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Amidst the glare, and hurry, and throng, and noise, I still secretly and chiefly longed to come on that circular mirror of crystal, and surprise the moon glassing therein her pearly front.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë
Rudolf Keyser’s opinion is (and we know no higher authority on the subject), that Snorre is the author, though not in so strict a sense as we now use the word, of Gylfaginning, Brage’s Speech, Skaldskaparmal and Hattatal.
— from The Younger Edda; Also called Snorre's Edda, or The Prose Edda by Snorri Sturluson
His nature is stern, simple, and enduring, fitted to grapple with difficulties and to support privations.
— from The Sketch-Book of Geoffrey Crayon by Washington Irving
But it always had a rippling wave in it then, and now it seems smooth and straight.
— from Lady Audley's Secret by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon
If fresh post-horses had been now ready, as they were not, it seemed so apparently impossible to overtake the coach before it reached London, that Partridge thought he had now a proper opportunity to remind his friend of a matter which he seemed entirely to have forgotten; what this was the reader will guess, when we inform him that Jones had eat nothing more than one poached egg since he had left the alehouse where he had first met the guide returning from Sophia; for with the gypsies he had feasted only his understanding.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding
"You allow that we designate a disease as mortal when nature is so severely attacked, and her strength so far exhausted, that she cannot possibly recover her former condition under any change that may take place.
— from The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Some by old words to fame have made pretence, Ancients in phrase, mere moderns in their sense; Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd, and make the learned smile.
— from The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems by Alexander Pope
“The night is serene, sir; and so am I.” “And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of happy love and blissful union.”
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë
This now is such stuff as I used to talk to my mother, when I first began to think myself a clever fellow; and she ought to have whipt me for it.'
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell
Strickland was not, I should say, a man of great intelligence, and his views on painting were by no means out of the ordinary.
— from The Moon and Sixpence by W. Somerset (William Somerset) Maugham
For in this malignant ulcerated age of the world, nothing is so safe and secure from Calumnies, but it is taken in a wrong Sense, and perverted unworthily by the Idiotick Ignorance of mad-brain'd CacoZelots .
— from The Golden Calf, Which the World Adores, and Desires In Which Is Handled the Most Rare and Incomparable Wonder of Nature, in Transmuting Metals; viz. How the Intire Substance of Lead, Was in One Moment Transmuted in Gold-Obrizon, with an Exceeding Small Particle of the True Philosophick Stone by Johann Friedrich Helvetius
Not in a condition to lend must forbid himself to borrow Not melancholic, but meditative Not to instruct but to be instructed Not want, but rather abundance, that creates avarice Nothing can be a grievance that is but once Nothing falls where all falls Nothing is more confident than a bad poet Nothing is so firmly believed, as what we least know Nothing is so supple and erratic as our understanding Nothing noble can be performed without danger Nothing presses so hard upon a state as innovation Nothing so grossly, nor so ordinarily faulty, as the laws Nothing tempts my tears but tears Nothing that so poisons as flattery Number of fools so much exceeds the wise
— from Widger's Quotations from the Project Gutenberg Editions of the Works of Montaigne by Michel de Montaigne
And yet the Babe doth sleep; And does He dream How, in the golden Christmases to come, Through each fair house That self-same song of peace, while tapers gleam, Shall sound, as now it soundeth, strong and deep.
— from Belford's Magazine, Vol 2, December 1888 by Various
Then we be neighbours in some sort, as it were.'
— from Kim by Rudyard Kipling
In a distant county, in the North of England, there was situated in a quiet country parish a rural rectory, surrounded by a garden, and adorned with the only good trees in the neighbourhood; it stood sheltered at the foot of a hill, the only rising ground to be seen amidst a flat and smoke-dried country.
— from Yr Ynys Unyg The Lonely Island by Julia de Winton
She felt her blood everywhere but in its normal course, now, in sheer shame at her own imaginations.
— from The Hosts of the Lord by Flora Annie Webster Steel
"I'm not interfering," said Susie, aggrieved.
— from Troublesome Comforts A Story for Children by G. R. (Geraldine Robertson) Glasgow
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