The dignities of Lord, Earle, Duke, and Prince are his Creatures.
— from Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes

Nosotros los pobres patanes de Orbajosa la encontramos divina.
— from Doña Perfecta by Benito Pérez Galdós

Those delicious mornings in the allee of the park, where you were permitted to see Cosette with her old grandfather, M. Fauchelevent; those hours of sweet pain when it was impossible to determine whether it was Rebecca or Rowena who seemed to give most light to the day; the flirtations with Blanche Amory, and the notes placed in the hollow tree; the idyllic devotion of Little Emily, dating from the morning when you saw her dress fluttering on the beam as she ran along it, lightly, above the flowing tide—(devotion that is yet tender, for, God forgive you Steerforth as I do, you could not smirch that pure heart;) the melancholy, yet sweet sorrow, with which you saw the loved and lost Little Eva borne to her grave over which the mocking-bird now sings his liquid requiem.
— from The Delicious Vice by Young Ewing Allison

Derived from láus , lôs , destitute of =Latin, expers .—Deutsche
— from The English Language by R. G. (Robert Gordon) Latham

Eleonora of Toledo was indeed a woman of cruel temperament, proud spirit, and by nature little disposed to pardon; yet the mother's heart must have been touched to have seen her deserted daughter, now, by the departure of Lelio, entirely deprived of any friend on whom to rely.
— from Isabella Orsini: A Historical Novel of the Fifteenth Century by Francesco Domenico Guerrazzi

Even if the canonist system were not worth studying for its own sake, it would be deserving of attention on account of the light it throws on the development of later economic doctrine.
— from An Essay on Mediæval Economic Teaching by George Augustine Thomas O'Brien

My witness is Miss Violet Decié, only daughter of Lord Edward Decié of that ilk."
— from The Slave of Silence by Fred M. (Fred Merrick) White

Also, dear, supposing any one of us, Dover, I, Mr. Osborne, had to become either Mr. Dundas or Lord Ellington, do you think any of us could hesitate a moment?
— from The Angel of Pain by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson