No, sir, th' dimmycratic party ain't on speakin' terms with itsilf. Whin ye see two men with white neckties go into a sthreet car an' set in opposite corners while wan mutthers Thraiter an' th' other hisses Miscreent ye can bet they're two dimmycratic leaders thryin' to reunite th' gran' ol' party.
No' wan in fifty kens a wurd Burns wrote But misapplied is a'body's propertyGrieve
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.john milton
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail?Sir John Suckling
Th’ dead ar-re always pop’lar. I knowed a society wanst to vote a monyment to a man an’ refuse to help his fam’ly, all in wan night.Finley Peter Dunne
Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.john milton
While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm.edgar allan poe
Ôwî wan wær dîn schœne mîn! dir hete got den wunsch gegebn, ob du mit witzen soldest lebn.wolfram von eschenbach
Ir sult bescheidenlîche sîn arm unde rîche. wan swâ der hêrre gar vertuot, daz ist niht hêrlîcher muot: sament er ab schaz ze sere, daz sint och unêre.wolfram von eschenbach
Ôwê daz er niht vrâgte dô! des pin ich für in noch unvrô. wan do erz enpfienc in sîne hant, dô was er vrâgens mit ermant.wolfram von eschenbach
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.Robert Burns
We traveled over a great part of the country and found it all deserted, since the people had fled to the mountains, leaving their houses and fields out of fear of the Christians. This filled our hearts with sorrow, seeing the land so fertile and beautiful, so full of water and streams, but abandoned and the places burned down, and the people, so thin and wan, fleeing and hiding.
But see the fading many-coloured Woods, Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round Imbrown: crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, Of every hue from wan declining green To sooty dark.james thomson
Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades, Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.robert blair
The first wan cowslip, wet With tears of the first morn.
Ôwî wan wær dîn schœne mîn! dir hete got den wunsch gegebn, ob du mit witzen soldest lebn.
Ir sult bescheidenlîche sîn arm unde rîche. wan swâ der hêrre gar vertuot, daz ist niht hêrlîcher muot: sament er ab schaz ze sere, daz sint och unêre.
Ôwê daz er niht vrâgte dô! des pin ich für in noch unvrô. wan do erz enpfienc in sîne hant, dô was er vrâgens mit ermant.
There's some say that we wan, some say that they wan, Some say that nane wan at a', man, But one thing I'm sure that at Sheriff-Muir, A battle there was which I saw, man. And we ran and they ran, and they ran and we ran, And we ran, and they ran awa', man.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care.
wan swelh w|"p tugendet wider ir art, diu gerne wider ir art bewart ir lop, ir e" re unde ire l|"p, diu ist niwan mit namen ein w|"p und ist ein man mit muote. When a woman grows in virtue despite her nature and gladly preserves the integrity of her honour, her reputation, and her person, she is onlya woman in name: in spirit she is a man.
Their smiles, wan as primroses gathered at midnight By chilly fingered spring.john keats