Thus ever varying all things seem "Fickle as a changeful dream;" And naught is left of that gay train, My gentle bird, but thy sweet strain.
— from Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland by Abigail Stanley Hanna

And thus our brilliant Aspasia of the renaissance fluttered from court to court, everywhere received with open arms, everywhere the cynosure of all eyes, everywhere the centre of a knot of poets and littérateurs ; and flashing off her sonnets and canzonets right and left; now as offerings to be laid at the feet of some most illustrious duke or duchess, and now in loving or saucy requital of those addressed to her by her brethren of the guild.
— from A Decade of Italian Women, vol. 2 (of 2) by Thomas Adolphus Trollope

"These sacred groves were all cut down by the Romans, who waged fierce war against the Druids, and nothing is left of them now but the circles of stones that formed their temples.
— from Among the Trees at Elmridge by Ella Rodman Church

The second wing has disappeared, and nothing is left of the rooms on either side of the hall
— from Amurath to Amurath by Gertrude Lowthian Bell

Four days and nights I lived on water.
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy