He who called to Lazarus, ‘Lazarus, come forth!’ and the dead man lived—He was now Himself a prey to nature and death.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

, how written and how pronounced, 80 ; doubled, never ends a word, 177 ; doubled, makes long syllable, 177 ; pronunciation of, 53-72 ; classification of the consonants, 73-79 ; consonant changes, 146-174 , see Substitution , Development , Disappearance , Assimilation , Dissimilation , Interchange ; mute or f followed by l or r , how affecting preceding short vowel, 178 ; 511 cons.
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

The slow transfer of that treasure to an inner pocket demanded much laborious groping in the depths of decayed clothing.
— from The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale by Joseph Conrad

I never shall endure her, dear my lord, Be not familiar with her.
— from The Tragedy of King Lear by William Shakespeare

On the arrival of Manuel, I hesitated whether I should desert my legal studies, or relinquish this golden opportunity; and thus, in the ardor of youth, I communed with my own mind—Wilt thou be wanting to thyself and thy fortune?
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

To view the splendor she was in; When first with hallow'd hands The holy man knit the mysterious bands When you two your contracted souls did move Like cherubims above, And did make love, As your un-understanding issue now, In a glad sigh, a smile, a tear, a vow.
— from Lucasta by Richard Lovelace

“I’ll be dry, me, lak one sap maple in August.
— from The Boss of Wind River by A. M. (Arthur Murray) Chisholm

It was not the loss of my friend that darkened my life.
— from Love of Brothers by Katharine Tynan

Sustained melody is especially avoided, for nothing arrests attention or dominates mood like melody; we have therefore only bits and snippets of tune, forming and disappearing like cloud forms or the eddies in smoke-wreaths.
— from Contemporary Composers by Daniel Gregory Mason

“It did, my lord,” returned the maiden.
— from A Maid at King Alfred's Court: A Story for Girls by Lucy Foster Madison

My weary heart should give its woes release, The pitiful dark remembering not my loss, The calm, wise years restoring joy for dearth— Better than death, my love, my burning cross.
— from Sonnets and Songs by Helen Hay Whitney

During my long absence and captivity among the Arrapahoes, I had often reflected upon the great advantages which would accrue if, by any possibility, the various tribes which were of Shoshone origin could be induced to unite with them in one confederacy; and the more I reflected upon the subject, the more resolved I became, that if ever I returned to the settlement, I would make the proposition to our chiefs in council.
— from Travels and Adventures of Monsieur Violet by Frederick Marryat

Shall I read it aloud, my dear?” and as Bessie nodded, Mrs. Lambert read the letter in her quiet, silvery voice: “ My Dear Miss Lambert ,” it began; “I told you that I should not allow you to forget me, so, you see, I am keeping my promise like a reliable young woman.
— from Our Bessie by Rosa Nouchette Carey