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985 example sentences with  hector

985 example sentences with hector

"All the same," returned Hector.

This he did in imitation of Achilles, whom Homer describes as having dragged Hector around the walls of Troy in the same manner.

When Hector's lovely widow shines in tears, Or Rowe's gay rake dependent virtue jeers, With the same cast of features he is seen To chide the libertine and court the queen.

"On the side of the French there was excellent fighting, by Sir Geoffrey de Chargny, Sir John de Landas, Sir Hector, and Sir Gavin de Ballieul, and others; but they were all surpassed by Sir Eustace de Ribeaumont, who that day struck the King twice down on his knees: at last, however, he was obliged to present his sword to the King,

He saw Electra with many companions, among whom were Hector and Æneas, and Cæsar in armour with his hawk's eyes; and on another side he beheld old King Latinus with his daughter Lavinia, and the Brutus that expelled Tarquin, and Lucretia, and Julia, and Cato's wife Marcia, and the mother of the Gracchi, and, apart by himself, the Sultan Saladin.

In the atelier of Canova the most remarkable statues I observed are: a group of Hector and Ajax of colossal size, not quite finished; a Centaur, also colossal; a Hebe; two Ballerine or dancing girls, one of which rivetted my attention most particularly.


Will Hector leave me for the fatal plain, Where, fierce with vengeance for Patroclus slain, Stalks Peleus' ruthless son?

Who, when thou glidest amid the dark abodes, To hurl the spear and to revere the Gods, Shall teach shine Orphan One? HECTOR.

His son, Hector Henri de Langevy, had studied under the Jesuits at Lyons till he was eighteen.

The chase had few charms for Hector.

But don't imagine, on this account, that Hector's time was utterly wasted.

the heart of Hector searched in vain for sighing maidens in the woods of Langevy.

At twenty years of age, love travels at an amazing pace; and Hector felt that he was already over head and ears with one of the fair shepherdesses.

It is not to be denied that Amaranthe and Daphnè blushed a little, too, at this sort of half meeting with Hector.

Now, just at that moment Hector's mind was set on passing the river of Love.

Hector resolved to try it.

Hector had prepared a complimentary speech for a young lady attending a flock of sheepbut he hadn't a word to say to a shepherdess.

"'Tis too much happiness to throw myself at your feet," replied Hector, casting himself on one knee.

"What have I done?" cried Hector.

"You are nothing but beautiful young ladies from the capital," said Hector, "on a visit at the Chateau d'Urtis.

"You complain rather early, methinks," replied Hector, with a smile; "have you indeed much fault to find with the world?

Hector did not dare to follow them.

There was no room in Hector's heart for all these natural enjoyments.

Early in the following morning, Hector wandered along the banks of the Lignon, with a fresh-cut crook in his hand.

When the sisters had returned, on the evening before, Amaranthe, to Daphnè's great discomfiture, had told word for word all that had occurred; how that a young sportsman had joined them, and how they had talked and laughed; and Madame d'Urtis had no doubt, from the description, that it was Hector de Langevy.

Hector would fain have made his escape; two ladies he might have faced, but four!and two of them above thirty years of age!

"I broke your crook yesterday, fair Daphnè," said Hector, "but it is not lost.

"I'll go with them wherever you allow me, madam," said Hector.

She was astonished to see her mother and Hector conversing, as if they had been acquainted for ages, while Madame d'Urtis and Amaranthe were running a race towards the park.

She sat down on the grassy bank, exactly opposite the oziers where she had seen Hector the preceding day.

Daphne, who scarcely said a word to Hector, took good care to answer every time her mamma spoke to her.

Hector accordingly, on the first burst of his admiration, had seen nothing but Amaranthe; but when he had left the sisters, it was astonishing how exclusively he thought of Daphnè.

Hector offered his arm to Madame Deshoulieres; Daphnè called her flock.

At nightfallfor Hector lingered as long as he couldthe young shepherd quitted the party with great regret; but there was no time to lose, for he had two leagues to go, and there was no moon, and the roads were still broken into immense ruts by the equinoctial rains.

On the following day, Hector returned to the Chateau d'Urtis through the meadow.

She was not aware of Hector's approach.

"You are all alone," said Hector, drawing near.

"There seems a sadness," said Hector at length, but his voice trembled as he spoke"there seems a sadness on your brow?

cried Hector, turning pale.

When Daphnè spoke of her sheep, she looked at Hector.

On hearing these words Hector fell on one knee, seized her hand and kissed it, and, looking up with eyes overflowing with love, said "Yesalways!

your Daphnis?" cried Hector, as if inspired"trust to me, Daphnèto my heartto my soul!

Hector went up to her; he spoke of his affectionhe besought her with tears in his eyeshe was so eloquent and so sincere, that poor Daphnè was unable to resist, for any length of time, those bewildering shocks of first love to which the wisest of us yield: she said, all pale and trembling "WellyesI trust myself to youand heaven.

" "On the contrary," replied Hector, "the ungrateful wretches are going off very contentedly without you."

"Yesdearest," cried Hector, delighted at the thought, "you will write to her you have gone into the convent; she will go on to Avignon; we shall remain together beneath these cloudless skies, in this lovely country, happy as the birds, and free as the winds of the hill!"

Daphnè thought she heard some brilliant quotation from her mother, and perhaps was, on that account, the more easily led by Hector.

" "But you will have no time to weep," replied Hector, pressing her hand, "all our days will be happy here!

The good old woman, on coming in from the garden, was astonished at the sight of Hector and Daphnè.

"What a pretty sister you have, Monsieur Hector!"

Hector took a tender farewell of Daphnè, and kissed her hand at least a dozen times.

While she was repelling from her heart the miserable fancies that had crowded on her at night, she all of a sudden perceived Hector by the whitethorn hedge.

"How lovely you are this morning!" said Hector to her, with a look of admiration which there needed no physiognomist to discover was profoundly real.

Hector had brought her writing materials, and she composed a tender adieu to her mamma.

cried Hector; "I have a peasant here who will carry it to Madame Deshoulieresas for me, I shall go as usual to the Park d'Urtis at noon.

"You perceive, Hector," she said, on seating herself at the table, "that I have all the qualifications of a peasant girl."

At one o'clock Hector had found his way to the meadow.

she cried in an agitated voice; "You have not seen my daughter?" "I was in hopes of seeing her here," replied Hector, with a start of well-acted surprise.

Hector continued to enact astonishmenthe even offered his services to reclaim the fugitiveand, in short, exhibited such sorrow and disappointment, that the habitual quickness of Madame Deshoulieres was deceived.

"Do you know, Hector, that you are not by any means too gallant?A shepherd of proper sentiments would waken his sweetheart every morning with the sound of his pipe.

But what is the matter with you, Hector?

Monsieur de Langevy, who was not addicted to circumlocution in his mode of talk, told his son point-blank, that his cousin was a pretty girl, and what was more, a considerable heiressso that it was his dutyhis, Hector de Langevythe owner of a great name and a very small fortune, to marry the said cousinor if not, he must stand the consequences.

Hector, at the first intimation, had revolted indignantly against the inhuman proposal, and made many inaudible vows of undying constancy to his innocent and trusting Daphne; but by degrees, there is no denying thatwithout thinking of the fortunehe found various attractions in his cousin.

The straightest road from the Château de Langevy to the Lignon, led past the Cottage of the Vinesbut Hector had no wish to go the straightest road.

Hector looked over the scene of his first meeting with the shepherdesses, and sighedperhaps without knowing exactly wherefore.

Hector rushed to her, raised her gently up, and begging her to lean her head upon his shoulder, assisted her up the bank.

," said Hector, "I will overtake you in a momentI will tell you all, and then I don't think you'll laugh at us."

"I must run after her," said Hector, "or she will tell every thing to my father.

Daphnè loved Hector with all her heart, and with all her soul.

Hector was exactly the sort of youth she had fancied, and the interest became greater from their enacting the parts of shepherdess and shepherd.

Hector rejoined his cousin, but during their walk home, neither of them ventured to allude to the incident in the meadow.

Hector augured well from the silence of Clotildehe hoped she would not speak of his secret at the chateau.

"Has my son-but where is Hector?" "He has gone on the pilgrimage again.

He went straight on to the Cottage of the Vines, in hopes that Babet would know something of Hector's proceedings.

" "I have nothing to tell you," said Hector, in a determined tone.

"Father," said Hector, bending over her, "you perceive that this is no place for you."

But Hector made no reply.

"I have thought, sir," replied Hector, raising the head of the still senseless Daphnè.

"If I go with you, sir," said Hector, "it will be to show my respect to you as my father, but I must tell you that I love Mademoiselle Deshoulieres, and no one else.

Are you coming, sir?" Daphnè motioned him to go, and Hector followed his father in silence.

M. de Langevy bowed to her as he went out of the room; and wishing Babet a good appetite as he passed the kitchen door, commenced a sermon for the edification of poor Hector, which lasted all the way.

The only attention Hector paid to it was to turn round at every pause, and take a look at the little casement window.

If you see Hector again, tell him I loved him; but that he must forget me, as I forget the world, and myself."

She lifted it, and took it with her as the only memorial of Hector.

In the Chateau de Langevy, Hector continued firm in the presence of his father, and even of his cousin.

Clotilde herself was touched, and pled in Hector's behalf.

"Be sure of this, uncle," replied Clotilde, in a more serious voice, "Hector will never love me, and besides," she added, relapsing into gaiety once more, "I don't like to succeed to another; I agree with Mademoiselle de Scuderi, that, in love, those queens are the happiest who create kingdoms for themselves in undiscovered lands."

Hector took his father on the weak side.

On the next day's dawn, Hector was at the Cottage of the Vines.

Hector ran to the Chateau d'Urtis.

cried Hector, nearly fainting.

Hector took the letter which the Duchess held to him, and grew deadly pale as he read these lines: "Farewell, then! '

Hector kissed the letter, and turned to the Duchess.

R114089, 26Jun53, Louise Eugénie Bonniot (née Louise Eugénie Saquet) (E) MALOT, HECTOR.

SEE Malot, Hector.

SEE Malot, Hector.


Words versus actions; Odysseus, libertine and ruffian; Penelope as a model wife; Conjugal tenderness of Hector; Barbarous treatment of women; Love in Sappho's poems; Anacreon and others; Woman and love in AEschylus;

In 2008, Garside released an album with Hector Zazou called Corps Electriques.

Jean-Pierre Kalfon, known professionally as Hector (20 October 1946 19 February 2020) was a French singer.