Unsterblich sein, das ist der Dichtkunst Los —Immortality is the destiny of the poetic art.
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.

Preveo también una gran expansión de Internet dentro de la enseñanza y la investigación.
— from Entretiens / Interviews / Entrevistas by Marie Lebert

But it may be answered that here, as everywhere in connection with the organic, there is difficulty in drawing distinct lines; there are psychical conditions in which some strong emotion, for instance, terror, so takes possession of the mind as almost to exclude plan of action, and the individual appears to act, as we say, "unconsciously";
— from A Review of the Systems of Ethics Founded on the Theory of Evolution by Cora May Williams

de ce nom, roy d’Angleterre, de France, et de Irelande, defendeur de la foy.
— from Royalty in All Ages The Amusements, Eccentricities, Accomplishments, Superstitions and Frolics of the Kings and Queens of Europe by T. F. (Thomas Firminger) Thiselton-Dyer

The birds may sing till day is done, Daughter, little daughter, But with the wheels your feet must run— Run with the wheels forever.
— from The Home Book of Verse — Volume 1 by Burton Egbert Stevenson

"'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades, Bright foaming falls, and olive shades, Where dwelt in days departed long The sons of battle and of song, No tree, no shrub, its foliage rears
— from Fair Italy, the Riviera and Monte Carlo Comprising a Tour Through North and South Italy and Sicily with a Short Account of Malta by W. Cope Devereux

Shrunk up in the corner of the tent, half asleep after the night's vigil, yet too miserable for the entire oblivion of rest, Richard spent the day in dull despair, listening for sounds without with an intensity of attention that seemed to pervade every limb, and yet with snatches of sleep that brought dreams more intolerable than the reality which they yet seemed to enhance.
— from The Prince and the Page: A Story of the Last Crusade by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

Dubby was a marvelous tactician—the others only novices, and in a very brief period there were three well-minced malamutes who limped disconsolately in different directions; leaving a conquering hero on the field, with the spoils of war—a ruffled gray kitten in a shivering state of uncertainty as to her ultimate fate, but too weak to make any further defense.
— from Baldy of Nome by Esther Birdsall Darling