He skipped the class on good nom de plumes.
My brother Ralph and I. Knocked the whoop-de-do out of me, it did.
I admire your joie de vivre and am always fascinated by your perspective on life.
He emerged from the shadow world in a luxurious penthouse suite in Paris overlooking the Arc de Triomphe.
She'd never left the country and couldn't help but stare in wonder at the romantically lit Arc de Triomphe.
They were in a burnt-out room…with the Arc de Triomphe a short distance away.
"Giovanni de Medici, descendent of the Italian de Medici," his secretary answered from behind them.
"Wait one, Brady," Larry responded then bellowed at the crowd of aides-de-camp Brady knew regularly surrounded him.
Maybe Corbin is just another name—a nom de plume—another alias for Byrne, just in case.
One thing was for certain; this group would have one whoop-de-do of a party when the week was over.
If this had been the Tour de France, he'd still be on the road.
In 1792 he was prosecuted for publishing an edition of the Lettres de Mirabeau et Sophie, but was acquitted.
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Golfe de Gascogne; Sp. Golfo de Vizcaya), an inlet of the Atlantic Ocean; bounded on the E.
Among the works of benevolence with which his name is associated are the establishment of a hospital for galley slaves at Marseilles.
In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis de Lafayette. [Footnote: Mar'quis de La fa yette'.] When he was a little boy his mother called him Gilbert.
Gilbert de Lafayette's father and grandfather and great-grandfather had all been brave and noble men.
In England there was then living a man whose name was Daniel Defoe. [Footnote: De foe'.] He was a writer of books.
Biomedical gerontologist Aubrey de Grey maintains that aging is caused by seven underlying factors, each of which can, in theory, be countered.
After touring the United States for more than nine months in the 1830s, Alexis de Tocqueville returned to his native France and penned the two-volume Democracy in America.
That notwithstanding, de Tocqueville's "voluntary associations" are still alive and well in the United States.
It is a shame that de Tocqueville's voluntary associations aren't more prominent around the world today—but in the future, they may be.
In the French course I read some of the works of Corneille, Moliere, Racine, Alfred de Musset and Sainte-Beuve, and in the German those of Goethe and Schiller.
The La France and the Lamarque are the most fragrant; but the Marechal Neil, Solfaterre, Jacqueminot, Nipheots, Etoile de Lyon, Papa Gontier, Gabrielle Drevet and the Perle des Jardines are all lovely roses.
Indeed, at one time it was believed that the best way for them to communicate was through systematized gestures, the sign language invented by the Abbe de l'Epee.
The deaf child who has only the sign language of De l'Epee is an intellectual Philip Nolan, an alien from all races, and his thoughts are not the thoughts of an Englishman, or a Frenchman, or a Spaniard.
Madame de Genlis! shouted laughing voices through the door.
The Military Governor of Moscow, who had been assiduous in sending aides-de-camp to inquire after the count's health, came himself that evening to bid a last farewell to the celebrated grandee of Catherine's court, Count Bezukhov.
"Dere has neffer been a gase," a German doctor was saying to an aide-de- camp, "dat one liffs after de sird stroke."
"And what a well-preserved man he was!" remarked the aide-de-camp.