This is how the drink's sobering virtue was celebrated by the author of the Rebellious Antidote : Come, Frantick Fools, leave off your Drunken fits.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers
No. Not even for love of you, dear."
— from The Love Chase by Felix Grendon
[36] Campbell clothed in romantic sweetness and delicate diction, the fancies of the fairy land of youthful dreams, and poured forth with a master voice the pride and grandeur of patriotic song.
— from The World's Best Books : A Key to the Treasures of Literature by Frank Parsons
The scenery about Athens, depending a good deal on effects of light, only rarely displayed its full beauty during my stay; sufficiently often, however, for me to see that it is of exquisite beauty, and that that part of it described by Byron in certain favourite lines of yours does not receive full justice at his hands.
— from The Life, Letters and Work of Frederic Leighton. Volume II by Barrington, Russell, Mrs.
I'm just as glad as if I had the pretty picture in my hand; and as for poor Jo, if he did take it, it was from love of your dear face and ignorance of the crime he was committing.
— from Harper's Young People, December 27, 1881 An Illustrated Weekly by Various
The rest I have forgot, for length of years Deadens the sense, and memory impairs.
— from The Poetical Works of James Beattie by James Beattie
But some have changed your land; And all your children sprung from hence Are now grown Puritans, Who live as changelings ever since For love of your domains.
— from Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft by Walter Scott
The friendly liberality of your disposition enlarged the privileges of the acquaintance, and, without meaning it at first, I abused them.
— from Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story by William Gilmore Simms
Then Henry of Navarre, who never forgot a face, held out his hand, saying, ‘Tartarus is no region of good omen for friendships, M. de Ribaumont, but, for lack of yonder devil’s claw, here is mine.
— from The Chaplet of Pearls by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge
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