"Cur" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... you where you picked up that Injun-looking feller that was lugging off the gal, and what his natur'? The Injuns say, he's a conjuror: now I never heerd of conjurors among the whites, like as among the Injuns, afore I cut loose from 'em, and I'm cur'ous on the subject!—I jist ax you a civil question, and I don't mean no harm in it. There's nobody can make the feller out; and, as for Ralph Stackpole, blast him, he says he never seed the crittur ...
— Nick of the Woods • Robert M. Bird
... undertook to slip away unobserved after night had set in—as we sometimes did—to go coon hunting. One night my brother, John Johnston, and I, with the usual complement of boys required for a successful coon hunt, took the insignificant little cur ...
— The Story of Young Abraham Lincoln • Wayne Whipple
... exact, nay, illusive resemblance, the masks deviated more from it than in the Old, being overcharged in the features, and almost to caricature. However singular this may appear, it is too expressly and formally attested to admit of a doubt. [Footnote: See Platonius, in Aristoph. cur. Kster, p. xi.] As they were prohibited from bringing portraits of real persons on the stage they were, after the loss of their freedom, very careful lest they should accidentally stumble upon any resemblance, and especially ...
— Lectures on Dramatic Art - and Literature • August Wilhelm Schlegel trans John Black
... spouse. Her jokes, such as they were, and the coquetry with which they were enforced, had such an effect on this Timon of the woods, that he curled up his cynical nose, displayed his few straggling teeth like a cur about to bite, broke out into a barking laugh, which was more like the cry of one of his own hounds—stopped short in the explosion, as if he had suddenly recollected that it was out of character; yet, ere he resumed his acrimonious gravity, shot such a glance at Gillian ...
— The Betrothed • Sir Walter Scott
... urg'd, this best of men, This gallant youth, then favour'd, high in power, Sought out the pit obscene of foul disease, Where I, and many a suffering soldier lay, And, like an angel, seeking good for man, Restor'd us light, and partial liberty. Me he mark'd out his own. He nurst and cur'd, He lov'd and made his friend. I liv'd by him, And in my heart he liv'd, till, when exchang'd, Duty and honour call'd me from my friend.— Judge how my heart is tortur'd.—Gracious heaven! Thus, thus to meet him on the brink of death— A death so infamous! Heav'n grant my prayer. [Kneels. ...
— Andre • William Dunlap
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