
John Banville: Using words to paint pictures of "magical" Prague (2006)
"Mariana" (1830)
Context: With blackest moss the flower plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all;
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable wall.
The broken sheds looked sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!'
John Banville: Using words to paint pictures of "magical" Prague (2006)
“I think my life would be easier, she said,
if I could just get my selves to agree on something.”
Source: Still Mostly True
Tales of Three Hemispheres http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/1/1/4/4/11440/11440-8.txt, A Shop In Go-By Street
“Right," she said, "We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.”
Source: The Lightning Thief