He had laced buskins on his feet, and a broad-brimmed Panama hat on his head.
"The Boy Hunters" by Captain Mayne Reid
My mistress' deity also drew me fro it, And love triumpheth o'er his buskined poet.
"The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3)" by Christopher Marlowe
In thus abandoning the buskin for the Bible, Lola Montez was following one example and setting another.
"The Magnificent Montez" by Horace Wyndham
To save his shins from attack he wrapped his legs in newspaper buskins.
"From Place to Place" by Irvin S. Cobb
Below the knee his legs were naked, ending in a buskined moccasin, that fitted tightly round the ankle.
"The Scalp Hunters" by Mayne Reid
Martha took the little girl up-stairs and put on a blue delaine frock and white apron, and polished her "buskins," as the low shoes were called.
"A Little Girl in Old New York" by Amanda Millie Douglas
I wore upon my feet a pair of little "buskins" that laced up to the very ankle.
"The Boy Tar" by Mayne Reid
Their feet were incased in buskins that seemed to be made of leather.
"The Fire People" by Ray Cummings
His buskins are yellow, and he is standing on his right foot in a niche.
"Lives of the Most Eminent Painters Sculptors and Architects" by Giorgio Vasari
It's in our blood, the love of the buskin.
"Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905" by Various
His buskins, setting off his fine form, gave him a very noble appearance.
"Scenes in the Hawaiian Islands and California" by Mary Evarts Anderson
Presently a gentleman, who had evidently ridden hard, came into the hall, his cloak and buskins bespattered with mud.
"Penshurst Castle" by Emma Marshall
There is one point of resemblance between the hero of the sock and buskin and the Knight of the quill.
"My Life: or the Adventures of Geo. Thompson" by George Thompson
One wore tight, high boots, and the others a sort of white buskin, with ankle straps.
"Astounding Stories, March, 1931" by Various
The actors had to wear brazen masks and tall buskins, or no one could have well seen or heard them.
"Aunt Charlotte's Stories of Greek History" by Charlotte M. Yonge
Urg reached within the hollow and drew out a pair of high buskins which he aided Garin to lace on.
"The People of the Crater" by Andrew North
Even in the midst of this talk about buskins, love-books and virginals, it shone out.
"The English Novel in the Time of Shakespeare" by J. J. Jusserand
My light buskins were completely worn off my feet and full of gravel.
"Eyes Like the Sea" by Mór Jókai
Just imagine to yourself Julius Caesar with his toga and buskin on, and having a chimney-top hat on his head.
"A Frenchman in America" by Max O'Rell
A slave offered him the thick-soled buskins which he usually wore, in order to increase his height.
"A Struggle for Rome, v. 3" by Felix Dahn
"E'en now, to meet me in yon dell,
My Mary's buskins brush the dew."
He spoke, nor bade the Chief farewell
But call'd his dogs, and gay withdrew.
"Glenfinlas; or, Lord Ronald's Coronach" by Sir Walter Scott
Good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels
When the tired player shuffles off the buskin;
A page of Hood may do a fellow good
After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.
"How To Not Settle It" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Then, brushing the nut—sweet gorse, she sped
Where the runnel lisps in its reedy bed,
O'er shepherded pasture and crested fallow,
And buskined her thigh with strips of sallow.
"The Passing Of Spring" by Alfred Austin
Ah, Love, th' Invisible Buskin at the Gate
Illumes your Eyes that languored gaze and wait
And in their Incandescence seem to ask
The world-old Question: "Is my Hat On Straight?"
"The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr." by Wallace Irwin
Blithe Health! thou soul of life and ease!
Come thou, too, on the balmy breeze,
Invigorate my frame:
I'll join with thee the buskin'd chase,
With thee the distant clime will trace
Beyond those clouds of flame.
"To The Morning" by Henry Kirke White
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand."
"Eclogue 7: Meliboeus Corydon Thrysis" by Publius Vergilius Maro