—‘Throughout all the west of Devonshire, anywhere near the moorlands, the country people are [Pg 180] much given to belief in pixies and ghosts.
— from The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. (Walter Yeeling) Evans-Wentz
It is very rude of little girls to whisper outside doors, and not to attend to their aunts when they come a long way to see them.
— from Polly: A New-Fashioned Girl by L. T. Meade
[Nothing could force him to do anything inconsistent with his character, neither the wickedness of daring attempts nor the expectation of similar events to follow as the result of pardon.
— from Dio's Rome, Volume 5, Books 61-76 (A.D. 54-211) An Historical Narrative Originally Composed in Greek During The Reigns of Septimius Severus, Geta and Caracalla, Macrinus, Elagabalus and Alexander Severus: and Now Presented in English Form By Herbert Baldwin Foster by Cassius Dio Cocceianus
Between the Polar Bear and Siberian Wolves we had to watch our dogs all night to keep them from being killed, as well as ourselves.
— from Black Beaver, the Trapper by James Campbell Lewis
It was out of the fog and smoke of the city; indeed it was so far out that there was danger of robbers to the man who ventured to walk or drive at night through the unlighted roads.
— from In the Days of Queen Victoria by Eva March Tappan
Athwart the golden flood of morn Was poised the wing of Death, As 'neath the fearful guillotine
— from Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 3 September 1848 by Various
In the two back rooms of the club, the narrow side of which looked out on a sunny but tiresome garden, there were in all only six or eight men, all silent, all more or less absorbed in their whist or dominoes, and not the least absorbed were the two men who had just been talking about Ella and Afzelius.
— from German Fiction by Gottfried Keller
Because man’s soul is man’s God still, What wind soever waft his will Across the waves of day and night To port or shipwreck, left or right, p. 8
— from Songs Before Sunrise by Algernon Charles Swinburne
There were other days and nights through which she lay in a sleep, which seemed-no more like real sleep than the shrill voice of her ravings had seemed like her real voice.
— from Saxe Holm's Stories First Series by Helen Hunt Jackson
He said he didn't care how many children his great-grandfather had, nor what they died of; and as for Mrs. Submit and Miss Thankful, the ladies might bury themselves in the "Transcript," or hide behind that wall of dates and names till doomsday, for all he cared.
— from Oh, Money! Money! A Novel by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter
Because man's soul is man's God still, What wind soever waft his will Across the waves of day and night To port or shipwreck, left or right, By shores and shoals of good and ill; And still its flame at mainmast height Through the rent air that foam-flakes fill Sustains the indomitable light
— from Pre-Raphaelite and other Poets by Lafcadio Hearn
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