Mute with grief, how eloquently she sobs with her form!
— from Pan Tadeusz Or, the Last Foray in Lithuania; a Story of Life Among Polish Gentlefolk in the Years 1811 and 1812 by Adam Mickiewicz
And Gareth hearing ever stronglier smote, And hewed great pieces of his armour off him, But lashed in vain against the hardened skin, And could not wholly bring him under, more Than loud Southwesterns, rolling ridge on ridge, The buoy that rides at sea, and dips and springs For ever; till at length Sir Gareth's brand Clashed his, and brake it utterly to the hilt.
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
It was the waltz they had played at Roger's when Irene had danced with Bosinney; and the perfume of the gardenias she had worn came back to Soames, drifted by the malicious music, as it had been drifted to him then, when she passed, her hair glistening, her eyes so soft, drawing Bosinney on and on down an endless ballroom.
— from The Forsyte Saga, Volume I. The Man Of Property by John Galsworthy
Judging that the distance which separated her from Russia gave her entire security, she did not dream of disturbing a traffic which she found lucrative.
— from The Hansa Towns by Helen Zimmern
A giver has enjoyed something so much that he wants his pleasure shared.
— from Altruism: Its Nature and Varieties by George Herbert Palmer
There she sat composedly on the edge of her wooden chair, her head lifted high, her color coming and going, her eyes shining steadily, like fixed stars; there she sat, calmly announcing her intention of leaving her father to shift for himself; yet the skies seemed to have no thought of falling!
— from The Story of Waitstill Baxter by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
And he went on gorging her, every speculative 'stuffed monkey' increasing his nervous tension.
— from Ghetto Comedies by Israel Zangwill
[Footnote 1: 'that though I should gall him but slightly,' or, 'that if I gall him ever so slightly.']
— from The Tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark A Study with the Text of the Folio of 1623 by William Shakespeare
One writer tells us that only the human nature perished on the cross; another, that God himself expired: some say, that Christ suffered no more intensely, but only more "meritoriously," than many a martyr; others, that he endured the whole quantity of torment due to the wicked whom he redeemed: some, that it is the spotlessness of his manhood that is imputed to believers; others, that it is the holiness of his Deity.
— from Studies of Christianity; Or, Timely Thoughts for Religious Thinkers by James Martineau
He said he would go hisself en see so he wen en
— from Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Kentucky Narratives by United States. Work Projects Administration
November 1, he was brought back to the King George Hospital, excited, shouting, struggling and evidently drunk.
— from Shell-Shock and Other Neuropsychiatric Problems Presented in Five Hundred and Eighty-nine Case Histories from the War Literature, 1914-1918 by Elmer Ernest Southard
Mr. Jocelyn gauged his essential stimulant so well that he was geniality itself; Belle was more exuberant than usual; Fred and Minnie rejoiced once more in flowers and trees and space to run.
— from Without a Home by Edward Payson Roe
With all this, painting must have been somewhat of an interlude; but Goya had early shown signs of great talent, and before he left Saragossa, his master, Josepha Bayen, had confidence enough in his future to entrust the happiness of his daughter to his care by permitting his marriage to her.
— from McClure's Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 4, March, 1896 by Various
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