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Of such a letter, Death himself might well have been the post-boy.
Herman Melville • Moby Dick: or, the White Whale
Did my ears truly report these sounds? If I did not err, my brother was restored to just perceptions.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
some daring rebel;
Walt Whitman • Leaves of Grass
On topics of religion and of his own history, previous to his TRANSFORMATION into a Spaniard, he was invariably silent.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Pleyel laboured to extenuate both these species of merit, and tasked his ingenuity, to shew that the orator had embraced a bad cause; or, at least, a doubtful one. He urged, that to rely on the exaggerations of an advocate, or to make the picture of a single family a model from which to sketch the condition of a nation, was absurd.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Was the genius of my birth entrusted by divine benignity with this province?
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
What I have related will, no doubt, appear to you a fable. You will believe that calamity has subverted my reason, and that I am amusing you with the chimeras of my brain, instead of facts that have really happened. I shall not be surprized or offended, if these be your suspicions. I
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
but, fear adding wings to my speed, I leaped out of bed, and scantily robed as I was, rushed out of the chamber, down stairs, and into the open air. I can hardly recollect the process of turning keys, and withdrawing bolts. My terrors urged me forward with almost a mechanical impulse. I stopped not till I reached my brother's door.