Displaying our colors conspicuously at the head of our column, we succeeded in attracting the attention of our friends, and soon formed the brigade in rear of Colonel Porter's.
— from Memoirs of General William T. Sherman — Complete by William T. (William Tecumseh) Sherman

Bishop Henry and the clergy were only too ready to gratify their hatred of Jews by means of this accusation, and the besotted populace gave all the more credence to the falsehood, as rumors of the death of Christian children at the hands of Jews daily increased.
— from History of the Jews, Vol. 4 (of 6) by Heinrich Graetz

Chaise, begging him to ask the King for permission to remain at Rome until the death of Cardinal Cibo, adding that he would wait for a reply at Caprarole, a magnificent house of the Duke of Parma, at eight leagues from Rome.
— from Memoirs of Louis XIV and His Court and of the Regency — Complete by Saint-Simon, Louis de Rouvroy, duc de

Then we to temples drew Our cómplete city, and to heav'n we thankful rites did burn For our rich conquest.
— from The Iliads of Homer Translated according to the Greek by Homer

The Warden followed, with the wife of the Dean of Christ Church, and the hall began to thin.
— from Lady Connie by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

Upon these tables, therefore, was the death of Christ contrived, and this horrid murder acted; even upon these tables of stone.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Volume 03 by John Bunyan

As the fight moves on to Oliver’s blow and Roland’s pardon, to Roland’s last deeds of Christian comradeship, and to his death, the eyes are critical indeed that do not swell with tears.
— from The Mediaeval Mind (Volume 1 of 2) A History of the Development of Thought and Emotion in the Middle Ages by Henry Osborn Taylor

Sometimes, while the officer gossiped, the horse would be a third of a block and more away, climbing an embankment, or reaching into some hollow after an enticing bit of dandelion or clover clump; and though he answered to a whistle, as a dog would, Sybil had several times remarked that some day an interesting moment would arrive for that policeman, that some sudden call would come for his services, and before the sundered man and horse could be united time would be lost and trouble would accrue—for the man, at least.
— from A Pasteboard Crown: A Story of the New York Stage by Clara Morris