"Shard" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... feet; Or lamb, whose mother seeketh him with most abundant bleat, Some wolf of Mars from fold hath caught. Goes up great cry around: They set on, and the ditches filled with o'erturned garth and mound, While others cast the blazing brands on roof and battlement. Ilioneus with mighty stone, a shard from hillside rent, Lucetius felled, as fire in hand unto the gate he drew. Then Liger felled Emathion, for craft of spear he knew; 570 Asylas Corynaeus, by dint of skill in bowshaft's ways, Caeneus Ortygius fells, and him, victorious, ...
— The AEneids of Virgil - Done into English Verse • Virgil
... ceased; the storm beat hard; 'Twas day, but the office-gas was lit; Nature retained her sulking-fit, In her hand the shard. Flitting faces took the hue Of that washed bulletin-board in view, And seemed to bear the public grief As private, and uncertain of relief; Yea, many an earnest heart was won, As broodingly he plodded on, To find in himself some bitter thing, ...
— Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War • Herman Melville
... that which the man had brought from the house. It was a bust of Napoleon like the one which we had seen that morning, and it had been broken into similar fragments. Carefully Holmes held each separate shard to the light, but in no way did it differ from any other shattered piece of plaster. He had just completed his examination when the hall lights flew up, the door opened, and the owner of the house, a jovial, rotund figure in shirt and ...
— The Return of Sherlock Holmes - Magazine Edition • Arthur Conan Doyle
... and sister, and wife, And mother, unfriended, alone, Outcast, I wander through life, Over shard and bramble and stone! Wretch! a mantle of shame thou hast wrought; Thou hast wrought it—it clingeth to thee, And for all that thou sufferest, naught From its meshes thy ...
— Modern Italian Poets • W. D. Howells
... thunder'; and cheers his wife on the doubtful intelligence of Banquo's taking-off with the encouragement—'Then be thou jocund: ere the bat has flown his cloistered flight; ere to black Hecate's summons the shard-born beetle has rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done—a deed of dreadful note.' In Lady Macbeth's speech, 'Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done't,' there is murder and filial piety together, and in urging him to fulfil his vengeance against the ...
— Characters of Shakespeare's Plays • William Hazlitt |
