Go home, thou foul churl, and be ever a thrall!
"Hero-Myths & Legends of the British Race" by Maud Isabel Ebbutt
The churl that wants another's fare Deserves at least to lose his share.
"The Fables of Phædrus" by Phaedrus
I am no sour churl to take offence at the idle words of a foolish boy.
"Fifty-Two Stories For Girls" by Various
He, troublesome old cross-grained churl that he was, would soon be out of the way.
"The Bertrams" by Anthony Trollope
That night, after cursing myself for a churl, I wrote and wished her good luck.
"Uncanny Tales" by Various
Let it not, however, be surmised that I have any mind to Malign the Useful Churls who make our Clothes.
"The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2 of 3" by George Augustus Sala
The "churl" had no rights which those in office were bound to respect.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 109, November, 1866" by Various
Churl that you are t'enjoy such wealth alone!
"Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age" by Various
Stand off, churl of Kapparon!
"Historic Boys" by Elbridge Streeter Brooks
Away, to the watch-tower, dull-witted churl, that the sight may not escape you which is so plain to me!
"The Wagnerian Romances" by Gertrude Hall
The green hills and shore
Be with white keeps disfigured,
And the Mote of Rathmore
Be the Saxon churl’s haggard!
"The Downfall Of The Gael" by Samuel Ferguson
And thus she walks among her girls
With praise and mild rebukes;
Subduing e'en rude village churls
By her angelic looks.
"The Good Part That Shall Not Be Taken Away" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Welcome, my lord!
I am shamed to think my sovereign's son should wait,
Through a churl's ignorance, without my doors.
"The Spagnoletto. Act III" by Emma Lazarus
Familiar with thy melody,
We go debating of its power,
As churls, who hear it hour by hour,
Contemn the skylark's minstrelsy -
"To Alfred Tennyson - 1883" by Robert Fuller Murray
Fair-browed Lycoris pines away
Because her Cyrus loves another;
The ruthless churl informs the girl
He loves her only as a brother!
"To Albius Tibullus" by Eugene Field
Cherries in nets against the wall,
Where Master Thrush his madrigal
Sings, and makes oath a churl is he
Who grudges cherries for a fee.
"The Choice" by Katharine Tynan