THE HOLY ONE Let the earth, Ravenous of her young, these too devour, And dust and nothingness engulf their shapes— Vain burdens, bitter monuments.
— from Mr. Faust by Arthur Davison Ficke
It was by force of commiserating his own lot that Edwin Reardon continued to live through the first month after his parting from Amy.
— from New Grub Street by George Gissing
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