And Stephen actually came too, murmuring that it would be the Benedicite, which he had never minded.
"The Longest Journey" by E. M. Forster
There was a real benedicite in the air.
"Carnac's Folly, Complete" by Gilbert Parker
You, Benedicite, get to Grandchamp as soon as possible.
"The Companions of Jehu" by Alexandre Dumas, père
But, Benedicite, what is to be done next?
"The Fair Maid of Perth" by Sir Walter Scott
John d'Estivet, surnamed 'Benedicite,' canon of Beauvais and Bayeux, was another of Cauchon's creatures.
"Joan of Arc" by Ronald Sutherland Gower
Benedicite: An invocation of blessing.
"The Vision of Sir Launfal" by James Russell Lowell
Unless God gives the benedicite.
"The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2" by Robert Herrick
There are certain hymns appointed for use on Sundays, canticles from the Old and New Testament, the Te Deum, Benedicite, and Quicunque Vult.
"Bell's Cathedrals: A Short Account of Romsey Abbey" by Thomas Perkins
Farewell, my coat, and benedicite!
"The Gypsies" by Charles G. Leland
He made use of the ordinary formula in asking permission to speak, 'Benedicite.
"En Route" by J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans
His right hand man was Jean d'Estivet (or "Benedicite").
"The Story of Rouen" by Sir Theodore Andrea Cook
Benedicite, not one word, 468.
"Notes and Queries, Index of Volume 3, January-June, 1851" by Various
There's a theme for a master to write a Benedicite.
"Lorimer of the Northwest" by Harold Bindloss
When he came to table, Fandor noticed that he forgot to pronounce the Benedicite.
"A Nest of Spies" by Pierre Souvestre
Sing about the cattle the Benedicite and some litanies and the Pater Noster.
"The Old English Herbals" by Eleanour Sinclair Rohde
The cenobite gave him a grim smile, but merely added his benedicite and passed on.
"Agincourt" by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James
Hist havering, say Benedicite.
"The Three Perils of Man, Vol. 3 (of 3)" by James Hogg
Best for worst shall make amends,
Find us, keep us, leave us friends
Till, perchance, we meet again.
"Programme" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Our bird makes merry his dull bars with song,
Yet would not penitential psalms accord
More fitly with your sin than minstrels' lays?
"The Dance To Death. Act II" by Emma Lazarus
The God of Love—"ah, benedicite!"
How mighty and how great a Lord is he!
For he of low hearts can make high, of high
He can make low, and unto death bring nigh;
And hard-hearts he can make them kind and free.
"From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale" by William Wordsworth