Mademoiselle Zélie St. Pierre, on this particular Thursday, even assumed a "robe de soie," deemed in economical Labassecour an article of hazardous splendour and luxury; nay, it was remarked that she sent for a "coiffeur" to dress her hair that morning; there were pupils acute enough to discover that she had bedewed her handkerchief and her hands with a new and fashionable perfume. — from Villette by Charlotte Brontë
despair in every line
Alone, before them all, with her face hidden in her hands, and despair in every line of her drooping figure, stood Rachel,--a meek culprit at the stern bar of justice, where women try a sister woman. — from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott
C'est une méthode de fabrication de graphes UNL qui suppose une bonne part d'interaction, avec plusieurs possibilités: - analyse classique multiple suivie d'une désambiguisation interactive en langue source, - entrée sous langage contrôlé, - encore plus séduisant (et encore pas clair, au niveau recherche pour l'instant), entrée directe via une interface graphique reliée à la base lexicale et — from Entretiens / Interviews / Entrevistas by Marie Lebert
difficulty in execution lay
Again, another difficulty in execution lay in this, that the King's Army in this campaign was constantly in motion. — from On War — Volume 1 by Carl von Clausewitz
down in Ennis like
I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt even change my new white shoes all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I had with that feather all blowy and tossed on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the tall old chap with the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to get at I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides I dont like being alone in this big barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have to put up with it I never brought a bit of salt in even when we moved in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in Ennis like all the things he told father he was going to do and me — from Ulysses by James Joyce
dim its Ethereal lustre
In young Don Juan's favour, and to him its Exertion might be useful on occasion; And, lighted at too pure a shrine to dim its Ethereal lustre, with what sweet persuasion He might be taught, by love and her together— I really don't know what, nor Julia either. — from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
disappointed in early life
‘It is only his manner, I believe,’ observed Kate, timidly; ‘he was disappointed in early life, I think I have heard, or has had his temper soured by some calamity. — from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens
Damietta in Egypt leading
[2254] base by nature, and no more esteemed than dogs, miseram, laboriosam, calamitosam vitam agunt, et inopem, infelicem, rudiores asinis, ut e brutis plane natos dicas : no learning, no knowledge, no civility, scarce common, sense, nought but barbarism amongst them, belluino more vivunt, neque calceos gestant, neque vestes , like rogues and vagabonds, they go barefooted and barelegged, the soles of their feet being as hard as horse-hoofs, as [2255] Radzivilus observed at Damietta in Egypt, leading a laborious, miserable, wretched, unhappy life, — from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton
The beauty spot of beauteous Acadie, Its summer and its winter scenes I sing: Here in primeval days great Neptune wise Conspired with Fora, bounteous and free, To make a masterpiece, a paradise, Where Nymphs and Naiad’s might forever woo; And now by night and day it ever lies Reflecting in its waters, deep and blue — from Poems by D. M. (Duncan M.) Matheson
This tab, called Hiding in Plain Sight,
shows you passages from notable books where your word is accidentally (or perhaps deliberately?)
spelled out by the first letters of consecutive words.
Why would you care to know such a thing? It's not entirely clear to us, either, but
it's fun to explore! What's the longest hidden word you can find? Where is your name hiding?