In delicacy, in refinement, in grace of rhythm and diction, he cannot be easily surpassed; he only wants the final and incommunicable touch of genius which separates really great artists from the rest of the world.
— from Latin Literature by J. W. (John William) Mackail
How deeply I regret it, God only knows.
— from My New Curate by Patrick Augustine Sheehan
But the eager wind kept fanning it into fury whenever it shewed signs of abatement and not until it reached the barren banks along the water's edge did it relinquish its grasp on men's household goods and homes.
— from The Story of the Great Fire in St. John, N.B., June 20th, 1877 by George Stewart
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