These hirelings are not talked down to; they are considered one with the rest.
"The Evolution of the Country Community" by Warren H. Wilson
O the hireling and apostate minister!
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volume XXI" by Robert Louis Stevenson
On the receipt of such a letter, the Government lays a trap for its adversaries, and surrounds the threatened spot with hirelings.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 5 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Not all the hirelings in the world shall make me break my parole.
"Peggy Owen and Liberty" by Lucy Foster Madison
The Earl was contemplating his hireling, his face expressive of mixed emotions, the rest of us filling up the background as usual.
"The Adventures of the Eleven Cuff-Buttons" by James Francis Thierry
You're a capitalistic hireling sent out here to oppress the poor workingman.
"Blue Goose" by Frank Lewis Nason
Let every man who is Freedom's warrior wear it; it will distinguish us from the hireling host of slavery!
"Eyes Like the Sea" by Mór Jókai
Sir Baron, if I give way to my displeasure at the presumption of this hireling.
"The Rebellion in the Cevennes, an Historical Novel" by Ludwig Tieck
I'd have you know, Yank, that one Confederit is wuth a whole rijimint o' Lincoln hirelings.
"Si Klegg, Book 3 (of 6) Si And Shorty Meet Mr. Rosenbaum, The Spy, Who Relates His Adventures" by John McElroy
They were the hirelings of either the mill owners of Everett or the Commercial Club.
"The Everett massacre" by Walker C. Smith
Call the people together,
The young men and the sires,
The digger in the harvest field,
Hireling, and him that hires;
"Boston Hymn" by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Array your hireling legions all,
With equal pace, and arm, and boast—
But from our rustic arsenal
We too have armed grim hunger's post.
"Bread" by Ernest Jones
``Then without scruple, pity, or restraint,
Cleave you your conquering way; for there is nought,
Of all that worldlings crave and hirelings paint,
But can be seized or bought.
"Sacred And Profane Love" by Alfred Austin
Of those loved flowers the lifeless corse may share,
Some hireling hand a fading wreath bestow;
The rest will breathe as sweet, will glow as fair,
As when their master smiled to see them glow.
"Elegy XXV. To Delia, With Some Flowers" by William Shenstone
Through the night when hirelings rest,
Sleepless they arise, alone,
The unsleeping arch to test
And the o'er-trusted corner-stone,
'Gainst the need, they know, that lies
Hid behind the centuries.
"The Pro-Consuls" by Rudyard Kipling
O every way
Unhappy sheep, unhappy flock! while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this hireling shepherd here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
"Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon" by Publius Vergilius Maro