I cast a last look on these wonders of nature, on the riches of art heaped up in this museum, upon the unrivalled collection destined to perish at the bottom of the sea, with him who had formed it.
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne
" This said, each prince a double goblet crown'd, And cast a large libation on the ground; Then to their vessels, through the gloomy shades, The chiefs return; divine Ulysses leads.
— from The Iliad by Homer
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THOMAS, EARL OF PEMBROKE AND MONTGOMERY, BARON HERBERT OF CARDIFF LORD ROSS, OF KENDAL, PAR, FITZHUGH, MARMION, ST. QUINTIN, AND SHURLAND; LORD PRESIDENT OF HIS MAJESTY’S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL; AND LORD LIEUTENANT OF THE COUNTY OF WILTS, AND OF SOUTH WALES.
— from An Essay Concerning Humane Understanding, Volume 1 MDCXC, Based on the 2nd Edition, Books 1 and 2 by John Locke
The hero ceased: and Lakshmaṇ led Obedient to the words he said:
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki
The plan which he finally adopted was to span the river by bridges near the centre and lower limits of the city, and two others a mile below the latter, and just below the mouth of Deep Run, the Right Grand Division to cross by the upper and second bridges, the Left Grand Division by the lower bridges, and the Centre Grand Division to be in position near the others to reinforce their battle.
— from From Manassas to Appomattox: Memoirs of the Civil War in America by James Longstreet
"The fire cast a lurid light over the room, throwing shadows now here, now there, upon the objects around.
— from The Chariot of the Flesh by Hedley Peek
CHAPTER XVIII As Norgate entered the premises of Selingman, Horsfal and Company a little later on the same morning he looked around him in some surprise.
— from The Double Traitor by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
To keep up this unbounded hospitality he had a date grove and a few sheep, and cultivated a little land outside the walls of the town.
— from Discoveries Among the Ruins of Nineveh and Babylon by Austen Henry Layard
[Pg 76] the lever which set the whole crushing machinery in motion, are after George Eliot's best manner; and the whole comedy circling round sister Pullet's wonderful bonnet and the linen and the chaney—comedy at last linked on to tragedy—is of inimitable richness.
— from Women Novelists of Queen Victoria's Reign: A Book of Appreciations by Katharine S. (Katharine Sarah) Macquoid
When he had departed, Sebald Koerner, too, left the studio, after casting a last look on the bas-reliefs, the balcony, the mouldings, and the statues.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 05, April 1867 to September 1867 by Various
San Angel is pretty in its own way, with its fields of maguey, its scattered houses, that look like the beaux restes of better days, its market-place, parish church, church of El Carmen, with the monastery and high-walled gardens adjoining; with its narrow lanes, Indian huts, profusion of pink roses, little bridge and avenue, and scattered clusters of trees; its houses for temperamento ( constitution , as they call those where Mexican families come to reside in summer), with their grated windows, and gardens and orchards; and then the distant view of Mexico, with the cathedral towers, volcanoes, and lofty mountains, scattered churches and long lines of trees; and nearer, the pretty villages of Coyohuacan and Miscuaque; and everywhere the old church, the broken arch, the ancient cross, with its faded flower-garlands, to commemorate a murder, or erected as an act of piety—all is so characteristic of Mexico, that the landscape could belong to no other part of the known world.
— from Life in Mexico by Madame (Frances Erskine Inglis) Calderón de la Barca
O it was a right noble Lord, liberalitie itselfe, (if in this yron age there were anie such creature as liberality left on the earth) a prince in content because a Poet without peere.
— from The Vnfortunate Traveller, or The Life Of Jack Wilton With An Essay On The Life And Writings Of Thomas Nash By Edmund Gosse by Thomas Nash
he said in a cordial undertone; and soon there was a fine group of rural humanity under the blossoming locusts: the two men talking, and the boy, now that his turn had come at last, lying on the grass absorbed in the newspaper.
— from The Doctor's Christmas Eve by James Lane Allen
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