Many she sees where cares have carved some,
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Now there was upon the shore, as still there is now, a temple of Heracles, in which if any man's slave take refuge and have the sacred marks set upon him, giving himself over to the god, it is not lawful to lay hands upon him; but this custom has continued still unchanged from the beginning down to my own time.
— from An Account of Egypt by Herodotus

These vampire-like proclivities of hers may, however, be successfully combated if the right means are adopted, for if you are able to catch her, cut short her nails and luxuriant tresses, and stuff them into the hole in her neck, she will become tame and indistinguishable from an ordinary woman, remaining so for years.
— from Malay Magic Being an introduction to the folklore and popular religion of the Malay Peninsula by Walter William Skeat

Letting down five mouldering bars—so moistly green, they seemed fished up from some sunken wreck—a wigged old Aries, long-visaged, and with crumpled horn, came snuffing up; and then, retreating, decorously led on along a milky-way of white-weed, past dim-clustering Pleiades and Hyades, of small forget-me-nots; and would have led me further still his astral path, but for golden flights of yellow-birds—pilots, surely, to the golden window, to one side flying before me, from bush to bush, towards deep woods—which woods themselves were luring—and, somehow, lured, too, by their fence, banning a dark road, which, however dark, led up.
— from The Piazza Tales by Herman Melville

If any bagman of that day could have caught sight of the little neck-or-nothing sort of gig, with a clay-coloured body and red wheels, and the vixenish, ill tempered, fast-going bay mare, that looked like a cross between a butcher’s horse and a twopenny post-office pony, he would have known at once, that this traveller could have been no other than Tom Smart, of the great house of Bilson and Slum, Cateaton Street, City.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

Again she shrewdly caught his cunning speech, and passed on, dissembling wholly.
— from The Danish History, Books I-IX by Grammaticus Saxo

" And for that we had need of thee to repeat certain orisons and that the maid could not find thee, he caused his comrade say them in the highest room of our house, whilst he and I came hither and locked ourselves in, so none should hinder us, for that none other than the child's mother might be present at such an office.
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

Back of the crimson geraniums and the canary's cage he could see Melissa sitting at a low table.
— from Cape Cod and All the Pilgrim Land, June 1922, Volume 6, Number 4 A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Interests of Southeastern Massachusetts by Various

But the stranger did not carry his complacency so far as this.
— from It was a Lover and His Lass by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

What can have caused such a supposition in your mind?"
— from The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 3 of 3) by Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady

And the more completely he can suppress his own silly views, his own foolish prejudices, his own absurd ideas of what Art should be, or should not be, the more likely he is to understand and appreciate the work of art in question.
— from Miscellaneous Aphorisms; The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde

Good-night, old man of clay," he called suddenly, and with a light step was down upon the garden path.
— from The Dragon Painter by Mary McNeil Fenollosa

Only occasional raids were made in force upon the fertile plains of Thessaly and Macedonia to capture horses, cattle, sheep, and to gather in grain to be stored in the fortified towns.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 23, April, 1876-September, 1876. A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science by Various

So, if a captain knows about these ocean currents, he can sail in that part of the ocean where the water is moving in the direction that he wants to go, and the ocean and the winds will both help the ship.
— from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by William John Hopkins

He answer'd not, but cried his cry, "St. George for Marny!"
— from A Selection from the Poems of William Morris by William Morris

“But if he mistrusted you, how could he confide such an order to you?”
— from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas