He assures us that it is certainly untrue that the stars may be seen in daylight from a deep well, from mines, or high mountains, although this has been repeatedly affirmed since Aristotle.
— from Criminal Psychology: A Manual for Judges, Practitioners, and Students by Hans Gross

The Samnites, whilst they march their forces now in this direction, now in that, having lost the opportunity of effecting either object, can neither pursue the consul, unless through the same defile in which they had him a little before exposed to their weapons, nor march up the rising ground over themselves, which had been seized on by Decius.
— from The History of Rome, Books 01 to 08 by Livy

The people who were making their escape came up to this stranger, and said imploringly, “We are all doomed to die.
— from Korean Folk Tales: Imps, Ghosts and Faries by Yuk Yi

In the passion of love, for instance, a cause unknown to the sufferer, but which is doubtless the spring-flood of hereditary instincts accidentally let loose, suddenly checks the young man's gayety, dispels his random curiosity, arrests perhaps his very breath; and when he looks for a cause to explain his suspended faculties, he can find it only in the presence or image of another being, of whose character, possibly, he knows nothing and whose beauty may not be remarkable; yet that image pursues him everywhere, and he is dominated by an unaccustomed tragic earnestness and a new capacity for suffering and joy.
— from The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress by George Santayana

‘Won’t you be cold, Nikita?’ said the mistress as he came up to the sledge.
— from Master and Man by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

Collecting I traverse the garden the world, but soon I pass the gates, Now along the pond-side, now wading in a little, fearing not the wet, Now by the post-and-rail fences where the old stones thrown there, pick'd from the fields, have accumulated, (Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through the stones and partly cover them, beyond these I pass,) Far, far in the forest, or sauntering later in summer, before I think where I go, Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence, Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me, Some walk by my side and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck, They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive, thicker they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle, Collecting, dispensing, singing, there I wander with them, Plucking something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me, Here, lilac, with a branch of pine, Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull'd off a live-oak in Florida as it hung trailing down, Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage, And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pondside, (O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me, and returns again never to separate from me,
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

"Whoever lives there," thought Alice, "it'll never do to come upon them this size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!"
— from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Illustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin Dobson by Lewis Carroll

By this time high noontide had come, yet they had met no guest such as was worth their while to take back to Sherwood; so, coming at last to a certain spot where a shrine stood at the crossing of two roads, Robin called upon them to stop, for here on either side was shelter of high hedgerows, behind which was good hiding, whence they could watch the roads at their ease, while they ate their midday meal.
— from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle

what food Will he convey up thither to sustain Himself and his rash Armie, where thin Aire Above the Clouds will pine his entrails gross, And famish him of Breath, if not of Bread? To whom thus Michael.
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

Never let the point of the whip drop at the beginning of the S , and never hit at the thong, but on the contrary make it come up to the stick.
— from Hints on Driving by C. Morley (Charles Lewis William Morley) Knight

"Come up to the scratch.
— from The Young Vigilantes: A Story of California Life in the Fifties by Samuel Adams Drake

So he fashioned two scarabs, and cut upon them the story of the circumnavigation of Africa.
— from Forged Egyptian Antiquities by T. G. Wakeling

In October, 1310, at a council held at Paris, a large number of Templars were examined, several acquitted, some subjected to special penances, and fifty-four condemned as heretics to the stake, and burned the same day in a field close to the abbey of St. Anthony; and nine others met the same fate at the hands of a council held at Senlis the same year: “They confessed under their tortures,” says Bossuet, “but they denied at their execution.”
— from A Popular History of France from the Earliest Times, Volume 2 by François Guizot

The motion picture manager came up to them smiling and pleased.
— from Dave Dashaway the Young Aviator; Or, In the Clouds for Fame and Fortune by Roy Rockwood

A wreath of smoke rose from its chimney between the trees, gracefully curling upward to the sky.
— from A Summer in the Wilderness embracing a canoe voyage up the Mississippi and around Lake Superior by Charles Lanman

Hitherto he had trusted to Ursula's good words and commended us to the same confidence; now, however, he remembered on a sudden how ill-disposed she had ever been to my lost brother, and whereas it was the season of the year when the trading fleet should set sail from Venice for Alexandria in the land of Egypt, he sent forth a messenger to Kunz, charging him to take ship himself and go thither to seek his brother.
— from Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg — Volume 06 by Georg Ebers

With his helmet raised, and his Norwegian mantle flowing over his mail, Earl Tostig rode forth at that voice, and came up to the speaker.
— from Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 11 by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

But no answer came to her; only the thud of countless other horses, as the field came up to the scene of the disaster.
— from The Man in Ratcatcher, and Other Stories by H. C. (Herman Cyril) McNeile