Yet he died in a wretched hovel of a place down off the Fulham Road.
"Buried Alive: A Tale of These Days" by Arnold Bennett
Their habitations are miserable hovels, destitute of every convenience and disgustingly filthy.
"The World of Waters" by Mrs. David Osborne
The houses of the lower classes are miserable hovels, built of wood or brick.
"A Woman's Journey Round the World" by Ida Pfeiffer
Going to the little hovel he lives in, found him lying very ill with pleurisy.
"Not Pretty, But Precious" by John Hay, et al.
By accident, the Warlock Fisher came to the door of his hovel, saw the drowning lad, and plunged instantaneously into the sea.
"The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, Issue 286, December 8, 1827" by Various
At last they came within sight of a group of squalid hovels in a valley.
"On Land And Sea At The Dardanelles" by Thomas Charles Bridges
Next I announce to hall and hovel Lord Asterisk's unwritten novel.
"The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction" by Various
The rise of industries built the large cities, with palaces on one hand and hovels on the other.
"Crime: Its Cause and Treatment" by Clarence Darrow
Their homes were the most miserable hovels, chimneyless, filthy.
"The Glories of Ireland" by Edited by Joseph Dunn and P.J. Lennox
Indeed, at this time his only ally was the pig that lived in one corner of the hovel.
"The Idler, Volume III., Issue XIII., February 1893" by Various
It was in the humblest hovel of the village of Lemesh that Alexis Razoum drew his first breath one day in 1709.
"Love affairs of the Courts of Europe" by Thornton Hall
Attached to each hovel is a small scrap of ground for a garden, which, however, is for the most part untended and uncultivated.
"Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation" by Frances Anne Kemble
Harold said nothing, and stood leaning moodily against the wall of the hovel, evidently a prey to painful thoughts.
"Fort Lafayette or, Love and Secession" by Benjamin Wood
And neither the hotel on the mountain top nor the hovel cabin under the second cliff saw him more the long summer through.
"The Quickening" by Francis Lynde
In the relief of the night against the window-pane its jewels shone like the only living things in the hovel.
"Tales of the Chesapeake" by George Alfred Townsend
Their little villages, composed of hovels or small log cottages, are guarded by rough earthworks.
"Stories of Later American History" by Wilbur F. Gordy
Almost broken-hearted she entered her desolate hovel at the foot of the mountain.
"A Chinese Wonder Book" by Norman Hinsdale Pitman
The Hortobagy herdsman's hovel, of which my host had spoken, was not to be found.
"Dr. Dumany's Wife" by Mór Jókai
It is found in the hovel as well as in the cultured home, in the school and the church.
"Twentieth Century Negro Literature" by Various
He tried to see, knowing that in that black and noisome hovel sight was impossible.
"The Four Feathers" by A. E. W. Mason
Those awful powers on man that wait,
On man, the beggar or the king,
To hovel bare or hall of state
A magic ring that masters fate
With each succeeding birthday bring.
"Birthday Verses" by James Russell Lowell
Gather them one and all,
From the private to the chief;
Come they from hovel or princely hall,
They fell for us, and for them should fall
The tears of a Nation's grief.
"March Of The Deathless Dead" by Abram Joseph Ryan
In dreams they doze, the drowsy boors,
Their hazy hovel warm and small:
Thought's ampler bound
But chill is found:
Within low doors the basking boors
Snugly hug the ember-mound.
"The Bench Of Boors" by Herman Melville
Vainly they seek; the idle quest is o'er;
The coarse, dark women, with their hanging locks,
And lean, wild children gather from the shore
To the black hovels bedded in the rocks.
"After A Lecture On Shelley" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
I went in the fields with the leisure I got,
The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower,
And the book in my pocket was read in an hour.
"The Frightened Ploughman" by John Clare
I would not live always; I ask not to stay,
Where I must bear the burden and heat of the day:
Where my body is cut with the lash or the cord,
And a hovel and hunger are all my reward.
"I Would Not Live Always" by John Pierpont