Whome when his Lady ſaw, to him ſhe ran / With haſty ioy : to ſee him made her glad, / And ſad to view his viſage pale andwan, / Whoearſt in flowres of freſhest youth was clad.
1838 October,Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Beleaguered City”, inVoices of the Night, Cambridge, Mass.:[…] John Owen, published1839,→OCLC, stanzas 1–2,page22:
I have read in some old marvellous tale, / Some legend strange and vague, / That a midnight host of spectres pale / Beleaguered the walls of Prague. // Beside the Moldau’s rushing stream, / With thewan moon overhead, / There stood, as in an awful dream, / The army of the dead.
Blanche smiled languidly out upon the young men, thinking whether she looked verywan and green under her rose-coloured hood, and whether it was the mirrors at Gaunt House, or the fatigue and fever of her own eyes, which made her fancy herself so pale.
BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, / Behind the Gates of Hercules; / Before him not the ghost of shores, / Before him only shoreless seas. // The good mate said: “Now must we pray, / For lo! the very stars are gone. / Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?” / “Why, say, ‘Sail on! sail on! and on!’” “My men grow mutinous day by day; / My men grow ghastlywan and weak.” / The stout mate thought of home; a spray / Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. // “What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, / If we sight naught but seas at dawn?” / “Why, you shall say at break of day, / ‘Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!’” They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, / Until at last the blanched mate said: / “Why, now not even God would know / Should I and all my men fall dead. // These very winds forget their way, / For God from these dread seas is gone. / Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say”— / He said: “Sail on! sail on! and on!” They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: / “This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. / He curls his lip, he lies in wait, / With lifted teeth, as if to bite! // Brave Admiral, say but one good word: / What shall we do when hope is gone?” / The words leapt like a leaping sword: / “Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!” Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, / And peered through darkness. Ah, that night / Of all dark nights! And then a speck— / A light! A light! A light! A light! // It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! / It grew to be Time’s burst of dawn. / He gained a world; he gave that world / Its grandest lesson: “On! sail on!”
She lookedwan and worried, and then finally she was not in court one day, and later [...] he learned that she was confined to her room with a bad cold.
Big fairwan lovely pale-freckled Kathleen with that buoyant bust gave kindly smiles but mostly she was silent.
2020,Aimee Nezhukumatathil,World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments, Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions,→ISBN, page45:
Instead, you wiped off the red lipstick with wadded-up toilet paper and forced a smile, leaving the locker room with a pale, cotton candy-colored lipstick that made you lookwan and parched instead.
’Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed the Prince of Gloom / For the savage strength and the sullen length of life to work his doom. / Nor sign nor word had I seen or heard, and it happed so long ago; / My youth was gone and my memorywan, and I willed it even so.
My position in the midst of the general indifference was hard to bear ; my silence weighed upon me like remorse. The sight of Lieutenant Castagnac filled me with indignation, — a sort of insurmountable repulsion: thewan look, the ironical smile of the man, froze my blood.
2013, Carter Dreyfuss, chapter 1, inThe Prince of Temple Square: A Murder Mystery, Tucson, Ariz.: Wheatmark,→ISBN,pages8–9:
Checking out her brother’s khakis, the gun propped in the corner, Olivia’s hiking boots and herwan expression, she wants to laugh. “Been hunting, I see.” Olivia’s face falls, as expected. Her brother’s obsession with guns and gross little expeditions appall her.
2014, Chris Angus, chapter12, inFlypaper: A Novel, New York, N.Y.: Yucca Publishing,Skyhorse Publishing,→ISBN:
“I have to admit, I’ve been tempted a time or two to chuck everything to go live in a place like this [Bogda Peak, China],” he replied. / “What stopped you?” / He gave her awan look. “Celibacy.”
And while we stood beside the fount, and watch’d / Or seem’d to watch the dancing bubble, approach'd / Melissa, tinged withwan from lack of sleep, / Or sorrow, and glowing round her dewy eyes / The circled Iris of a night of tears ; [...]
Then I’d tell myself there were plenty of oulwans and oul fellas in work who never got it and that I’d be lucky like them and escape. Only I didn’t. I don’t want to die.
2005,David McWilliams,The Pope’s Children: Ireland’s New Elite, Dublin:Gill & Macmillan,→ISBN; republished asThe Pope’s Children: The Irish Economic Triumph and the Rise of Ireland’s New Elite, Chichester, West Sussex:John Wiley & Sons,2008,→ISBN, page 4:
Growing up in Dún Laoghaire in the 1980s, I remember all the hard men were sinewy, scrawny lads, hence the local description ‘more meat on a seagull’. The reason was simple: they were undernourished. [...] The youngwans, despite a couple of babies, were more or less the same, pinched, flat-chested and drawn.
He comes streaming out from under the stage, this time a feckin show-stopper, almost literally, because there’s eighty different acrobats above him, [...] for this mad New Year’s show that has no story at all, other than thiswan in silky robes who goes out with this fella in silky robes, and they’re from different enemy tribes of lads andwans in silky robes, and when they find out, they have this huge, aerial, acrobatic donnybrook that ends when everyone wraps their silk around each other up in the air, and then lets it all fall down to the ground, where the audience are, to show them how we're all part of one big silky family, and not to be fighting in the future.
Transcriptions of Mandarin into the Latin script often do not distinguish between the criticaltonal differences employed in the Mandarin language, using words such as this one without indication of tone.
E tok say, "I still dey feel pipo wella, like romantically, I still fit say dis girl fine, but e no go reach my brain to di point say Iwan nack dis babe."
He said, "I still have strong feelings for people, like romantically. I can still say that this girl is beautiful, but it won't get to my head to the point where Iwant to have sex with her."
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