We leave this royal couple to repose: A bed is not a throne, and they may sleep, Whate'er their dreams be, if of joys or woes: Yet disappointed joys are woes as deep
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
One lady rises and says good-by, the hostess rises and shakes hands and rings a bell (if necessary) for the servant to be in the hall to open the door.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post
hinangkan, hingangkan n hen that has raised a brood. ig-(←) n relative of any sort.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff
Let it wait and ripen," was her father's advice; and he practised as he preached, having waited patiently thirty years for fruit of his own to ripen, and being in no haste to gather it, even now, when it was sweet and mellow.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott
We do not here speak of the difficulty of estimating that reaction, for that is included in the difficulty before mentioned, of treating the moral powers as quantities; but of this, that reciprocal action, by its nature, opposes anything like a regular plan.
— from On War — Volume 1 by Carl von Clausewitz
Let it wait and ripen," was her father's advice, and he practiced what he preached, having waited patiently thirty years for fruit of his own to ripen, and being in no haste to gather it even now when it was sweet and mellow.
— from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
[174] Just so, in the parallelogram of forces, the 'forces' themselves do not combine into the diagonal resultant; a body is needed on which they may impinge, to exhibit their resultant effect.
— from The Principles of Psychology, Volume 1 (of 2) by William James
That [149] same man, who was once a beggar, and who, but for Uncle Mike's odd way of doing a kind act for him, might have remained a beggar, is now one of the most highly respected men in his parish, with enough property to make him and his family comfortable, as well as some to spare for the comfort of others.
— from Mike Marble: His Crotchets and Oddities. by Francis C. (Francis Channing) Woodworth
One of the worst of these is the owl, who, prowling about in the dark, springs upon the poor rabbit, and breaks its neck with one fierce stroke of its sharp bill.
— from Friends in Feathers and Fur, and Other Neighbors: For Young Folks by James Johonnot
Tied to the landing was a huge flat-boat, that was managed by the aid of a stout cable reaching quite across the river; and beside it nestled a small light skiff.
— from At Fault by Kate Chopin
She would have no hesitation in receiving a bishop, if need be, since “our, Rita,” with her poor, wretched, unbelieving heart, had nothing more to do with the house.
— from The Arrow of Gold: A Story Between Two Notes by Joseph Conrad
“McNevin’s remains are buried in Newtown; and in the next plot are the remains of another United Irishman —William Sampson.
— from Rossa's Recollections, 1838 to 1898 Childhood, boyhood, manhood; customs, habits and manners of the Irish people; Erinach and Sassenach; Catholic and protestant; Englishman and Irishman; English religion; Irish plunder; social life and prison life; the Fenian movement; Travels in Ireland, England, Scotland and America by Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa
We cannot direct our eyes so as not to comprehend equally in our field of vision, many objects beside that single object which is supposed to have fixed our attention; and if, by the direction of our eyes, be meant the exclusive or limited perception by our mind itself, there remains the difficulty,—how it happens, that while light from innumerable objects falls on our retina as before, it no longer produces any distinct vision relatively to the objects from which it
— from Lectures on the Philosophy of the Human Mind (Vol. 1 of 3) by Thomas Brown
On opening the door a party of three or four clients were about to knock, but having given them admission he went away at rather a brisk, if not a hasty pace.
— from Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two by William Carleton
At a little distance her eyes fell upon a shabbily-dressed woman who was walking rapidly away, but it never crossed her mind that she had anything to do with the warning just given.
— from Helen Ford by Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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