He wandered unhappily away and left the church and its dissolving congregation, and the boys, the pride of the church, the boys who were now, they also, separating and going back each to his home for the last evening perhaps, to be loved and made much of.
— from Joy in the Morning by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
The first being set downe by Leland, as master Moore of Catharine hall in Cambridge deliuered it vnto him.
— from Chronicles (1 of 6): The Description of Britaine by William Harrison
Besides Liverpool and Manchester, many other towns in Lancashire had the “Irish fever” in them; also Birmingham, Dudley, Wolverhampton, Shrewsbury, Leeds, Hull, York and Sunderland.
— from A History of Epidemics in Britain, Volume 2 (of 2) From the Extinction of Plague to the Present Time by Charles Creighton
“You have lost all a mother's rights by ceasing to behave like a mother, Miss Oldcastle will never more do anything in obedience to your commands, whatever she may do in compliance with your wishes.”
— from Annals of a Quiet Neighbourhood by George MacDonald
She promiseth to dwell with children's children, if they will but love and make much of her.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Volume 03 by John Bunyan
There were others, and one in particular that was far better looking and much more of a lady's man than myself, but when he found that I had a pull at the weights he retired, though not without a struggle, and left me in undisputed possession of the field.
— from A Ball Player's Career Being the Personal Experiences and Reminiscensces of Adrian C. Anson by Adrian Constantine Anson
From the moment that your suspicions are aroused, you ought to be like a man mounted on a tricky horse, who always watches the ears of the beast, in fear of being thrown from the saddle.
— from The Physiology of Marriage, Part 2 by Honoré de Balzac
He had gone several times with his mother in the carriage direct to the Warren; one time in particular, when the route was new to him,—when he went clinging to her, as he always did, but she, frozen into silence, making no reply to him, leant back in Mrs. Warrender's little brougham, like a mother made of marble.
— from A Country Gentleman and His Family by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant
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