Such harmless creatures have a true respect To talk in deeds, while others saucily Promise more speed, but do it leisurely: Even so this pattern of the worn-out age Pawn'd honest looks, but laid no words to gage.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Each accursed race has deposited its layer, each suffering has dropped its stone there, each heart has contributed its pebble.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

When banished by my sire's decree, In low estate, she followed me.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

On 30 November 2007, the Eritrea-Ethiopia Boundary Commission remotely demarcated the border by coordinates and dissolved itself, leaving Ethiopia still occupying several tracts of disputed territory, including the town of Badme.
— from The 2009 CIA World Factbook by United States. Central Intelligence Agency

I doubt if Leicester ever saw a woman without calculating her weaknesses, and playing upon them if it were only for mere amusement, or in the wanton test of his own diabolical powers.
— from Fashion and Famine by Ann S. (Ann Sophia) Stephens

In doctrine it laid especial stress upon sin, and the [Pg 85] sacerdotal purification of sin; on the eternal reward due beyond the grave to the pure and the impure, the pure living in an eternal ecstasy—"perpetual intoxication," as Plato satirically calls it—the impure toiling through long ages to wash out their stains.
— from The Bacchae of Euripides by Euripides

As Homer's chief substance becomes a device in later epic, so a device of Homer's becomes in later epic the chief substance.
— from The Epic An Essay by Lascelles Abercrombie

The shout that welcomed the arrival of the king was therefore feeble and lukewarm; and, disconcerted by so chilling a reception, he dismounted, in less elevated spirits than those in which he had left Olney, at the pavilion of his brother-in-law.
— from The Last of the Barons — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

And like a star (that, from a heavy cloud Of pine-tree foliage poised in air, forth darts, When a soft summer gale at evening parts The gloom that did its loveliness enshroud) She smiled; but Time, the old Saturnian seer, Sighed on the wing as her foot pressed the strand With step prelusive to a long array Of woes and degradations hand in hand— Weeping captivity, and shuddering fear Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay!"
— from From Gretna Green to Land's End: A Literary Journey in England. by Katharine Lee Bates