"With batter'd shield, and blood-smear'd sword Slits one beside the shore of Stord, With armour crushed and gashed sits he, A grim and ghastly sight to see; And round about in sorrow stand The warriors of his gallant band: Because the king of Dags' old race In Odin's hall must fill a place.
— from Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway by Snorri Sturluson
I have heard and read of many kinds of disguises, of royalty incognito, of masked heroes and heroines in many kinds of romance and adventure.
— from A Maid and a Million Men the candid confessions of Leona Canwick, censored indiscreetly by James G. Dunton by James G. (James Gerald) Dunton
Oh, Barbara, you can never know or dream or remotely imagine how much these things mean to me and to my life.
— from A Captain in the Ranks: A Romance of Affairs by George Cary Eggleston
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