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store-house (plural store-houses)

  1. Archaic form of storehouse.
    • 1593, Thomas Nashe, Christs Teares over Jerusalem, London: Andrewe Wise, Ronald B. McKerrow (editor), The Works of Thomas Nashe, London: A.H. Bullen, 1904, Volume 2, p. 69,[1]
      The Store-houses burnt, the siege harde plyed, the waste of victuals great, the husbanding of them none at all, there fell such an infestuous unsaciable famine amongst them, that if all the stones of Jerusalem had been bread, and they should have tyred on them, yet woulde they have beene behind hand with their appetite.
    • 1765, Temple Henry Croker, Thomas Williams, Samuel Clark, “SALT”, in The Complete Dictionary of Arts and Sciences. In which the Whole Circle of Human Learning is Explained. [], volume II, London: Printed for the authors, and sold by J. Wilson & J. Fell, [], →OCLC:
      When the ſalt is carried into the ſtore-houſe, it is put into drabs, which are partitions, like ſtalls for horſes, lined at three ſides, and the bottom with boards, and having a ſliding-board on the foreſide to draw up on occaſion.
    • 1828, Willard Phillips, A Manual of Political Economy, with Particular Reference to the Institutions, Resources, and Condition of the United States, Boston, Mass.: Hilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, page 105:
      Fertile land is no better than a barren rock, when myriads of locusts come “wasping on the wind” to devour up all its green fruits; or if the husbandman harvests his crop to be devoured in the store-house by millions of weazles and ants.
    • 1843 December 19, Charles Dickens, “Stave Two. The First of the Three Spirits.”, in A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas, London: Chapman & Hall, [], →OCLC, page 50:
      Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the panelling, not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with softening influence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.