Clo expected to see a grumpy graybeard.
"The Lion's Mouse" by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
Thus, you see, in this matter you are the graybeard and I but a boy.
"At Aboukir and Acre" by George Alfred Henty
At him again, graybeard!
"Nicanor - Teller of Tales" by C. Bryson Taylor
What fatal ambition overmasters a graybeard of sixty-eight?...
"The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte" by William Milligan Sloane
They've got to be gran'ther Graybeards every one of 'em, or they don't come.
"Country Neighbors" by Alice Brown
On a sack of barley sat his father, a blind graybeard, nearly eighty years old.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865" by Various
He twisted sharply round upon one graybeard whose laugh still rumbled between his teeth.
"A Son of Hagar" by Sir Hall Caine
And when the graybeard minstrel saw his grief, he thought upon his question of the Yule-tide gone.
"The Little Colonel's Christmas Vacation" by Annie Fellows Johnston
Above that dust a band of graybeards heaved upon a lever.
"In the Morning of Time" by Charles G. D. Roberts
The graybeard slammed the door and laughed savagely.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930" by Various
The burly graybeard sprang to his feet.
"Dreamers of the Ghetto" by I. Zangwill
It is common knowledge that young girls do not marry old graybeards solely for their money or their name.
"The Sexual Question" by August Forel
The old graybeard was up to his form, all right!
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science January 1931" by Various
But she was beginning to believe the old graybeard to be a bear.
"The Little Regiment" by Stephen Crane
The mob set up a frightful yell at the sight of the grim, stalwart graybeard, to which he responded with a mock bow like a stage hero.
"Pretty Michal" by Mór Jókai
I felt sorry to see the graybeards bending over the carronades to take aim.
"The Invasion of France in 1814" by Émile Erckmann
But Graybeard is quite lame just now.
"A Man of Honor" by George Cary Eggleston
Well was his onset warded by the graybeard stout and true.
"The Nibelungenlied" by Unknown
A graybeard told the stranger ladies that Santillana was the oldest city in Spain and its cathedral the most beautiful.
"Spanish Highways and Byways" by Katharine Lee Bates
A hundred commentators have said that this tribute of the graybeards is the most supreme compliment ever paid to mortal woman's charms.
"Superwomen" by Albert Payson Terhune
But Moslem graves, with turban stones,
And mosque-spires gleaming white, in view,
And graybeard Mollahs in low tones
Chanting their Koran service through.
"The Star Of Bethlehem" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Old age, the graybeard! Well, indeed, I know him,—
Shrunk, tottering, bent, of aches and ills the prey;
In sermon, story, fable, picture, poem,
Oft have I met him from my earliest day:
"The Iron Gate" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
I told you 't was nonsense. Joe, give us a song!
Go harness up "Dolly," and fetch her along!--
Dead! Dead! You false graybeard, I swear they are not!
Hurrah for Old Hickory!--Oh, I forgot!
"Once More" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
The King exclaimed, "O graybeard pale!
Come warm thee with this cup of ale."
The foaming draught the old man quaffed,
The noisy guests looked on and laughed.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
"Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part. 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VI. -- The Wraith Of Od" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Not mine the graybeard's glittering eye
That held his captive still
To hold my silent prisoners by
And let me have my will;
Nay, I were like the three-years' child,
To think you could be so beguiled!
"On The Threshold" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Then Jack and Frank and Will resolved,
With hand on sword and cutting glances,
That they would lead that Graybeard forth
To livelier tunes and other dances.
But who that saw Pam's eyes a-shining
With love and joy would see her pining!
"Pamela In Town" by Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz