Ibn Batuta, with less accurate geography in his head than Abulfeda, maugre his travels, asks about the Rampart of Gog and Magog ( Sadd Yájúj wa Majúj ) when he is at Sin Kalán, i.e. Canton, and, as might be expected, gets little satisfaction.
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 1 by Rustichello of Pisa

God Konge er bedre end gammel Lov —A good king is better than an old law.
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.

It was not actually raining, but each gas lamp had a rusty little halo of mist.
— from The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale by Joseph Conrad

With many compliments to them, and much self-gratulation on the prospect of a connection between the houses, he unfolded the matter—to an audience not merely wondering, but incredulous; for Mrs. Bennet, with more perseverance than politeness, protested he must be entirely mistaken; and Lydia, always unguarded and often uncivil, boisterously exclaimed: “Good Lord!
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Artillery brigade, eighteen guns, Lieutenant-Colonel W. H. Ross, First Michigan Artillery.
— from Memoirs of General William T. Sherman — Complete by William T. (William Tecumseh) Sherman

Another translation of the five books was published by Edward Grimestone, London, 1634, of which a second and third edition appeared in 1648 and 1673.
— from The Histories of Polybius, Vol. 1 (of 2) by Polybius

With many compliments to them, and much self-gratulation on the prospect of a connection between the houses, he unfolded the matter,—to an audience not merely wondering, but incredulous; for Mrs. Bennet, with more perseverance than politeness, protested he must be entirely mistaken, and Lydia, always unguarded and often uncivil, boisterously exclaimed, "Good Lord!
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

One of the most amusing sights we have ever seen at cricket was one of these batsmen having ball after ball of this sort bowled to him; it was not till after he had nearly lost his wicket a dozen times, only keeping it by exceptional good luck, and had afforded the greatest merriment to players and spectators alike, that he burst out from sheer desperation into wild and furious hitting—a line of conduct which had the immediate effect of compelling the bowler to desist from his lofty attacks.
— from Cricket by A. G. (Allan Gibson) Steel

His black eyes gleamed like those of a rattlesnake, and his whole attitude and manner showed that he was seeking to goad the lad to attack him.
— from Camp-fire and Wigwam by Edward Sylvester Ellis

BRITISH ENTER GERMAN LINES.
— from America's War for Humanity by Thomas Herbert Russell

A hideous head, thrust out toward me through the foliage, bright eyes gleaming like jewels, a wrinkled, pouchy throat,—the unmistakable reptilian characteristics,—caused a shiver of horror to pass through me for a moment.
— from The Spanish Galleon Being an account of a search for sunken treasure in the Caribbean Sea. by Charles Sumner Seeley

The besiegers entered, Garibaldi led his Three Thousand in their great retreat, Mazzini stayed on in Rome uttering such protest as he could, unharmed by the French troops who dared not touch him, through knowledge of the people’s love for him.
— from Builders of United Italy by Rupert Sargent Holland

There was Holland swinging on the gate, waiting for her to come home from school, and trying to tell her by excited gestures, long before she was within speaking distance, that some one was in the parlor.
— from The Gate of the Giant Scissors by Annie F. (Annie Fellows) Johnston

Times and times I have caught sight of her bright eyes glittering like twin stars on the summit of the ivy-covered scarp where the magpies built.
— from Master Reynard: The History of a Fox by Jane Fielding

And while I'm trying to find my feet the officer I'd borrowed the electric fan from rushes out from his room and was going to put me in the brig for the noise I'd made. There happened to be enough glass left for another set of condenser-plates, and while they were cutting it to shape Furlong calls for another electric fan.
— from Running Free by James B. (James Brendan) Connolly