roof-tree

Jerry knew this, as did his father and mother and brother, for they had smelled the unmistakable burnt-meat smell, and Terrence, in his rage of knowledge, had even attacked Mogom the house-boy, and been reprimanded and cuffed by Mister Haggin, who had not smelled and did not understand, and who had always to impress discipline on all creatures under his roof-tree.

Chapter 1 2010

They met often under her father's roof-tree, and went many places together.

CHAPTER 8 2010

I builded cunning traps, and wove branches and long grasses and rushes and reeds into the thatch and roof-tree.

The Kempton-Wace Letters 2010

From amid the branches there jutted out the gray gables and high roof-tree of a very old mansion.

Sole Music 2010

Mitchel played upon international suspicion and exalted the hate of England above the love of Ireland that Davis would have taught us, and his gaping harpies are on our roof-tree now.

Later Articles and Reviews W.B. Yeats 2000

But as for me, on the day when he bides the contest in triumph, may I die either straining my neck in the noose from the roof-tree or tasting drugs destructive of life.

The Argonautica 2008

And when the bright goddess had fully clothed herself, she stood by the couch, and her head reached to the well-hewn roof-tree; from her cheeks shone unearthly beauty such as belongs to rich-crowned Cytherea.

Hesiod, Homeric Hymns, and Homerica 2007

And now I am owner of a good house and negroes in my native country, shall be called, no doubt, to our House of Burgesses, and hope to see my dearest brother and family under my own roof-tree.

The Virginians 2006

The coarse and drunken privates filled the houses with woe; snatched the bread from the children to feed their dogs; shocked the principles, scorned the scruples, and blasphemed the religion of their humble hosts; and when they had reduced them to destitution, sold the furniture, and burned down the roof-tree which was consecrated to the peasants by the name of Home.

Lay Morals 2005

Despite the later additions, this house was his from foundation stones to roof-tree; every time he walked in, he looked around and made in the back of his throat a small sound of profound relaxation.

Locked Rooms King, Laurie R. 2005