"Lif" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... dat big white scar on Marse Wes' lef' wris'? When he struck me I mahk him dere wid my hot flatiron. Am' no man eveh gwine lif' his hand to ...
— O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1921 • Various
... vas rich enof to lif like dis efery tay—" began the good German in a melancholy voice. But here Mme. Cibot appeared upon the scene. Pons had given her an order for the theatre from time to time, and stood in consequence almost as high in her esteem and ...
— Poor Relations • Honore de Balzac
... Women, in literature Wordsworth, life, poetry, poems of nature, poems of life, last works Wordsworth, Dorothy Worthies of England Wuthering Heights (wuth'er-ing) Wyatt (w[i]'at), Thomas Wyclif (wik'lif) Wyrd (vird), ...
— English Literature - Its History and Its Significance for the Life of the English Speaking World • William J. Long
... var. You can der means be uf pringing aboud der reign uf anarchy mitout der shtrike uf von blow. Eferypody vill lif und pe habby." ...
— Tin-Types Taken in the Streets of New York • Lemuel Ely Quigg
... your Letter your Aunt is vary Ill and Lowspireted I Donte think your Aunt wood Git up all Day if My Sister Wasnot to Persage her We all Think hir lif is two monopolous. you Wish to know Who Was Liveing With your Aunt. that is My Sister and Willian —- and Cariline —- as Cock and Old Poll Pepper is Come to Stay With her a Littel Wile and I hoped [hopped] for Your Aunt, and Harry ...
— The Humour of Homer and Other Essays • Samuel Butler
... blinding flash darting straight into the terrified darkie's eyes. "A flash ob lightenin' what cl'ar par'lyzed me an' helt ma feet fast to de floo'! Den, befo' I could get 'em loosen' dat hant jist lif' his hoof—yas ma'am, dat was a hoof, not no man's foot—an' I 'clar cross ma heart he done hist me froo dat do' an' cl'ar down dem stairs. He want no man. He de debbil hissef. No siree, yo' ain' gettin' me back up dem stairs twell some white folks gwine fust. Not ...
— A Dixie School Girl • Gabrielle E. Jackson
... said. "You bane sleep long time. I came back to ask if I stay vith you. I halp you. You halp me. Ve halp each udder. Ve be neighbors alvays. I get farm next you. I halp you build house, an' you halp me. Maybe ve lif togedder till you git vooman, or I git vooman—if American vooman marry Norwegian ...
— Vandemark's Folly • Herbert Quick |
