A ROADSIDE HARP A BOOK OF VERSES BY LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY “ Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses’ feet, More oft than to a chamber melody! ”
— from A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses by Louise Imogen Guiney

“Boys, let ’im go,” he said; “I’m a-thinkin’ we hain’t fully understood Jim Trundle.”
— from Northern Georgia Sketches by Will N. (Will Nathaniel) Harben

But let it go hang, so long as we keep well!
— from The Letters of Cicero, Volume 1 The Whole Extant Correspodence in Chronological Order by Marcus Tullius Cicero

"Your post will be long in going," he said, wagging his head.
— from In the Van; or, The Builders by John Price-Brown