This water was called (as I have said) Walbrooke, not Galus brook of a Roman captain slain by Asclepiodatus, and thrown therein, as some have fabled, but of running through, and from the wall of this city; the course whereof, to prosecute it particularly, was and is from the said wall to St. Margaret’s church in Lothberrie; from thence beneath the lower part of the Grocers’ hall, about the east part of their kitchen, under St. Mildred’s church, somewhat west from the said Stockes’ market; from thence through Buckles berry, by one great house built of stone and timber called the Old Barge, because barges out of the river of Thames were rowed up so far into this brook, on the backside of the houses in Walbrooke street (which street taketh the name of the said brook) by the west end of St. John’s church upon Walbrooke, under Horseshew bridge, by the west side of Tallowchandler’s hall, and of the Skinner’s hall, and so behind the other houses to Elbow lane, and by a part thereof down Greenewitch lane, into the river of Thames.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

"What else could I look for, being what I am, and leading such a life as mine?
— from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

How oft, in youth's bright hour, When youthful pleasures banish every care, I longed for riches but to gain a power, The sword and plume and uniform to wear!
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

" "Yes, she is here; here in this sacred hour," replied the angel, pointing to a corner of the room; and there,—where in her life-time, the mother had taken her seat amidst flowers and pictures: in that spot, where she, like the blessed fairy of the house, had welcomed husband, children, and friends, and, like a sunbeam, had spread joy and cheerfulness around her, the centre and heart of them all,—there, in that very spot, sat a strange woman, clothed in long, flowing garments, and occupying the place of the dead wife and mother.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

What What It Is To Be Free Feare And Liberty Consistent Liberty And Necessity Consistent Artificiall Bonds, Or Covenants Liberty Of Subjects Consisteth In Liberty From Covenants Liberty Of The Subject Consistent With Unlimited Power Of The Soveraign The Liberty Which Writers Praise, Is The Liberty Of Soveraigns; Liberty Of The Subject How To Be Measured Subjects Have Liberty To Defend Their Own Bodies, Are Not Bound To Hurt Themselves; Nor To Warfare, Unless They Voluntarily Undertake It The Greatest Liberty Of Subjects,
— from Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes

"Painter and son of nature," wrote Voltaire, at that time the arbitrator and the dispenser of fame in cultured Europe, to Carlo Goldoni, then a rising dramatist, "I would entitle your comedies, 'Italy liberated from the Goths.'"
— from The Comedies of Carlo Goldoni edited with an introduction by Helen Zimmern by Carlo Goldoni

The empyreal mount, To drain the soul-drops at their stellar fount;[2] And still As the resplendent rill Gushed forth into the cup with mantling heat, Her watchful care Was still to cool its liquid fire With snow-white sprinklings of that feathery air The children of the Pole respire, In those enchanted lands.[3] Where life is all a spring, and north winds never blow.
— from The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore Collected by Himself with Explanatory Notes by Thomas Moore

As she knelt and watched him, her thoughts circled continually in little flights; to the walled garden of the Dower House in sunshine, and Anthony running across it in his brown suit, with the wallflowers behind him against the old red bricks and ivy, and the tall chestnut rising behind; to the wind-swept hills, with the thistles and the golden-rod, and the hazel thickets, and Anthony on his pony, sunburnt and voluble, hawk on wrist, with a light in his eyes; to the warm panelled hall in winter, with the tapers on the round table, and Anthony flat on his face, with his feet in the air before the hearth, that glowed and roared up the wide chimney behind, and his chin on his hands, and a book open before him; or, farther back even still, to Anthony's little room at the top of the house, his clothes on a chair, and the boy himself sitting up in bed with his arms round his knees as she came in to wish him good-night and talk to him a minute or two.
— from By What Authority? by Robert Hugh Benson

The priest was very communicative, and we tried to converse in Latin, for my German was not good enough for him nor his French for me.
— from A Thousand Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe on Rivers and Lakes of Europe by John MacGregor

Most of them contain wood-cuts, some of which, in books printed by him about the beginning of the sixteenth century, are designed with considerable taste and well engraved; while others, those for instance in “La Fleur des Battailes,” 4to, 1505, are not superior to those in Caxton’s Chess: it is, however, not unlikely that the cuts in “La Fleur des Battailes” of this date had been used for an earlier edition.
— from A Treatise on Wood Engraving, Historical and Practical by Henry G. (Henry George) Bohn

Of course I look forward to repaying you in the future, so far as money can repay such kindness; but that won't [Pg 97] help just now, and I wish I could find some work to do right away, so that I could earn enough to pay part of the living expenses of Mother and Annie and myself."
— from With Sully into the Sioux Land by Joseph Mills Hanson

"'No, Captain' interposed Lee Fu
— from Under Sail by Lincoln Colcord

Of course it looks fiercer'n it really is.
— from Nights in London by Thomas Burke

Their talk, like that of many dozens of fine couples invading London from their country places, was of where to dine, what theatre they should go to, whom they had seen, what they should buy.
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy

To-day, for the first time, I could appreciate the thought he had expressed to me, that happiness consists in living for others, and to-day I felt in perfect unison with him.
— from Katia by Tolstoy, Leo, graf