Rumford was formerly a famous place for leather breeches.
— from 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue by Francis Grose
And yet we poor women," she went on, "are forbidden pleasures far less voluptuous than this.
— from Swann's Way by Marcel Proust
A few immortal sentences from Garrison and Phillips, a few poems from Lowell and Whittier, and the leaven is at work which will not cease its action until the whipping-post and bodily servitude are abolished forever.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden
They always directed men to Jesus Christ for salvation, for pardon, and for purity, for light and for life; they believed that Christians are complete in him; but that, separated from him, they can do nothing.
— from The Baptist Magazine, Vol. 27, 1835 by Various
Ben and his friend had a fair passage from Liverpool, and were equally pleased to set foot on American soil.
— from A Boy's Fortune; Or, The Strange Adventures of Ben Baker by Alger, Horatio, Jr.
I do not know how far this Dresden performance would benefit you in actual circumstances, while you are forcibly prevented from looking after the rehearsals, etc.
— from Correspondence of Wagner and Liszt — Volume 1 by Franz Liszt
Carlos de España’s Spanish infantry brigade also recrossed the Agueda, and took up a forward position facing Ledesma.
— from A History of the Peninsular War, Vol. 4, Dec. 1810-Dec. 1811 Massena's Retreat, Fuentes de Oñoro, Albuera, Tarragona by Charles Oman
It was three hundred yards to the car and a freshly ploughed field lay between, but I am confident that I broke the world's record for the distance.
— from Fighting in Flanders by E. Alexander (Edward Alexander) Powell
An uncorrupt Judge, a faithful Patron For love of free-born piety and contempt of fretting superstition alike remarkable.
— from The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Volume 1 of 2. by Davies, John, Sir
He is not thorough, as we understand the word." There remained only the other plan—that Nessa and I should get away in some disguise, and at a tentative suggestion about false papers, Feldmann laughed.
— from The Man Without a Memory by Arthur W. Marchmont
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