That curbs all self-applause-tears all disguise- When the subdued, the ruin'd can despise; And, in the arms of death, can yet be free, To say, "Let me be any thing but thee!"
"Vignettes in Verse"
Matilda Betham
At the corner they turned sharply, and marched up a side street, so narrow that the ranks had to break their lines to get within the curbs.
"The Honorable Peter Stirling and What People Thought of Him"
Paul Leicester Ford
A stiffening breeze blew in from the river, whipping up the odor of garbage from curbs.
"Star-Dust A Story of an American Girl"
Fannie Hurst