Because, as I’ve shown you, forges and smithies belong naturally to Mars, and, for his honour’s sake, Mars ‘ud keep ‘em clean from the creatures of the Moon.
— from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling
The levers or arms of the governor are mounted upon knife edges instead of pins, making it extremely sensitive.
— from Hawkins Electrical Guide v. 08 (of 10) Questions, Answers, & Illustrations, A progressive course of study for engineers, electricians, students and those desiring to acquire a working knowledge of electricity and its applications by N. (Nehemiah) Hawkins
Among these are "monodies" upon Kynge Edwarde the forthe , and the Earle of Northumberlande .
— from English Literature, Considered as an Interpreter of English History Designed as a Manual of Instruction by Henry Coppée
This boy fills not wine enough to make us kind enough to one another. Tuc.
— from The Poetaster by Ben Jonson
Sir William, who became first Baron Hastings, was Master of the Mint under King Edward IV., and first coined the piece known as a “noble.”
— from Baily's Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, Volume 85 January to June, 1906 by Various
Dilke's ability is praised everywhere, but almost, one thinks, his manly, ungushing kindness exceeded it.
— from The Life of the Rt. Hon. Sir Charles W. Dilke, Volume 2 by Stephen Lucius Gwynn
"Faith, sorr," said he, as soon as we had come aboard, "it's bad times intoirely if ye've no oil—we've been working two engines for three days, and we'll be sore put to ut to kape the third going, if ye can't mend us." Karl emphasised the words with stamps and tears and frantic gesticulation—not lost upon Black, who advanced to the front of the bridge, and called for silence in a voice that would have split a berg.
— from The Iron Pirate: A Plain Tale of Strange Happenings on the Sea by Max Pemberton
"Now that you've got your mitts up, keep 'em up!"
— from From Place to Place by Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury) Cobb
An’ him an’ his crowd warn’t at all pleased to see us neither; fur, although they met us kind enough, asked us to help ourselves to their [Pg 181] grub, an’ inquired ’bout our luck in trappin’, durin’ the last season, thar war somethin’ ’bout them that told us plainer nor words that they would have been much better satisfied if we had stayed away.
— from Frank on the Prairie by Harry Castlemon
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