Aeneas stood wrathful in arms, with rolling eyes, and lowered his hand; and now and now yet more the speech began to bend him to waver: when high on his shoulder appeared the sword-belt with the shining bosses that he knew, the luckless belt of the boy Pallas, whom Turnus had struck down with mastering wound, and wore on his shoulders the fatal ornament. — from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil
as neither Anna nor you miss
“You can’t imagine moral sufferings greater than what she went through in Petersburg in that fortnight ... and I beg you to believe it.” “Yes, but here, so long as neither Anna ... nor you miss society....” “Society!” — from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf
and not as now you mine
And therefore we may say that what knowledge of Nature we have—and we have very little—we owe to the courage of those men—and they have been very few—who have been inspired to face Nature boldly; and say—or, what is better, act as if they were saying—“I find something in me which I do not find in you; which gives me the hope that I can grow to understand you, though you may not understand me; that I may become your master, and not as now, you mine. — from Scientific Essays and Lectures by Charles Kingsley
Arabella, being obliged to comply with the odd request, for which there was no precedent in all the romances her library was stuffed with, began to inform her in this manner: First, said she, you must relate my birth, which you know is very illustrious; and because I am willing to spare you the trouble of repeating things that are not absolutely necessary, you must apologize to your hearers for slipping over what passed in my infancy, and the first eight or ten years of my life; not failing, however, to remark, that, from some sprightly sallies of imagination, at those early years, those about me conceived marvellous hopes of my future understanding: from thence you must proceed to an accurate description of my person. — from The Female Quixote; or, The Adventures of Arabella, v. 1-2 by Charlotte Lennox
He turned his mind to the screen, where a natty and noble young man, with a chin, bit off his words distinctly and smote his extended palm with folded gloves to emphasize the remarks he was making to a far less natty man with black mustaches. — from The Desire of the Moth; and the Come On by Eugene Manlove Rhodes
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