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Some there be that shadows kiss, Such have but a shadow's bliss.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
Then would Sir Kay say, How liketh you my boy of the kitchen?
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir
Of late in Moscow and in the country, since he had become convinced that he would find no solution in the materialists, he had read and re-read thoroughly Plato, Spinoza, Kant, Schelling, Hegel, and Schopenhauer, the philosophers who gave a non-materialistic explanation of life.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf
Nagtikugkug na siya sa kaníwang, She has grown bent from extreme thinness.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff
King Inge gave Gregorius the ship King Sigurd had owned.
— from Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway by Snorri Sturluson
Nagsirkul ang mga girilya sa kampu sa Hapun, The guerillas encircled the Japanese camp.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff
Some there be that shadows kiss, / Such have but a shadow's bliss.
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.
Alack the heavy day When such a sacred king should hide his head!
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
If I overcome, and have that white stone given to me, and in that stone a new name written which no man shall know saving he that receiveth it; and if it were asked me here to-night what I would like my new name to be, I would say on the spot, Let it be THINK-
— from Bunyan Characters (3rd Series) by Alexander Whyte
Her only consolation was that she knew she had never given him any right to speak so to her.
— from Red Rock: A Chronicle of Reconstruction by Thomas Nelson Page
"He is good, isn't he, mother?" said Kalle, stroking her face.
— from Pelle the Conqueror — Volume 01 by Martin Andersen Nexø
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