This fire he beheld from a tower in the house of Mecaenas, and “being greatly delighted,” as he said, “with the beautiful effects of the conflagration,” he sung a poem on the ruin of Troy, in the tragic dress he used on the stage.
— from The Lives of the Twelve Caesars, Complete by Suetonius

The ruling class, the "chivalry," the best element of the city had been slapped in the face.
— from The Gray Dawn by Stewart Edward White

Ten tons of the ore to be treated rested on a platform built at the top of the vat; it was all neatly arranged in bags, each of ten claims having provided a ton, while an extra half-dozen tons taken from the Golden Promise lay conveniently near at hand.
— from The Lost Explorers: A Story of the Trackless Desert by Alexander MacDonald

It is therefore an interesting and useful study to consider in their detail and most minute circumstances the acts (so extremely opposed) of these two women, for one of them, according to the beautiful expression of the Church, has restored to us by her divine Son what the other had deprived us of by her disobedience.
— from Serious Hours of a Young Lady by Charles Sainte-Foi

Poor fellow, he was exhausted-looking and weary, and I could not help thinking, as I looked on him, that he was no bad emblem of the cause he had embarked in!
— from Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. II, No. X., March 1851 by Various

She was propelled by means of a screw propeller worked by eight of the crew, her greatest speed being four knots an hour in smooth water.
— from Torpedoes and Torpedo Warfare Containing a Complete and Concise Account of the Rise and Progress of Submarine Warfare by Charles William Sleeman

Both ends of the canoe had boards fitted in as a sort of a deck, which was covered with mats.
— from My First Mission by George Q. (George Quayle) Cannon

The ruins which have been excavated on the Capitoline Hill and the basement of the Temple of Vesta in the Forum date from the regal epoch.
— from Old Rome: A Handbook to the Ruins of the City and the Campagna by Robert Burn

There has been enough of that curse here. . . .
— from The Money Master, Volume 3. by Gilbert Parker

The dog looked closely down on the paper for an instant, licked his lips, looked round at an imaginary audience, and then throwing back his head, and fixing his black eyes on the ceiling, he uttered a howl so shrill and piercing that I stopped my ears; he then ceased for an instant, looked at his music attentively, then at his audience, and again uttered that ear-piercing howl.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 01, April to September, 1865 A Monthly Eclectic Magazine by Various