But their influence, though it escapes fame, shall live immortal in the lives that have been sweetened and ennobled by it.
— from The Story of My Life With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy by Helen Keller
When he spoke, though it were only half a dozen sentences, he always rose: for which I could detect no other motive, than his partiality to that elegant phrase so liberally introduced in the orations of our British legislators, "While I am on my legs."
— from Biographia Literaria by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
They always called it Magic and indeed it seemed like it in the months that followed—the wonderful months—the radiant months—the amazing ones.
— from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
She loved to read poetry and when she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that lovely confession album with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable which, though it did not err on the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce
Lucy soon lost interest in the discontent of Lady Louisa, and became discontented herself.
— from A Room with a View by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster
In 1583, an embassy of four young noblemen was despatched by the Christian daimi[=o]s of Kiushiu, the second largest island in the empire, to the Pope to declare themselves spiritual—though as some of their countrymen suspected, political—vassals of the Holy See.
— from The Religions of Japan, from the Dawn of History to the Era of Méiji by William Elliot Griffis
I suppose she's laid it in the dining-room.
— from The Railway Children by E. (Edith) Nesbit
HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak, And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps, Half unpronounc't, slide through my infant-lipps, Driving dum silence from the portal dore, Where he had mutely sate two years before: Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask, That now I use thee in my latter task: Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee, I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee: 10 Thou needst not be ambitious to be first, Believe me I have thither packt the worst:
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton
In fact, as "Bar" himself said, "we lawyers are curious," and take the same lively interest in the affairs of our fellow-men (and women) as maiden aunts are popularly believed to exercise in the case of a pretty niece with a dozen beaux, or a mother-in-law in the daily occupations of the happy husband of her eldest daughter.
— from Kitty's Conquest by Charles King
He could not comprehend how one who had performed such a stunt as Hervey had just performed, and been so careful and humane, could forget about his act so soon and take so little interest in the bird which had been saved by his reckless courage.
— from Tom Slade on Mystery Trail by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
In fact, its archives contain documents and annals of the Society, written on birch-bark, which are so ancient that they cannot be read at all; and, moreover, other writings belong to the Society, legible it is true, but, by ill-luck, in the words of an unknown and long-buried language, and therefore unintelligible.
— from A Collection of College Words and Customs by Benjamin Homer Hall
his friend Jonathan Swift, lose interest in the purchase of books during the last third of his life.
— from The Library of William Congreve by William Congreve
But when white age and venerable death Mow down the strength and life within their limbs, Drain out the blood and darken their clear eyes, Immortal honour is on them, having past Through splendid life and death desirable To the clear seat and remote throne of souls, Lands indiscoverable in the unheard-of west, Round which the strong stream of a sacred sea Rolls without wind for ever, and the snow
— from Atalanta in Calydon by Algernon Charles Swinburne
So little is it true that now that I know they say it, the world shall never see me whilst I live.
— from Othmar by Ouida
Now, when this tardy recognition comes, for which I have waited so long, it is tainted with fraud and crime and blood, and I must pay for it with my child's life!"
— from The Marrow of Tradition by Charles W. (Charles Waddell) Chesnutt
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