But when we started out he saw that we were moving for a purpose, and bidding us Godspeed, remained there to hear the result.
— from Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant, Complete by Ulysses S. (Ulysses Simpson) Grant
Nearly all the later histories of that highway and its peculiarities are based upon Gregg’s able work; which fact he himself points out with a certain plaintiveness in his later years (1846), stating that pillagers of his papers did not always stop to give him credit.
— from The Way to the West, and the Lives of Three Early Americans: Boone—Crockett—Carson by Emerson Hough
Massa so good to us he have lumber hauled clear from de Bastrop pineries and builds us good wood dwellin's.
— from Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves: Volume XVI, Texas Narratives, Part 3 by United States. Work Projects Administration
What should they do, beset with dangers round, 610 No neighbouring dorp,[126] no lodging to be found, But bleaky plains, and bare unhospitable ground.
— from The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 1 With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by John Dryden
[ Pg 158] Drop on a greased paper and bake until golden brown in a moderate oven.
— from Dietetics for Nurses by Fairfax T. (Fairfax Throckmorton) Proudfit
The child's parents are both university graduates, and they have done graduate work.
— from Children Above 180 IQ Stanford-Binet: Origin and Development by Leta Stetter Hollingworth
Evelyn surmises that they were not authorised to go so far as that, and consequently they did not put their threat into execution; but both priest and people were taken prisoners, and brought under guard before the magistrates to answer for the serious misdemeanour of which they had been guilty.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 61, No. 377, March 1847 by Various
What should they do, beset with dangers round, No neighbouring dorp, [213] no lodging to be found, But bleaky plains, and bare, unhospitable ground?
— from The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 10 by John Dryden
With pipes of peace and bows unstrung, Glowing with paint came old and young, In wampum and furs and feathers arrayed, To the dance and feast the Bashaba made.
— from Narrative and Legendary Poems, Complete Volume I of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier by John Greenleaf Whittier
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