"Severing" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... help them, sometimes it had not, but in any case she had always known that help could be given only if one asked careful questions. The old established rules with regard to one's behaviour in connection with duchesses and their belongings had strangely faded away since the severing of her root as all things on earth had faded and lost consequence. She remembered no rules as she bent her head over the girl and ...
— Robin • Frances Hodgson Burnett
... one, our funnel was riddled with shrapnel, and a bridge stanchion, within a foot of where I was standing, was cut in two; but none of us was hurt. The next moment a shell struck our mainmast and sent it over the side, luckily severing the rotten shrouds and stays also, so that it fell clear and did not foul our propeller. A few seconds later a shell dropped upon our after-deck and exploded, blowing a jagged circular hole of some twenty feet diameter in it, ...
— Under the Ensign of the Rising Sun - A Story of the Russo-Japanese War • Harry Collingwood
... thy perch to hear, Fixing with a mute regard Us, thy human keepers hard, Troubling, with our chatter vain, Ebb of life, and mortal pain— Us, unable to divine Our companion's dying sign, Or o'erpass the severing sea Set betwixt ourselves and thee, Till the sand thy feathers smirch Fallen ...
— Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold • Matthew Arnold
... name Crichton—the man's pseudonym on the Outcry. It flashed across me then that she was after Lightmark. He was just severing his connection with the paper. He had always kept it very close, and I dare say I was one of the few persons who were in the secret. That is why, at the bottom of his heart, he is afraid of me—afraid that I shall bring it up. It's the one thing ...
— A Comedy of Masks - A Novel • Ernest Dowson and Arthur Moore
... and your cheer, for we need them not here, And for me far too dear they would prove, For gold is but gloss, and possessions are dross, And gain is all loss, without love. Yon severing tide is not fordless or wide,— The soul's blue abysses our homesteads divide: Down through the still river they deepen forever, Like the skies it ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 13, No. 76, February, 1864 • Various
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