As the sheikh (squire) of the town, he is generous; as the operator of a silk-reeling factory, he is grasping, niggardly, mean.
"The Book of Khalid" by Ameen Rihani
Jinks was no niggard, and Tresler was always welcome to all he needed.
"The Night Riders" by Ridgwell Cullum
The soil on hills, too, is often scant and niggardly.
"Manual of American Grape-Growing" by U. P. Hedrick
And now I think of it, what are these miserable napkins but a niggardly expedient for saving the table-cloth?
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 57, No. 352, February 1845" by Various
Nor have men been niggardly in this enforced sacrifice.
"Aircraft and Submarines" by Willis J. Abbot
They were small enough; and they were given with a niggard hand.
"The Contemporary Review, Volume 36, September 1879" by Various
And the railroad was no niggard to its servants.
"The Shepherd of the North" by Richard Aumerle Maher
We are lacking in true courage, when, for fear of the future, we take the crusts and scraps and niggardly salaries of the present.
"The Ghosts" by Robert G. Ingersoll
Or if the parents of both the young couple are niggardly, they divide it and keep it.
"The Philippine Islands, 1493-1898 - Volume 40 of 55" by Francisco Colin
There's nothing in the world so mean as a niggardly lover!
"Kildares of Storm" by Eleanor Mercein Kelly
Looms there the New Land;
Locked in the shadow
Long the gods shut it,
Niggards of newness
They, the o'er-old.
"The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern's Beckoners" by James Russell Lowell
"My choicest gifts to him I gave,
And ever blest him with my smile;
And yet he ceases not to crave,
And calls me niggard all the while."
"Fortune And Wisdom" by Friedrich von Schiller
Is it his daily toil that wrings
From the slave's bosom that deep sigh?
Is it his niggard fare that brings
The tear into his down-cast eye?
"The Chain" by John Pierpont
The Tiber winds its sluggish way
Through niggard tracts whence Rome's command
Once cast the shadow of her sway,
O'er Asian city, Afric sand.
"The Door Of Humility" by Alfred Austin
I would hold my life as a thing of worth;
Pour praise to the gods for a precious thing.
Lo, June in her fairness is on earth,
And never a joy does the niggard bring.
"A June-Tide Echo" by Amy Levy
"If I failed
To share this gladness, then my niggardly
Will would betray me, and would sting itself —
A frenzied scorpion — for a joy unshared
Is venom. Thou shalt see her. Tarry here."
"The King Of Sardis" by E J Rupert Atkinson