"A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and grey steeple-crowned hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes." Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, Chapter 1, first line
On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about halfway between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. F. Scott Fitzgerald
"I led her out to the backyard, past a row of rosebushes, to the swimming pool." Adam Bagdasarian in the short story "Going Steady" from first french kiss and other traumas p. 55
"I led her out to the backyard, past a row of rosebushes, to the swimming pool." Adam Bagdasarian in the short story "Going Steady" from first french kiss and other traumas p. 55
"In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of the sallow wood and the fig tree, Siddhartha, the handsome Brahmin's son, grew up with his friend Govinda." Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha, first line
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"A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and grey steeple-crowned hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes." Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, Chapter 1, first line
On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about halfway between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. F. Scott Fitzgerald
"I led her out to the backyard, past a row of rosebushes, to the swimming pool." Adam Bagdasarian in the short story "Going Steady" from first french kiss and other traumas p. 55
"I led her out to the backyard, past a row of rosebushes, to the swimming pool." Adam Bagdasarian in the short story "Going Steady" from first french kiss and other traumas p. 55
"In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of the sallow wood and the fig tree, Siddhartha, the handsome Brahmin's son, grew up with his friend Govinda." Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha, first line
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