|
A rich woman dies, and no exact, regular disposition of her property is made.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol
ome who had stayed stifling on board, and who were inclined (as West Indians are) at once to envy and to pooh-pooh the superfluous energy of newcome Europeans, R----- drew out a large and lovely flower, pale yellow, with a tiny green apple or two, and leaves like those of an Oleander.
— from At Last: A Christmas in the West Indies by Charles Kingsley
This was so unlike one of Evan's kisses, that it did not even remind Diana of them.
— from Diana by Susan Warner
TEMPORARY NORTH EASTERN REPORTER DIGEST OF VOLUMES 156 TO 160 NORTH EASTERN REPORTER, WITH INDIANA STATUTE ANNOTATIONS AND INDIANA TABLE OF CASES.
— from U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1955 July - December by Library of Congress. Copyright Office
How much is lost when neither heart nor eye Rosewinged Desire or fabling Hope deceives; When boyhood with quick throb hath ceased to spy The dubious apple in the yellow leaves; When, rising from the turf where youth reposed, We find but deserts in the far-sought shore; When the huge book of Faery-land lies closed, And those strong brazen clasps will yield no more.
— from Imaginary Conversations and Poems: A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
Pérez de Guzmán, in the Loores de los claros varones de España , says that the Cid was born at Río de Ovierna:— Este varón tan notable en Río de Ovierna 1 nasció.
— from Chapters on Spanish Literature by James Fitzmaurice-Kelly
Those who put into it milk, cream, what not, especially rum, defile one of the finest among Christmas delights.
— from Dishes & Beverages of the Old South by Martha McCulloch-Williams
Mr. Newman felt and admitted them, and of course they were forced on his attention by controversialists on both sides; by the Ultra Protestant school, whose modes of dealing with Scripture he had exposed with merciless logic and by the now eager Roman disputants, of whom Dr. Wiseman was the able and not over-scrupulous chief.
— from The Oxford Movement; Twelve Years, 1833-1845 by R. W. (Richard William) Church
I recollect sitting down with them in a nearly empty room, dreaming over them in a kind of ecstasy, because of their pretty, strange colors and pictures.
— from A Writer's Recollections — Volume 1 by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.
|