This is the manner of regular jurists (I mean the journeyman lawyer not the legislator), when they aspire to politics.
— from Perpetual Peace: A Philosophical Essay by Immanuel Kant
But a feeling of longing stole over me for the brooks, bound by their crystal fetters and sheltered by the oak-clad hills, the merry jingling sleigh-bells in the frosty air, and, amid all this wealth of bloom and tropic life, my heart turned back to the memory of rustic joys in my boyhood's home,—the roaring fire on the hearth-stone, when the frost-rime crept over the window-pane; the rushing of the storm-king, as he piled the ghostly drift without, or fled shrieking by, shaking the gables in his wild wrath.
— from A Fortune Hunter; Or, The Old Stone Corral: A Tale of the Santa Fe Trail by John Dunloe Carteret
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