"Tongue" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... of moderate elevation, stands on a tongue of land that projects from the coast between the south of Palestine and Egypt. It is washed on the north by the sea which, on this day, is not gleaming, as is its wont, in translucent ultramarine; its more distant depths slowly surge in blue-black waves, ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... I did not at the time dwell at a greater length upon the Convention of Cintra.... That Convention and even the battle of Vimiera, at one time the theme of every tongue, are effaced from the memory of even us their contemporaries by the more brilliant achievements of the British army—by successes which have blotted out all recollections of former errors. I can scarcely recall to my mind ...
— The Letter-Bag of Lady Elizabeth Spencer-Stanhope v. I. • A. M. W. Stirling (compiler)
... the rather broad feet, and the delicate duskiness, which had so worked upon her in imagination and in fact the evening before. She put her hand kindly on that long slim hand stretched out beside her, and, because she knew not what else to speak, and because the tongue is very perverse at times,—saying the opposite of what is expected,—she herself blundered ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... hopes or desires to supersede any other language by the introduction of Esperanto. No one dreams of inducing all peoples that on earth do dwell to abandon the use of their own languages, in their intercourse with men of the same tongue within the limits of their national and domestic relations. Esperanto is only put forward as a second language which if universally adopted would enable the natives of every land to communicate easily with any foreigner, no matter what ...
— The Esperantist, Vol. 1, No. 1 • Various
... gave his friend a hint; for Madelon heard no more about the saints, and was left to puzzle out meanings and stories for the pictures for herself—and queer enough ones she often made, very likely. On the other hand, the American, who liked to talk to her in his own tongue, and to make her chatter to him in return, would tell her many a story of the old master painters, of Cimabue and the boy Giotto, of Lionardo da Vinci, and half a dozen others; old, old tales of the days when, as we sometimes fancy, looking back through ...
— My Little Lady • Eleanor Frances Poynter
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