He found it breeding at Santa Barbara, and on the 1st of May discovered a nest containing young in the dead stump of an oak, about fifteen feet from the ground.
— from A History of North American Birds; Land Birds; Vol. 2 of 3 by Robert Ridgway

"Fearful is the weird that forced me hither, From the dark-heap'd chamber where I lay; Powerless are your drowsy anthems, neither Can your priests prevail, howe'er they pray.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 56, No. 345, July, 1844 by Various

But although I decline all newspaper controversy, yet, when falsehoods have been advanced, within the knowledge of no one so much as myself, I have sometimes deposited a contradiction in the hands of a friend, which, if worth preservation, may, when I am no more, nor these whom it might offend, throw light on history, and recall that into the path of truth.
— from Inquiry Into the Origin and Course of Political Parties in the United States by Martin Van Buren

But it is a disgrace to them that they should have exposed you to dishonour, and not covered your nakedness decently.”
— from Taras Bulba, and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

As your gondola makes its way down a narrow channel, you have some conception of the difficulties with which the founders of Venice had to contend.
— from Venice by Dorothy Menpes

I believe I have seen the Indians of almost every tribe throughout the Dominion, and nowhere can you find any who are so trustworthy in regard to conduct—(hear, hear)—so willing to assist the white settlers by their labour, so independent and anxious to learn the secret of the white man's power.
— from Memories of Canada and Scotland — Speeches and Verses by Argyll, John Douglas Sutherland Campbell, Duke of

And Hall (1828) speaks of a flat-bottomed row-boat, "twelve feet long, with high sides and roof," carrying an aged couple down the river, they cared not where, so long as they could find a comfortable home in the West, for their declining and now childless years.
— from Afloat on the Ohio An Historical Pilgrimage of a Thousand Miles in a Skiff, from Redstone to Cairo by Reuben Gold Thwaites

And that same God who made your face so fair, And gave your woman’s heart its tenderness, So shield the blessing He implanted there, That it may never turn to your distress, And never cost you trouble or despair, Nor granted leave the granted comfortless, But like a river blest where’er it flows, Be still receiving while it still bestows.
— from Wee Wifie by Rosa Nouchette Carey

She, the dazzling, mysterious Daughter of the Sun, held in awe by the Ennitra, was possibly directing their marauding expeditions, sharing the plunder with her own delicate fingers, and causing death and desolation among neighbouring caravans; yet, when I recollected how at heart she hated that life of rapine and murder, how she shrank from the position in which, by some unaccountable combination of circumstances, she was forcibly held, my blood rose within me.
— from Zoraida: A Romance of the Harem and the Great Sahara by William Le Queux