"Gre" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee, There, there Hortensio, will you any Wife? Kate. I pray you sir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hor. Mates maid, how meane you that? No mates for you, Vnlesse you were of ...
— The First Folio [35 Plays] • William Shakespeare
... tres bien ceste gorge d'albastre, Ce doulx parler, ce cler tainct, ces beaux yeulx: Mais en effect, ce petit rys follastre, C'est a mon gre ce qui lui sied le mieulx; Elle en pourroit les chemins et les lieux Ou elle passe a plaisir inciter; Et si ennuy me venoit contrister Tant que par mort fust ma vie abbatue, Il me fauldroit pour me resusciter Que ce rys la duguel elle ...
— In the Name of the Bodleian and Other Essays • Augustine Birrell
... amie: je vous donne la permission de coeur et de gre. Votre travail dans ma maison a toujours ete admirable, rempli de zele et de discretion: vous avez bien le droit de vous amuser. Sortez donc tant que vous voudrez. Quant a votre choix de connaissances, j'en suis contente; ...
— Villette • Charlotte Bronte
... peuple la recut non seulement comme une reine adoree, mais il semblait aussi qu'il lui savait gre ...
— The Life of Marie Antoinette, Queen of France • Charles Duke Yonge
... can make an easy landin' for ye," he remarked doubtfully. "May get your feet wet; bad place to land. Trouble is I ought to have brought a tag-boat; but they clutch on to the water so, an' I do love to sail free. This gre't boat gets easy bothered with anything trailin'. 'Tain't breakin' much on the meetin'-house ledges; guess I ...
— The Country of the Pointed Firs • Sarah Orne Jewett
... course you can," she said. "Just play you're there, marching 'long with the 'Merican soldiers. There's General Taylor, sitting stiff and straight on a white horse. Up rides a little Mexican on a pony. 'Look at our gre't big army and see how few men you've got,' he says. 'S'render, General Taylor, s'render, before we beat you into a cocked hat.' General Taylor looks at him—no, he doesn't, he looks 'way 'cross the hills,—mountains, I mean—and says, 'General Taylor never s'renders.' ...
— Honey-Sweet • Edna Turpin
... a do' nail. Dat's de cur'us part on it. He's daid an' was buried las' Sunday ebenin'—buried deep. I know, 'ca'se I wus dar m'se'f. But dat night when I had gone to bed an' wus gittin' off to meh fus' nap, I was woke up on a sudden by de noise uv a gre't stompin' an' trompin' an snortin' in de road. I jump up an' look out de winder, an' I 'clar' 'fo' Gracious if dar warn't Mose, natchel as life, horses an' hack an' all, tearin' by at a break-neck speed. I'se seed ...
— The Dreamer - A Romantic Rendering of the Life-Story of Edgar Allan Poe • Mary Newton Stanard
... tell't me all aboot it. How he had a mad anger on him, an' kill't his cousin Peter Junior whan they'd been like brithers all their lives, an' hoo he pushed him over the brink o' a gre't precipice to his death, an' hoo he must forever flee fra' the law an' his ...
— The Eye of Dread • Payne Erskine
... Greyhounds point to the high estimation in which the dog has always been held. Dr. Caius, when referring to the name, says "The Greyhound hath his name of this word gre; which word soundeth gradus in Latin, in Englishe degree, because among all dogges these are the most principall, occupying the chiefest place, and being simply and absolutely the best of the ...
— Dogs and All About Them • Robert Leighton
... facing the door. A bit of yellow silk had been twisted about the crude shape of the lamp, and it made the play of light, amber-like, shadowy and yet perfectly clear, the light which women love. She was arrayed in a puzzling gown of that kind of Gre- cian silk which is so docile that one can pull yards of it through a ring. It was of the colour of new straw. Her chin was leaned pensively upon her palm and the light fell on a pearly rounded forearm. She was looking at him with a pair of famous ...
— Active Service • Stephen Crane
... l'autan, le flux, l'eclair, la brume. A son avant tournait, dans un chaos d'ecume, Une espece de vrille a trouer l'infini. Le Maelstroem s'apaisait sous sa quille aplani. Sa vie interieure etait un incendie, Flamme au gre du pilote apaisee ou grandie; Dans l'antre d'ou sortait son vaste mouvement, Au fond d'une fournaise on voyait vaguement Des etres tenebreux marcher dans des nuees D'etincelles, parmi les braises remuees; ...
— La Legende des Siecles • Victor Hugo |
