Still, the judgment says, It would be better for the political regeneration of France, if, like the Bastile, their very foundations were plowed up, and sown with salt.
— from Napoleon Bonaparte by John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott
In his letters from the East the keen-eyed Count von Moltke notes that the Turk "passes over all the preliminary rigmarole of falling in love, paying court, languishing, revelling in ecstatic joy, as so much faux frais , and goes straight to the point."
— from Primitive Love and Love-Stories by Henry T. Finck
On this little isle of sound The sea of winter silence presses round— One feels it like a menace.
— from The Song of Hugh Glass by John G. Neihardt
After two or three falls he reached the door of the house, and found himself in the narrow, filthy gutter called the Rue de la Parcheminerie—one of the impure, airless thoroughfares of that old Paris which the present ruler of France is levelling to give place to wide, healthful, handsome streets and squares.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 08, October, 1868, to March, 1869. by Various
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