No trace of Celia was to be seen, and the Prince, in despair, determined to search through the world till he found her.
— from The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

Crunus they pass'd, next Chalcis roll'd away, With thickening darkness closed the doubtful day; The silver Phaea's glittering rills they lost, And skimm'd along by Elis' sacred coast.
— from The Odyssey by Homer

But then the good Athenians looked upon the harbour and the sea, and in the red glow of the dying day they saw the purple sails of the sharp-keeled ship, sent to the Delian festival, shimmering in the distance on the blue Pontus.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

When her two dances with him were over, her inclination and strength for more were pretty well at an end; and Sir Thomas, having seen her walk rather than dance down the shortening set, breathless, and with her hand at her side, gave his orders for her sitting down entirely.
— from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

The daughter declared, that she did not pretend to vie with anybody in point of riches; and if the lady, who insisted upon non-resistance, would promise to indemnify us all for the loss we should sustain, she would be one of the first to persuade the captain to submission, in case we should be attacked.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

And yet the distance does the same appear As if he had been a thousand years from me.
— from The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb

Se puso su vestido de domingo, tomó su sombrero y se
— from A First Spanish Reader by Erwin W. (Erwin William) Roessler

Thus does Dryden describe the situation: "Where love is duty on the female side, On theirs mere sensual gust, and sought with surly pride."
— from A Vindication of the Rights of Woman With Strictures on Political and Moral Subjects by Mary Wollstonecraft

But once the blood's wild wedding o'er, Were not dread his, half dark desire, To see the Christ-child in the cot, The Virgin Mary by the fire? MODERN ELFLAND I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things, I set a feather in my cap That fell out of an angel's wings.
— from The Wild Knight and Other Poems by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

Better by far to place no limitations and make war so horrible that no nation will dare draw the sword; or else restrict the weapons of offence to solid armour-piercing shells for naval warfare, small calibre rifle bullets and cold steel.
— from The Rival Submarines by Percy F. (Percy Francis) Westerman

Here my old friend stole off again, covered by an approaching tray of ices; and I soon after did the same; for I had been busily engaged all day, and I was weary,—so weary that I dreaded dropping to sleep at the very instant that Madame —— was exerting herself to awaken me to a higher state of intelligence.
— from Paris and the Parisians in 1835 (Vol. 1) by Frances Milton Trollope

"It—it's all right, of course; only—only these dolls did take space."
— from The Sunbridge Girls at Six Star Ranch by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter

This proposition was introduced on the 26th of February, and was debated during the sessions of three successive days.
— from History of the Thirty-Ninth Congress of the United States by William Horatio Barnes

A half mile to the south toward Cape Newagen was the more moderate dwelling, during the sultry season, of Chester Haynes, his chum from whom he had parted an hour or two previous to making the acquaintance of Mike Murphy.
— from The Launch Boys' Cruise in the Deerfoot by Edward Sylvester Ellis

According to the Dvyáśraya Devaprasáda, the son of Kshemarája burned himself on the funeral pile shortly after the death of Karṇa, an action which was probably the result of some intrigue regarding the succession.
— from History of Gujarát Gazetteer of the Bombay Presidency, Volume I, Part I. by James M. Campbell

Then—waking in the first faint flush of a summer dawn, after a night of troubled sleep and feverish dreams—a night succeeding one of those dismal days that she had been obliged to endure without the sight of the familiar face, the glad, gay call of the familiar voice, the sound of the light footstep on the stairs—she told herself for the first time, with unutterable horror, that this man was dearer to her than he ought to be—dearer than her husband, dearer than her peace of mind, dearer than all this world held for her and all the next world promised.
— from Beyond These Voices by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

Her brow was on his breast, the knife was in her left hand, she struck with thrice her natural power, an evil chance favored her, and, hot as lightning, deep, deep, the steel plunged in.
— from Kincaid's Battery by George Washington Cable