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Like Adam, our first conspicuous ancestor, I must begin, and lay the blame upon a woman; I am glad to recognize that I differ from the father of my sex in no important particular, being as manlike as most of his sons. - Owen Wister, Lady Baltimore [1906] Some notable sight was drawing the passengers, both men and women, to the window; and therefore I rose and crossed the car to see what it was. I saw near the track an enclosure, and round it some laughing men, and inside it some whirling dust, and amid the dust some horses, plunging, huddling, and dodging. They were cow ponies in a corral, and one of them would not be caught, no matter who threw the rope. We had plenty of time to watch this sport, for our train had stopped that the engine might take water at the tank before it pulled us up beside the station platform of Medicine Bow. We were also six hours late, and starving for entertainment. The pony in the corral was wise, and rapid of limb. - Owen Wister, The Virginian--A Horseman of the Plains [1902] It was a morning when all nature shouted "Fore!" - Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, The Heart of a Goof [1926], a short story Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French. - Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, The Luck of the Bodkins [1936] "After all," said the young man, "golf is only a game." - Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, The Magic Plus Fours, a short story A destiny that leads the English to the Dutch is strange enough; but one that leads from Epsom into Pennsylvania, and thence into the hills that shut in Altamont over the proud coral cry of the cock, and the soft stone smile of an angel, is touched by that dark miracle of chance which makes new magic in a dusty world. - Thomas Wolfe (Thomas Clayton Wolfe), Look Homeward, Angel [1929] About fifteen years ago, at the end of the second decade of this century, four people were standing together on the platform of the railway station of a town in the hills of western Catawba. - Thomas Wolfe (Thomas Clayton Wolfe), Of Time and the River [1935] In an easy chair of the spacious and handsome library of his town-house, sat William, Earl of Mount Severn. - Mrs. Henry (Ellen) Wood, East Lynne [1861] Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. - Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf), Mrs. Dalloway [1925] He--for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it--was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. - Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf), Orlando [1928] It was an uncertain spring. The weather, perpetually changing, sent clouds of blue and purple flying over the land. - Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf), The Years [1937] "Yes, of course," if it's fine tomorrow," said Mrs. Ramsay. "But you'll have to be up with the lark," she added. - Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf), To the Lighthouse [1927] Mr. George Lawrence, C.M.G., First Class District Officer of His Majesty's Civil Service, sat at the door of his tent and viewed the African desert scene with the eye of extreme disfavour. There was beauty neither in the landscape nor in the eye of the beholder. - Percival Christopher Wren, Beau Geste [1925] (pt. 1) I will start at the very nadir of my fortunes, at their very lowest depths, and you will see them rise to their zenith, that highest point where they are crowned by Failure. - Percival Christopher Wren, Beau Sabreur [1925] (pt. 1, ch. 1) No well informed resident of Millsburgh, when referring to the principal industry of his little manufacturing city, ever says "the mills"--it is always "the Mill." - Harold Bell Wright, Helen of the Old House [1921] It was winter--cold and snow and ice and naked trees and leaden clouds and stinging wind. - Harold Bell Wright, The Eyes of the World [1914] From every street and corner in Tucson we see the mountains. - Harold Bell Wright, The Mine with the Iron Door [1923] I remember as well as though it were yesterday the first time I met Auntie Sue. - Harold Bell Wright, The Re-Creation of Brian Kent [1919] Jefferson Worth's outfit of four mules and a big wagon pulled out of San Felipe at daybreak, headed for Rubio City. - Harold Bell Wright, The Winning of Barbara Worth [1911] There was a man. And it happened--as such things often so happen--that this man we went back into his days that were gone. Again and again and again he went back. Even as every man, even as you and I, so this man went back into his Yesterdays. - Harold Bell Wright, Their Yesterdays [1912] (proem) There is a land where a man, to live, must be a man. - Harold Bell Wright, When a Man's a Man [1916] Brrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinng! An alarm clock clanged in the dark and silent room. A bed spring creaked. A woman's voice sang out impatiently: "Bigger, shut that thing off!" - Richard Wright, Native Son [1940] For many days we had been tempest-tossed. Six times had the darkness closed over a wide and terrific scene, and returning light as often brought but renewed distress, for the raging storm increased in fury until on the seventh day all hope was lost. - Johann David Wyss and Johann Rudolf Wyss, The Swiss Family Robinson [1813] (ch. 1) "Whereas, the Creator," Malcolm Bedford wrote, "has seen fit to remove from the earthly scene our beloved friend, Hugh McGehee, and, whereas, Zachary Taylor, President of the United States of America, stated that Edward McGehee of Woodville, brother of the deceased, was the best man he ever knew, making him, furthermore, executor of his estate, it is the opinion here that the virtues of said Hugh McGehee were no less great." - Stark Young, So Red the Rose [1934] A mile from Mulhouse, near the Rhine, in the middle of the fertile plain, the camp had been set up. In the fading light of this August evening, beneath a troubled sky laden with heavy clouds, the tents were pitched in rows, and the stacks of arms could be seen glinting at regular intervals along the edge of the camp, with sentinels standing guard over them, rifles at the ready, motionless, eyes somewhere on the far horizon, lost in the purplish mists drifting up from the great river. - Emile Zola, The Debacle [1892] (pt. 1, ch. 1), (also titled The Downfall) Displaying page 42 of 42 for this topic: << Prev 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 [42]
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