So also fertilis , inops , līberālis , nūdus , prōfūsus .
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

Li ruscelletti che d'i verdi colli del Casentin discendon giuso in Arno, faccendo i lor canali freddi e molli, sempre mi stanno innanzi, e non indarno, che' l'imagine lor vie piu` m'asciuga che 'l male ond'io nel volto mi discarno.
— from Divina Commedia di Dante: Inferno by Dante Alighieri

at the beginning, in the beginning, &c. n.; first, in the first place, imprimis[Lat], first and foremost; in limine[Lat]; in the bud, in embryo, in its infancy; from the beginning, from its birth; ab initio[Lat], ab ovo[Lat], ab incunabilis[Lat], ab origine[Lat].
— from Roget's Thesaurus by Peter Mark Roget

412-423 FABLE V. Tereus , king of Thrace, having married Progne, the daughter of Pandion, king of Athens, falls in love with her sister Philomela, whom he ravishes, and then, having cut out her tongue, he shuts her up in a strong place in a forest, to prevent a discovery.
— from The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books I-VII by Ovid

When they reached Crete, according to most historians and poets, Ariadne fell in love with him, and from her he received the clue of string, and was taught how to thread the mazes of the Labyrinth.
— from Plutarch's Lives, Volume 1 (of 4) by Plutarch

This is not the consequence of a democratic revolution, but its certain harbinger; for an aristocracy which has lost the affections of the people, once and forever, is like a tree dead at the root, which is the more easily torn up by the winds the higher its branches have spread.
— from Democracy in America — Volume 2 by Alexis de Tocqueville

The sun shone, and the soft air fluttered its leaves, and the little peasant children passed by, prattling merrily, but the fir-tree heeded them not.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

I am more glad that both are beaten than that either is victorious ; for I do not, like our newspapers, and such admirers, fall in love with heroes and heroines who make war without a glimpse of provocation.
— from The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford — Volume 4 by Horace Walpole

Those who had guns buckled on their cartridge-boxes, and formed in line, ready for orders.
— from Si Klegg, Book 2 Thru the Stone River Campaign and in Winter Quarters at Murfreesboro by John McElroy

You will make them so charming that I shall not regret Paris, and I shall be so changed that you will forget your troublesome son, and fall in love with a new, a whitewashed, Léon, at whom, if only the past is merciful, no one will dare fling a stone.”
— from An Interloper by Frances Mary Peard

Before I was twenty-one I met my dear Rosa and fell in love with her.
— from The Grey Lady by Henry Seton Merriman

Not that there were any gardens a furlong in length around Dornblatt, for not even the strongest [17] oxen could pull a plow through solid rock.
— from Rescue Dog of the High Pass by Jim Kjelgaard

Its body is much flattened, adapted for its life under the feathers, where it gorges itself with the blood of its host.
— from Our Common Insects A Popular Account of the Insects of Our Fields, Forests, Gardens and Houses by A. S. (Alpheus Spring) Packard

The impulse to love is the search after the incarnation of the inward ideal, and falling in love is the instinctive conviction that the ideal has been found.
— from Love: A Treatise on the Science of Sex-attraction for the use of Physicians and Students of Medical Jurisprudence by Bernard Simon Talmey

It flies with a rather weak undulating motion, and from its large size, its tailed wings and brilliant colour, is one of the most tropical-looking insects the naturalist can gaze upon.
— from The Malay Archipelago, Volume 1 The Land of the Orang-utan and the Bird of Paradise; A Narrative of Travel, with Studies of Man and Nature by Alfred Russel Wallace

My disposition, Tom, is tindher—tindher to imbecility—I never see a petticoat but it flutters my heart—the short and the long of it is, I'm always falling in love—and sometimes the passion is not retaliated by the object, and more times it is—but, in both cases, I'm aiqually the victim—for my intintions is always honourable, and of course nothin' comes of it.
— from The Cock and Anchor by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu