But that heroine briefly suggesting 'Bedtime' instead, the bottles were put away, and the family retired; she cherubically escorted, like some severe saint in a painting, or merely human matron allegorically treated.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

la technique de l'hyperlien, l'architecture par liens, le système des correspondances dans un réseau où sinon les parfums du moins "les couleurs et les sons se répondent"… Depuis 1999, il anime des soirées publiques sur le thème de l'hypertexte à La Maroquinerie (Paris).
— from Entretiens / Interviews / Entrevistas by Marie Lebert

La Historia General de Chile es la síntesis suprema de nuestros grandes progresos en la literatura histórica ad narrandum .
— from Heath's Modern Language Series: The Spanish American Reader by Ernesto Nelson

[30-1] el fuego sagrado 15 del genio, no es para que esa alma se consuma en la soledad, sino para que cumpla su misión sublime de iluminar el alma de los demás hombres.
— from Novelas Cortas by Pedro Antonio de Alarcón

" "Twenty-five cooks?" echoed Lady Shuttleworth, staring in spite of her sorrows.
— from The Princess Priscilla's Fortnight by Elizabeth Von Arnim

Two lovely sisters, who had grown up by his side, their charms expanding like summer's sweetest flowers, had, all at once, drooped, faded, withered, and died.
— from Who Are Happiest? and Other Stories by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur

But unless one toils and moils like a beast of burden, one cannot even live simply, some will say!
— from Ardath: The Story of a Dead Self by Marie Corelli

And thus it may happen that our second "I" actually mystifies at times our first and principal "I." Once a number of letters appeared to her in the crystal, each letter seen separately, of a bright red color.
— from The Monist, Vol. 1, 1890-1891 by Various

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité, Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté, Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent."
— from Oscar Wilde by Leonard Cresswell Ingleby

Both are bad art; they are cheap expedients, like strong sauces to cover bad cooking.
— from His Majesty Baby and Some Common People by Ian Maclaren