After supper (having eat nothing all this day) upon a fine tench of Mr. Shelden’s taking, we to bed. 15th.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys
" "I am sure he expects nothing, papa.
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot
You may assure her that the abbess will be friendly, will come and see her every now and then, will give her proper books—in a word, that she will be well looked after.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova
“Aha! Aha!” said his Excellency nodding.
— from The Reign of Greed by José Rizal
“I come and sleep here every night.”
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant
“Why, sir,” said Alan, still addressing Robin, from whom indeed he had not so much as shifted his eyes, nor yet Robin from him, “why, sir,” says Alan, “I think I will have heard some sough* of the sort.
— from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson
Thus one Fool lolls his Tongue out at another, And shakes his empty Noddle at his Brother.
— from The Spectator, Volume 1 Eighteenth-Century Periodical Essays by Steele, Richard, Sir
What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering; such a senselessness , however, existed neither in Christianity, which interpreted suffering into a whole mysterious salvation-apparatus, nor in the beliefs of the naive ancient man, who only knew how to find a meaning in suffering from the standpoint of the spectator, or the inflictor of the suffering.
— from The Genealogy of Morals The Complete Works, Volume Thirteen, edited by Dr. Oscar Levy. by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
She shrank and turned her head away and shut her eyes not to see him.
— from The Blind Man's Eyes by William MacHarg
She had not slept all night, and she had eaten no breakfast.
— from The Governors by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
The fellows sleep between sheets and sing hymns every night before they go to bed.
— from Four in Camp: A Story of Summer Adventures in the New Hampshire Woods by Ralph Henry Barbour
Her voice was a mezzo-soprano of rare bracing quality, and she had enough natural sensibility to give the antique refinement of the words a wistful charm, particularly apparent in these verses: “Ah, cruel Prince, my heart you break, In killing thus my snow-white drake.
— from Mrs. Falchion, Complete by Gilbert Parker
"Through the grace of God there has come to us," he writes to one of his friends, "a little Hans [John] Luther, a hale and hearty first-born"; and a few days later he says that, with wife and son, he envies neither Pope nor Emperor.
— from Harper's Round Table, August 27, 1895 by Various
Edward Spaulding , M. D., N. H. David Ripley , Esq., N. J. Rev. Wm. M. Barbour , D. D., Ct. Rev. W. L. Gage , Ct. A. S. Hatch , Esq., N. Y. Rev. J. H. Fairchild , D. D., Ohio.
— from The American Missionary — Volume 32, No. 12, December, 1878 by Various
He never met a superior himself except now and then a man of twenty or thirty millions to his one or two, and then he felt his soul creep within him, without a sense of social inferiority; it was a question of financial inferiority; and though Dryfoos's soul bowed itself and crawled, it was with a gambler's admiration of wonderful luck.
— from A Hazard of New Fortunes — Complete by William Dean Howells
Its origin dates back to 1623, when a peasant of the country-side, one Yves Nicolazic, was commanded by St. Anne, who appeared to him in a vision, to found a chapel in her honour in the fields of Bocenno, where, she said, an ancient shrine had existed nearly a thousand years earlier.
— from Rambles in Brittany by M. F. (Milburg Francisco) Mansfield
The emotion faded from his features, his countenance once more became masklike, the jaw was hard and sharp, his eyes narrowed.
— from The Dark Fleece by Joseph Hergesheimer
M. Barbour , D. D., Ct. Rev. W. L. Gage , Ct. A. S. Hatch , Esq., N. Y. Rev. J. H. Fairchild , D. D., Ohio.
— from The American Missionary — Volume 33, No. 07, July, 1879 by Various
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