51 Metaphors for fairs

And "Fair is the day!" XVII THE DESERTER

95 "I know the secrets of a land Where human foot did never stray; Fair is that land as evening skies, And cool, though in the depth it lies Of burning Africa.

There were no fine houses at that time, and no great counting-houses built of brick, such as you may find nowadays, but a crowd of board and wattled huts huddled along the streets, and all so gay with flags and bits of color that Vanity Fair itself could not have been gayer.

[Footnote 4: The paths of Virtue must be reached by toil, Arduous and long, and on a rugged soil, Thorny the gate, but when the top you gain, Fair is the future and the prospect plain.

Fairs, among the old Romans, were holidays, on which there was an intermission of labour and pleadings.

" This fair is no new erected business, but a thing of ancient standing.

The prisons of the country had been in a most disgraceful state; the fairs and waits were scenes of rude debauchery, and the theatres werestill, in this nineteenth centurywhispered to be haunts of the most debasing immorality.

He was a proud Cascade that leaps a cliff with loud Unspending fall So fierce, so fair Was arrogant Conn, but Goll fought there Keen-eyed, with ready guard, at bay

Great was the joy in which they met, fair was the worship, and marvellous the delight.

Fair was the mother, shining-fair, A lily sweetly blowing; The Babe was but a lily-bud, Like to his mother showing.

That angelic fair, changing her looks and getting warm, became a whirlwind of fire, and said; "You presume too much; go and mind your own affairs; what advantage can you derive from [the explanation of) these circumstances?"

[Footnote 86: Sturtridge fair was the great mart for business, and resort for pleasure, in Bishop Earle's day.

Fair is my love.

Fair is the canopy

Fair are the woods, and beauteous is the spot, The vale where he was born: the Church-yard hangs 1800.

Tall and stately were the trees, towering aloft, nodding slumberously in the gentle wind; fair were the flowers lifting glad faces to their sun-father and filling the air with their languorous perfume; yet naught was there so comely to look upon as Beltane the Smith, standing bare-armed in his might, his golden hair crisp-curled and his lifted eyes a-dream.

The fairs are really revival seasons.

"Nor England's fair, nor France's Queen, Were worth one pearl-drop bright and sheen, From Margaret's eyes that fell, His own Queen Margaret, who, in Lithgow's bower All lonely sat, and wept the weary hour.

'Tired in their silver, they move, And circling, whisper and say, Fair are the blossoming meads of delight Through which we stray.

Fair is the spot, most beautiful the Vale Where he was born: the grassy Church-yard hangs 1827.

Fair was that high born maiden's brow, And stately was her air; And the proud beauty of her face Was all undimmed by care.

There are some to whom that mad hastening from pleasure to pleasure, that rush from scene to scene of excitement, that eager crowding into one day and night of gaieties which might fairly relieve the placid monotony of a month's domesticity, a month's professional worksome there are to whom this Vanity Fair is as a treadmill or the turning of a crank, the felon's deepest humiliation, purposeless, unprofitable, labour.

Vanity Fair (18471848) is the best known of Thackeray's novels.

Fair was the morn, and I wished them to rise, Enjoying its beauties with me.

There are too some pleasant attempts at humorous relief; but "Vanity Fair" is a very poor attempt at jingling rhyme.

51 Metaphors for  fairs