My Poem to conclude, two lines they deign Which writ, she bad return't to them again; So Sidneys fame I leave to Englands Rolls, His bones do lie interr'd in stately Pauls.
— from Anne Bradstreet and Her Time by Helen Campbell
When the Russian Empire was called upon to fight for its life, the Emperor resolved that this time it would fight unfettered. { 133} The sale of vodka was temporarily suspended, and the armies were mobilised with rapidity and precision.
— from Stand Up, Ye Dead by Norman Maclean
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