Beth was the parson, of course, in a white sheet filched from the soiled-clothes bag, and changed for a black shawl for the sermon.
"The Beth Book" by Sarah Grand
AEsop grinned like a monkey whose nuts have been filched.
"The Duke's Motto" by Justin Huntly McCarthy
Advantages in war must be fought for; they cannot be filched.
"Cavalry in Future Wars" by Frederick von Bernhardi
He had filched the army.
"The Life of Cicero" by Anthony Trollope
Some scamp had filched it from one of the churches and was trying to sell it.
"War from the Inside" by Frederick L. (Frederick Lyman) Hitchcock
But it doesn't seem probable in the light of our undisturbed efforts to filch the code from you.
"Fire Mountain" by Norman Springer
That's something he's not been able to filch from me, the damned thief!
"The Fate of Felix Brand" by Florence Finch Kelly
Here was a man not to be annoyed by the mere filching of his story.
"Seven Keys to Baldpate" by Earl Derr Biggers
Many of these were also built on land filched from the city.
"History of the Great American Fortunes, Vol. I" by Myers Gustavus
Had he not filched that fellow's birthright?
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 16 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
The fables of the world have filched away
The time I had for thinking upon God;
His grace lies buried 'neath oblivion's sod,
Whence springs an evil crop of sins alway.
"Lxvi. to giorgio vasari." by Michelangelo
And she, aloof, again rejoined: "One dies,
P'or, while you both live, my sweet fame lies dead,
And I myself am sick, yea, stricken down,
Till I regain my virtue which he filched!"
"The King Of Sardis" by E J Rupert Atkinson
"Who steals my purse, steals trash: 'tis something, nothing;
Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he, that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed."—Shakspere.
"The Slanderer" by Samuel Bamford
O! fair, sweet Phyllis and sweet, fair May,
Which of you carried my heart away?
Who has my heart? I would like to know
Which was the guilty one of the two,
But I only know it was filched one day
By fair, sweet Phyllis, or sweet, fair May.
"To Phyllis And May" by Ellis Parker Butler
Knew moments mad with ecstasy, when years
And dreams a happy bridal knew
In Life attained; when mystery that grew
Around the fringe of Life generating years
Was swept into the magic of a morn
From darkness filched, from Love Eternal born.
"The Dead" by John William Streets
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