"Sire" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... her perplexities—he was so quaintly of the old type of Irishman and so absurdly small to be the father of a giant. He carried a shrewd and kindly face, withered and toothless, yet not without a certain charm of line. Mart's fine profile was like his sire's, only larger, ...
— Money Magic - A Novel • Hamlin Garland
... these regions. It is also better not to postpone it, and not to wait until that place has greater fortification, strength, and defense, thereby rendering its conquest more difficult and costly. I conclude, Sire, by saying that as God and your Majesty have sent Don Pedro de Acuna to this government, and he has inclination and desire for military service, and for the faithful fulfilling his performance of what pertains to his office and to the service of your ...
— The Philippine Islands, 1493-1898 - Volume XI, 1599-1602 • Various
... daughter of such a sire; I advanced in these divine studies even to his wish, and looked to the future with a hope which many years had deadened in himself, but from which I caught an omen of ultimate success. Alas! he mastered not his ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 20, No. - 580, Supplemental Number • Various
... course of time and demanded admittance to the Emperor, saying that he had been asked to supper. When Napoleon was informed, he had the veteran shown in and, recognising his comrade of the baked potatoes, said at once that the sergeant should sup with him. The sergeant's reply was: "Sire, how can a non-commissioned officer dine with a general?" It was then, Napoleon, delighted with the humour and the boldness of his grenadier, summoned the Old Guard, and had the sergeant promoted to the rank of captain on ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... fossi morto Innanzi che lasciassi il pappo e'l dindi, Pria che passin mill'anni? ch'e piu corto Spazio all' eterno ch'un muover di ciglia Al cerchio che piu tardi in cielo e torto. Colui che del cammin si poco piglia Diranzi a te, Toscana sono tutta, Ed ora appena in Siena sen pispiglia, Ond'era sire, quando fu distrutta La rabbia Fiorentina, che superba Fu a quel tempo si com'ora e putta. La vostra nominanza e color d'erba Che viene e va, e quei la discolora Per cui ell'esce ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 118, August, 1867 • Various
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