he'ld

If had, then maybe he'ld have a better perspective on why civil unions are not enough ... they only perpetuate separate and unequal!

Obama to host reception for LGBT community 2009

I was hoping he'ld be in Philly, but it doesn't look like it now.

Prize Fighting: Knuckle Down to Win BikeSnobNYC 2009

I wonder what he'ld say today if he knew that his beloved GOP's most loyal legions came from that same South.

Sound Politics: Local Muslim leader reluctantly expresses sympathy over terrorist attack at Jewish Federation 2006

Didn't Champaign say somewhere that he'ld been misinformed, that this earth won't be the Chris Kent one?

We Already Had Cannon Fodder Superheroes… | Comics Should Be Good! @ Comic Book Resources 2007

I heard tell this day, Nora Burke, that it was on the path below Patch Darcy would be passing up and passing down, and I heard them say he'ld never past it night or morning without speaking with yourself.

In the Shadow of the Glen 1903

There was never a lamb from his own ewes he wouldn't know before it was marked, and he'ld run from this to the city of Dublin and never catch for his breath.

In the Shadow of the Glen 1903

God spare Darcy, he'ld always look in here and he passing up or passing down, and it's very lonesome I was after him a long while (she looksover at the bed and lowers her voice, speaking very clearly,) and then I got happy again -- if it's ever happy we are, stranger, -- for I got used to being lonesome.

In the Shadow of the Glen 1903

I was afeard, stranger, for he put a black curse on me this morning if I'ld touch his body the time he'ld die sudden, or let any one touch it except his sister only, and it's ten miles away she lives in the big glen over the hill.

In the Shadow of the Glen 1903

Sometimes he'ld come back wid the wine and oftener he'ld come back widout it, but every time he'ld say: 'Mr. MacCarthy, sir, it's much obliged to you I am for all your kindness, but I'll have to be lavin' your service to-morrow. '

Fairies and Folk of Ireland William Henry Frost 1882

Well, after a while they thought that if they could kill his ox he couldn't plough his land, and then he'ld lose the use of it and he'ld have to give it up.

Fairies and Folk of Ireland William Henry Frost 1882