The disinherited son of a small squire, equally disinclined to dig and to beg, was almost as helpless as an uprooted tree, which, by the favour of earth and sky, has grown to a handsome bulk on the spot where it first shot upward.
— from Silas Marner by George Eliot

at Rome you spent fifty thousand piastres in furnishing your apartments, but I presume that you are not disposed to spend a similar sum every day.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

It has been calculated that what with salvos, royal and military politenesses, courteous exchanges of uproar, signals of etiquette, formalities of roadsteads and citadels, sunrises and sunsets, saluted every day by all fortresses and all ships of war, openings and closings of ports, etc., the civilized world, discharged all over the earth, in the course of four and twenty hours, one hundred and fifty thousand useless shots.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

Then the glad Vánars' joy rang out In many a wild tumultuous shout, And the loud roar of drum and shell Startled each distant sentinel.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

If his aloof and solitary state ever distressed him, at least he gave no outward sign of it, but went his uncomplaining way, bearing himself with a homely, silent dignity, and enveloped in those invisible garments of superstition which local prejudice and local ignorance had conjured up.
— from From Place to Place by Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury) Cobb

Largou a mano, quedou Amor ferido: e catando a sa sestra endoa do grita, hay merce, a Brioranja que fogia.
— from History of Spanish and Portuguese Literature (Vol 2 of 2) by Friedrich Bouterwek

Mas no al embozado, que aun sangre su espada Destila, el fantasma terror infundió, Y el arma en la mano con fuerza empuñada, Osado a su encuentro despacio avanzó.
— from El Estudiante de Salamanca and Other Selections by José de Espronceda

You see, as I am neither dealing with Theology, nor History, nor Criticism, I can't take a fresh departure and say something entirely different from what I have just written.
— from Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley — Volume 2 by Thomas Henry Huxley

The water of crystallisation is held by the salt with more or less stability, and some salts even do not retain it at all; some part with water easily when exposed to the air, others when heated, and then with difficulty.
— from The Principles of Chemistry, Volume II by Dmitry Ivanovich Mendeleyev