[407] These settlements were founded in general through internal migration away from the older settlements in Racine, Rock, and Dane Counties.
— from A History of Norwegian Immigration to the United States From the Earliest Beginning down to the Year 1848 by George T. (George Tobias) Flom
And down her slender form they spread, In ringlets rich and rare.
— from Marmion: A Tale Of Flodden Field by Walter Scott
But it is nothing more than the feeling of an existence without the least definite conception and is only the representation of that to which all thinking stands in relation ( relatione accidentis ).
— from Kant's Prolegomena to Any Future Metaphysics by Immanuel Kant
Sharp set, with my long rest and refreshing sleep, I rapidly ran a first course, but not quicker than the lascivious nature of dear mamma, who joined me in a copious discharge with the most ecstatic joy, and the most delicious inward pressures.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous
Would that one could transfer into English the delicious way in which the sweet Italian rhymes recur and surround and seem to embrace each other, and are woven and unwoven and interwoven, like the heavenly hosts that gathered around Laura.
— from Fifteen sonnets of Petrarch by Francesco Petrarca
The ocean appeared to be black in contrast with this white plain; one could see it rolling, raging and tossing its waves as though wishing to annihilate its pale neighbor, which appeared to be dead, it was so calm, quiet and cold.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant
And Mr. Tulliver, you perceive, though nothing more than a superior miller and maltster, was as proud and obstinate as if he had been a very lofty personage, in whom such dispositions might be a source of that conspicuous, far-echoing tragedy, which sweeps the stage in regal robes, and makes the dullest chronicler sublime.
— from The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot
I ran after him, shouting my hardest, and at the bottom of the stairs I ran right against the porter and some gentlemen—and how many gentlemen were there I don’t remember.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
This money of the Europeans may possibly furnish him with the means of a happy and peaceful subsistence in remoter regions; and he quits the plough, resumes his native arms, and returns to the wilderness forever.
— from Democracy in America — Volume 1 by Alexis de Tocqueville
“Those fellows will be cool and comfortable enough in the shade,” I remarked, rebelliously, “and I don’t believe they’ll come back through the hot sun until it’s time to get the treasure.
— from Sam Steele's Adventures on Land and Sea by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum
Now the rope tightens under my arms, and easily, slowly, I rise, rise, and the golden water pales to silver, the bubbles boil faster, and I come to the surface by the ladder's side and grope again for its rungs.
— from Careers of Danger and Daring by Cleveland Moffett
Down in the basement, where the gas flickers and the boots stand in racks, Richards, amid his blacking-brushes, held forth to Oke of the Common-room, Gumbly of the dining-halls, and fair Lena of the laundry.
— from Stalky & Co. by Rudyard Kipling
At the same instant, Richard reeled, and almost fell beside her, from a heavy blow between the eyes from James's fist.
— from With Wolfe in Canada: The Winning of a Continent by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
He, however, seemed, after passing, to mend his licks so fast that I feared he would give trouble in despatching him, so I ran rapidly after him, he in the mean time having partially disappeared under the bank; and when within fifteen or twenty yards he turned at bay, facing me.
— from American Big-Game Hunting: The Book of the Boone and Crockett Club by Boone and Crockett Club
Stir in the stewed pumpkin, till it is as thick as you can stir it round rapidly and easily.
— from The American Frugal Housewife by Lydia Maria Child
Strange as it may appear the time did come, and perhaps we shall see if Rodney remembered and kept his promise.
— from Rodney, the Overseer by Harry Castlemon
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