never more the brick and plaster Shall have grace from text and precept, Ne'er alas!
Out in the High Street is seen a block of timeworn sandstone, whereon, according to a credible tradition, young Arthur Tudor's body was laid, he having died while travelling this way from Ludlow Castle to Bewdley.
We now step inside the church, an ancient timeworn structure whose low grey stone walls, narrow windows and simple bell-cot, look thoroughly in keeping with the circumjacent landscape.
Peeping over the nearer tree-tops, the old grey timeworn tower of its ancient Priory church announces our approach to Chirbury, a picturesque village which can lay claim to a venerable past.
With its rough, timeworn buttresses, and dilapidated string-courses fringed with moss and splotched with lichens, this old tower looks exceedingly picturesque, and forms a capital subject for a sketch.
