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"Atter he got ober his grievin' spell he 'mence ter wonder w'at Mars Marrabo meant by callin' 'im yaller, an' ez long ez nobody didn' seem ter keer whuther dey seed 'im er not, he went down by de crick in broad daylight, an' kneel down by de water an' looked at his face.
— from The Conjure Woman by Charles W. (Charles Waddell) Chesnutt
Beowulfs Ankunft leid: denn er liebte es nicht, dass ein ihn anderer an Ruhm übertreffe.
— from The Translations of Beowulf: A Critical Bibliography by Chauncey Brewster Tinker
Each feature of his face, each limb, each nerve, Distorted with remorse and agony, Is fraught with nature's speechless eloquence, And is a faithful witness to his sin.
— from The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 13, No. 367, April 25, 1829 by Various
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