Her eyes where shining brighter than the Star; And she began to say, gentle and low, With voice angelical, in her own language: 'O spirit courteous of Mantua, Of whom the fame still in the world endures, And shall endure, long-lasting as the world; A friend of mine, and not the friend of fortune, Upon the desert slope is so impeded Upon his way, that he has turned through terror, And may, I fear, already be so lost, That I too late have risen to his succour, From that which I have heard of him in Heaven.
— from Divine Comedy, Longfellow's Translation, Hell by Dante Alighieri
He listened, breakin' out with exclamations and such every little while.
— from The Postmaster by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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