For three long years they will not sow Or root or seedling there: For three long years the unblessed spot Will sterile be and bare, And look upon the wondering sky With unreproachful stare.
— from Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde
He drew back a bit and looked up at the front of the house.
— from Inside the Lines by Robert Welles Ritchie
But Audrey blushed a little uneasily under that kind look.
— from Lover or Friend by Rosa Nouchette Carey
When the fossil bones of animals belonging to civilizations before the Flood are turned up in bed after bed and layer upon layer of the quarries of Montmartre or among the schists of the Ural range, the soul receives with dismay a glimpse of millions of peoples forgotten by feeble human memory and unrecognized by permanent divine tradition, peoples whose ashes cover our globe with two feet of earth that yields bread to us and flowers.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by HonorĂ© de Balzac
He beautified Athens by a liberal use of his enormous wealth, and improved the military and naval discipline of his fellow-citizens, at the expense of their allies.
— from A Manual of Ancient History by M. E. (Mary Elsie) Thalheimer
It is impossible for me to live under this roof as the accepted lover of Marie, when my mother has said in effect that I shall never be anything but a lover until I change certain opinions which I now see no chance of altering.
— from Under St Paul's: A Romance by Richard Dowling
So they all deserted him, and the minister, from whom the old man differed in some trifling points of doctrine, spoke very slightingly of him; and by and by all looked upon the self-educated farmer with eyes of aversion.
— from The Three Brides, Love in a Cottage, and Other Tales by Francis A. (Francis Alexander) Durivage
and then he marched off, bag and baggage, and left us to our own devices.
— from Mutiny Memoirs: Being Personal Reminiscences of the Great Sepoy Revolt of 1857 by A. R. D. (Alfred Robert Davidson) Mackenzie
At any rate, all agree that the greatest success in breeding trotters has been achieved by a liberal use of Hambletonian blood; and a winner with none of his blood is a curiosity.
— from Riding and Driving by Edward L. (Edward Lowell) Anderson
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