40 Metaphors for harry

I didn't know Harry was that kind, I never noticed it before.

She was a widow with one son when she married Mr. Wood, so that Mr. Harry, though the Morrises called him cousin, was not really their cousin.

Thither to those parts of America he transported with himself his whole family, of whom our Master Harry was the fifth of eight childrena great lusty fellow as little fitted for the Church (for which he was designed) as could be.

He found that Sir Harry, in spite of his gentlemanly speech and bearing, was a battered old roue, who was never happy but when gambling, and whose air and title were baits to victims of a lower class than himself; young clerks and medical students who were flattered by his condescension.

Harry and I are confidants, and neither of us has secrets that the other does not share, and so, of course, Maude's feeling towards each of us was fully revealed.

Everywhere I had friends; everywhere they came crowding to shake me by the hand with a "How are you the day, Harry?"

"This, Harry, is Castlewood church," says Mr. Holt, "and this is the pillar thereof, learned Dr. Tusher.

Young Harry was a lusty drover, And who so stout of limb as he?

Why, Harry, you know, as well as I do, that there wasn't no bruise on the old man's face, exceptin' the big one on his forehead.

But she did think that when she should have learned that Harry was a murderer, or a midnight thief, or a wicked conspirator, she would give him up.

Lord Harry was not a very noble looking personage, as your worshippers of rank imagine nobility to appear, but he was decidedly well-mannered; and it was easy enough to see he commanded his own ship, and was admirably fitted so to do.

He wouldn't believe me, but I knew I was right, and one night when Harry was home, he lay in wait for the dog and lassoed him.

Harry was no tippler, he never got intoxicated; but he would sit and smoke and sip and talk with a friend, and tell him all about it till the white daylight came peeping through the chinks in the shutters.

"Harry's a good sort

Harry was to him a hateful stumbling-block.

Cousin Harry was a very tall, very pale, very black-haired and black-eyed young gentleman, with a high, open brow, and a very fascinating smile.

He stopped, and Mrs. Golding said, 'Speak your mind, Master Harry, it's ever an honest mind, and full of goodwill.'

Harry and this young lady became great friends, though to a considerable extent they were the butt of the others.

To her belief, Harry was, of the two, the most like to a roaring lion, because she had heard of him that he had roared so dreadfully on that former occasion.

Yes, Harry is her boy.

And so to the ending of this story, with only this to relate, that our Master Harry, so far from going to the gallows, became in good time a respectable and wealthy sugar merchant with an English wife and a fine family of children, whereunto, when the mood was upon him, he has sometimes told these adventures (and sundry others not here recounted) as I have told them unto you.

Hearing that he had learned them from a Jesuit, in the praise of whom and whose goodness Harry was never tired of speaking, Dick, rather to the boy's surprise, showed a great deal of theological science, and knowledge of the points at issue between the Catholic and Protestant churches; so that he and Harry would have hours of controversy together, with which conversations the long days of the trooper's stay at Castlewood were whiled away.

"But Harry's not a bad fellow, at all.

It got to be generally understood that Harry was a mauvais sujet.

Mr. Harry was the conquering hero.

40 Metaphors for  harry