Then turned he the boat about, governed it, led it swiftly or slowly with the stream and against the stream, stopped it in his course, guided it with one hand, and with the other laid hard about him with a huge great oar, hoisted the sail, hied up along the mast by the shrouds, ran upon the edge of the decks, set the compass in order, tackled the bowlines, and steered the helm.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais
To the left, parallel with the road stretched a little hill, tufted with tiny shrubs, and on the hill a big half-moon stood motionless, red, slightly veiled with a mist, and surrounded with fine clouds which seemed to be gazing upon it from every side, and guarding it, lest it should disappear.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
"Papa," said Charles one night, when he was, as usual, telling his papa what he had done in the course of the day,—"I wish I might learn more geography, instead of any grammar; I like it so much better: I like geography very much, but I do not like grammar at all.
— from More Seeds of Knowledge; Or, Another Peep at Charles by Miss (Julia) Corner
DUKE FREDERICK Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself:— Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
— from As You Like It by William Shakespeare
And guiltless I live in sorrow since his homage I must forego, Ither he is of Gaheviess; thro' my joy hath he wrought me woe.'
— from Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2) by Wolfram, von Eschenbach, active 12th century
They are as innocent as grace itself: Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9] by William Shakespeare
'I am going to leave him—I am going into life; I shall have to fight now, there'll be no looking back.'
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy
A few hundred yards above the Petyt House the rectory wall begins, and one of the most delightful houses and gardens in London is seen behind it.
— from A road-book to old Chelsea by G. B. (Grace Benedicta) Stuart
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