He was proscribed by the Areiopagus for speaking against the gods with ridicule and contempt, and is supposed to have died at Corinth.
— from Bacon's Essays, and Wisdom of the Ancients by Francis Bacon

And though the skies are crowded, And all the night ashine, I do not care about it, Since none of them are mine.
— from Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete by Emily Dickinson

" The interpretation of "long, narrow, winding corridors" as intestinal stimuli, seems sound and confirms Schirmer's assertion that the dream above all seeks to represent the stimulus-producing organ by means of objects resembling it.
— from A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud

Ignorant of his real situation, Arvandus showed himself in the Capitol in the white robe of a candidate, accepted indiscriminate salutations and offers of service, examined the shops of the merchants, the silks and gems, sometimes with the indifference of a spectator, and sometimes with the attention of a purchaser; and complained of the times, of the senate, of the prince, and of the delays of justice.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

I am of the opinion that the troops should be resting on their arms and appearing careless and indifferent, so the people may be emboldened, and then in case of any disturbance—out on them, action!”
— from The Reign of Greed by José Rizal

My—she—our party was anxious to walk, and certainly the church was just round the corner, and I shouldn’t have minded; but the Colonel made a great point of it.”
— from Howards End by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

Stalwart and portly; not a gray hair; broadbrimmed slouch hat; semi-sailor toggery of blue navy flannel—roomy and ample; a stately expanse of shirt-front and a liberal amount of black silk neck-cloth tied with a sailor knot; large chain and imposing seals impending from his fob; awe-inspiring feet, and “a hand like the hand of Providence,” as his whaling brethren expressed it; wrist-bands and sleeves pushed back half way to the elbow, out of respect for the warm weather, and exposing hairy arms, gaudy with red and blue anchors, ships, and goddesses of liberty tattooed in India ink.
— from Roughing It by Mark Twain

The first thing I did was to satisfy my curiosity by rambling all over the city, and I seemed to consider it as a confirmation of my liberty; I went to see the soldiers mount guard, and was delighted with their military accouterment; I followed processions, and was pleased with the solemn music of the priests; I next went to see the king’s palace, which I approached with awe, but seeing others enter, I followed their example, and no one prevented me; perhaps I owed this favor to the small parcel I carried under my arm; be that as it may, I conceived a high opinion of my consequence from this circumstance, and already thought myself an inhabitant there.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The latter, now a troublesome weed in the Middle United States, has been recommended for cultivation, and is sometimes called American jute.
— from The New Gresham Encyclopedia. A to Amide Vol. 1 Part 1 by Various

The porphyry, jasper, and marbles are still in their places; the splendid glass mosaics, which artists from Byzantium came to make, still sparkle like jewels on the walls; the daring architecture of the sanctuary, with its fantastic crossed arches, is still as imposing as ever; the courtyard is still leafy with the orange-trees that prolong the vistas of columns.
— from The Moors in Spain by Stanley Lane-Poole

Zeyla is not a city, as is said, but an island.
— from Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 3 (of 5) In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773 by James Bruce

Of course there were no passenger coaches,—just box and gravel cars, and I seated myself on the floor of one of the latter.
— from The Story of a Common Soldier of Army Life in the Civil War, 1861-1865 by Leander Stillwell

I cried, as I seized the lovely orator in my arms and hugged her to my breast, thereby, to adopt her own words, squeezing out of her the little breath which she had left.
— from The Opinions of a Philosopher by Robert Grant

Then Mrs. Fogg looked at the culprit as if she wished to assassinate him; but she merely ejaculated, "Monster!" and flew from the room; and Mr. Fogg, as he went down with the physicians, put on an injured look and said, "If that baby wants to holloa now, I'm going to let him holloa, if he holloas the top of his head off."
— from Elbow-Room: A Novel Without a Plot by Charles Heber Clark

Ever since man has thought, since he has been able to express and write down his thoughts, he has felt himself close to a mystery which is impenetrable to his coarse and imperfect senses, and he endeavors to supplement the feeble penetration of his organs by the efforts of his intellect.
— from A Selection from the Writings of Guy De Maupassant, Vol. I by Guy de Maupassant

I've had to do with them for more years than I like to count, and I speak from experience.
— from A Crime of the Under-seas by Guy Boothby

For when the office of the βασιλεὺς had either wholly disappeared, as in Athens, or had undergone essential changes, as in Sparta, so that βασιλεία no longer appears with the philosophical analysts as one of the regular kinds of government, but μοναρχία is substituted, still the name remained [58] , and bore for long long ages the traces of its pristine dignity, like many another venerable symbol, with which we are loath to part, even after we have ceased either to respect the thing it signifies, or perhaps even to understand its significance.
— from Studies on Homer and the Homeric Age, Vol. 3 of 3 I. Agorè: Polities of the Homeric Age. II. Ilios: Trojans and Greeks Compared. III. Thalassa: The Outer Geography. IV. Aoidos: Some Points of the Poetry of Homer. by W. E. (William Ewart) Gladstone

Yet ’tis curious, As I see you hold.
— from Songs of the Army of the Night by Francis William Lauderdale Adams

are always understood: I could approve, I said—but not I wou’d.
— from The Rolliad, in Two Parts Probationary Odes for the Laureatship & Political Eclogues by Joseph Richardson