“Nevertheless,” replied Don Quixote, “I should like to know from each of them separately the reason of his misfortune;” to this he added more to the same effect to induce them to tell him what he wanted so civilly that the other mounted guard said to him: “Though we have here the register and certificate of the sentence of every one of these wretches, this is no time to take them out or read them; come and ask themselves; they can tell if they choose, and they will, for these fellows take a pleasure in doing and talking about rascalities.” With this permission, which Don Quixote would have taken even had they not granted it, he approached the chain and asked the first for what offences he was now in such a sorry case.
— from The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Complete by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

The line from San Francisco to Sacramento runs in a north-easterly direction, along the American River, which empties into San Pablo Bay.
— from Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne

In the Blackfoot variant the Deer and the Antelope run two races.
— from Myths of the Cherokee Extract from the Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology by James Mooney

He had not scrupled to suspect dear Mr. Godfrey of the infamy of stealing the Diamond, and to attribute Rachel’s conduct to a generous resolution to conceal the crime.
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

Several years before, in the Dedication to The Fox , [12] Jonson had expressed his contempt for the introduction of ‘fools and devils and those antique relics of barbarism’, characterizing them as ‘ridiculous and exploded follies’.
— from The Devil is an Ass by Ben Jonson

They waited for ten minutes, during which time no noise was heard that might indicate that Grimaud was discovered, and at the expiration of that anxious interval the two men returned, closed the door after them, and repeating their orders that the servants should go to bed and extinguish their lights, disappeared.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

The ideal beauty of the one is the ideal good of the other; regarded not with the eye of knowledge, but of faith and desire; and they are respectively the source of beauty and the source of good in all other things.
— from Symposium by Plato

In Athens' city, fickle, vain, of old, An Orator, who dangers manifold [Pg 462] Saw crowding on his country, one day went Up in the tribune, with the wise intent, With his skill'd tongue, and his despotic art, Towards a republic to force every heart.
— from The Fables of La Fontaine Translated into English Verse by Walter Thornbury and Illustrated by Gustave Doré by Jean de La Fontaine

While these were preparing, our other men dug a trench all round, of three feet deep, in which the palisades were to be planted; and, our waggons, the bodys being taken off, and the fore and hind wheels separated by taking out the pin which united the two parts of the perch, [105] we had ten carriages, with two horses each, to bring the palisades from the woods to the spot.
— from Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin by Benjamin Franklin

[Pg 31] The Fairy Folk of Tara On the ancient Hill of Tara, from whose heights the High Kings once ruled all Ireland, from where the sacred fires in pagan days announced the annual resurrection of the sun, the Easter Tide, where the magic of Patrick prevailed over the magic of the Druids, and where the hosts of the Tuatha De Danann were wont to appear at the great Feast of Samain , to-day the fairy-folk of modern times hold undisputed sovereignty.
— from The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. (Walter Yeeling) Evans-Wentz

Dr. Lightfoot argues that there need be no violation whatever of this 'well of English undefiled;' that in the matter of Greek scholarship we are never likely to have a larger body of men competent to execute the work, and to criticise it when done; and that a revised translation will not now be exposed to the affectations and Latinisms that might possibly have disturbed such a work as this at the commencement of the present century.
— from British Quarterly Review, American Edition, Vol. LIV July and October, 1871 by Various

It has been observed that the number of known stocks or families of Indian languages in the United States amounts to over three score, differing among themselves ‘as radically as each differs from Hebrew, Chinese, or English’.
— from Anthropology and the Classics Six Lectures Delivered Before the University of Oxford by Gilbert Murray

I am informed that there are documents in existence proving this fact beyond the possibility of dispute, and that any resistance would be entirely vain.
— from The Athelings; or, the Three Gifts. Complete by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

He dandled it, he whistled, he sang, he pointed out the interesting attributes of his horse, and promised to direct attention to a rabbit or even a deer in a moment, but nothing availed.
— from Scattergood Baines by Clarence Budington Kelland

We marched eighteen miles on Thursday night, and four the next morning; thirteen yesterday evening, and eight this morning; this afternoon we expect to do another twelve, and reduce the distance before us to an easy two days' journey.
— from The Relief of Mafeking How it Was Accomplished by Mahon's Flying Column; with an Account of Some Earlier Episodes in the Boer War of 1899-1900 by Filson Young

The cognitions by which non-moral resentment and gratitude are determined are thus, as regards their general nature, precisely similar to those which determine moral indignation and approval.
— from The Origin and Development of the Moral Ideas by Edward Westermarck

But in time the dreams were dispelled, and truth alone remained.
— from The Poems of Leopardi by Giacomo Leopardi

Indeed, it might easily be converted into a term of praise, for what, necessarily, it described was the incentive that forever drove men out to difficult accomplishment, to anything rather than ease.
— from Cytherea by Joseph Hergesheimer

Directly, Solon, a small man with an anxious mien, ran into the waiting-room, flung a glance of disappointment at Tilly, and ran out again.
— from Stories of a Western Town by Octave Thanet