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Skins which are now good one
I killed two deer this evening one a mule deer & the other a common Deer, the party killed Several this morning all for the use of their Skins which are now good, one man Gibson wounded a verry large brown bear, too late this evening to prosue him- — from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark
since we are not grand O
This, However, counts for nothing to the grace We wot of in time future:—therefore add, And afterwards have done: " Hence we may learn ," That though it be a grand and comely thing To be unhappy,—(and we think it is, Because so many grand and clever folk Have found out reasons for unhappiness, And talked about uncomfortable things,— Low motives, bores, and shams, and hollowness, The hollowness o' the world, till we at last Have scarcely dared to jump or stamp, for fear, Being so hollow, it should break some day, And let us in),—yet, since we are not grand, O, not at all, and as for cleverness, That may be or may not be,—it is well For us to be as happy as we can! — from Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. by Jean Ingelow
screeching whistle a noisy grinding of
A shrill screeching whistle, a noisy grinding of the wheels, and his grandmother passed away, leaving him leaning against the gate and swinging up his cap with its flying ribbons, while she, hanging out of the window of her third-class carriage, made an answering signal with her handkerchief; and for as long as she could see the dark blue-clad figure, that was her child, followed him with her eyes, throwing her whole soul into that “good-bye!” kept back to the last, and always uncertain of realization when sailors are concerned. — from An Iceland Fisherman by Pierre Loti
spontaneous wit and nimble gaiety of
By sympathy and by training Cervantes belonged to the older school of dramatists, and his attempts to rival Lope de Vega on Lope’s own ground are mostly embarrassed and, in some cases, curiously maladroit; yet he displays a happy malicious humour in the less ambitious interludes, and, when he betakes himself to prose, he captivates by the spontaneous wit and nimble gaiety of his dialogue. — from Chapters on Spanish Literature by James Fitzmaurice-Kelly
If, however, practical convenience is a sufficient warrant for making the main demarcations in our arrangement of objects run in lines not coinciding with any distinction of Kind, and so creating genera and species in the popular sense which are not genera or species in the rigorous sense at all; à fortiori must we be warranted, when our genera and species are real genera and species, in marking the distinction — from A System of Logic, Ratiocinative and Inductive (Vol. 1 of 2) by John Stuart Mill
Lee was still upstairs, and Solomonson, with a new grace of gesture begotten by his costume, made the necessary introductions; a little man with fine-cut features and a Galway accent was Rex the playwright; a tall, grey-haired, clean-shaven man was Bright from the New York Central Museum; and a bearded giant with a roof of red hair and a remote eye was Radlett Barns, the great portrait-painter, who consents to paint your portrait for posterity as the King confers a knighthood. — from Marriage by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
smile with a newborn girl on
Then came the sunny day in June when he stood by Merle’s bed, and she lay there smiling faintly her one-sided smile, with a newborn girl on her arm. — from The Great Hunger by Johan Bojer
said We are not getting on
When the doctor called next day, he looked grave, and, drawing Madame Rameau into the next room, he said, “We are not getting on so well as I had hoped; the fever is gone, but there is much to apprehend from the debility left behind. — from The Parisians — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
said with a naïve gleam of
“Then I really acted my scene well,” she said, with a naïve gleam of contentment in her eyes; then she knitted her brows and nodding her pretty head said: “ah, well, I am surprised at it.” — from The Blue Duchess by Paul Bourget
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