She had been fearfully wronged, and to her stricken heart came a brilliant offer of love, home, and social position.
— from Iola Leroy; Or, Shadows Uplifted by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

for as thou art, thou couldst collect a brood Of others like thee, and far hence fetch ill enough to us, Ev'n to thy father; all these friends make those foes mock them thus In thee, for whose ridiculous sake so seriously they lay All Greece, and fate, upon their necks.
— from The Iliads of Homer Translated according to the Greek by Homer

We were now obliged to take to our burrows, and watched, with immense wrath and disgust, the debarkation of the female pirates from the pretty cabins and berths of our La Luna.
— from Yr Ynys Unyg The Lonely Island by Julia de Winton

The very meanest Trade requires some Instruction: A Man does not commence even a Cobler, a Botcher of old Leather, without serving an Apprenticeship to it; and yet no Time has been served, no Instruction has been attended to, by these Pretenders to the most necessary, useful and elegant Profession.
— from Advice to the people in general, with regard to their health by S. A. D. (Samuel Auguste David) Tissot

Something is also due to the avarice of the pandours and Croats; a branch of our laurel-wreath belongs justly to Nadasti and Trenck.
— from Berlin and Sans-Souci; Or, Frederick the Great and His Friends by L. (Luise) Mühlbach

The trip was a welcome respite from the cares and burdens of official life, and he gave himself up, as far as he could, to its enjoyment.
— from The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln A Narrative And Descriptive Biography With Pen-Pictures And Personal Recollections By Those Who Knew Him by Francis F. (Francis Fisher) Browne

We were very proud of doing lessons in these circumstances, and boasted of our Latin, I remember, to the little St. Quentins, when we met them at the dancing-class.
— from Six to Sixteen: A Story for Girls by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing

Cold and bitter on our long-wrapped senses strike the harsh, blunt-edged realities of every-day existence.
— from Eventide A Series of Tales and Poems by Effie Afton

All day long Cayambe stood forth clear and blue over our left shoulders, and far off to the hazy southwest the horizon was walled by a vast range, the highest point of which was evidently Pichincha, at the foot of which lay the end of our present journey.
— from Vagabonding down the Andes Being the Narrative of a Journey, Chiefly Afoot, from Panama to Buenos Aires by Harry Alverson Franck