XL Herminius smote down Aruns: Lartius laid Ocnus low: Right to the heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow.
— from Lays of Ancient Rome by Macaulay, Thomas Babington Macaulay, Baron

But a girl may drift into a very selfish pleasure-seeking life, and the tendency of the day is to regard this as a defendable and lawful line of life.
— from Stray Thoughts for Girls by Lucy Helen Muriel Soulsby

[12] Herminius smote down Aruns: Lartius laid Ocnus low: Right to the heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow.
— from Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 6 by Charles Herbert Sylvester

I looked down the wind—ruffled stream, and saw the great bay into which it emptied, and beyond the bay the heaving ocean, dark and light, league on league, league on league; then green England, and London, and the Tower.
— from By order of the company by Mary Johnston

It undertook to provide something better than the usual fashion plates, silly tales and sillier verses then generally thought suitable for women; and, to judge by the early numbers, the editor kept the promise of his introductory address and deserved a longer lease of life for his magazine than it obtained.
— from Mary Lamb by Anne (Anne Burrows) Gilchrist

I looked down the wind-ruffled stream, and saw the great bay into which it emptied, and beyond the bay the heaving ocean, dark and light, league on league, league on league; then green England, and London, and the Tower.
— from To Have and to Hold by Mary Johnston

Reached Yverdun in the dusk; a long line of large trees on the border of the lake; fine and Pg 268 sombre; the auberge nearly full—a German princess and suite; got rooms.
— from Life of Lord Byron, Vol. 3 With His Letters and Journals by Thomas Moore

[4] “My grandmother,” Lowell once said, “was a loyalist to her death, and whenever Independence Day came round, instead of joining in the general rejoicing, she would dress in deep black, fast all day, and loudly lament ‘our late unhappy differences with his most gracious Majesty.’ ”
— from James Russell Lowell, A Biography; vol. 1/2 by Horace Elisha Scudder