Despit , sb. contempt, injury, S2, C3; despyt , C2; despite , WW; dispit , W.—AF.
— from A Concise Dictionary of Middle English from A.D. 1150 to 1580 by A. L. (Anthony Lawson) Mayhew

Is non modo hoc non perfecit ut virgarum vim deprecaretur, sed cum imploraret saepius usurparetque nomen civitatis, crux, crux, inquam, infelici et aerumnoso comparabatur.
— from Helps to Latin Translation at Sight by Edmund Luce

‘You did, sir?’ cried I, starting from my seat and striking my fist on the table.
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

that with thy potent rhetoric stealest away the purposes of wrath; and to the guilty man for one night givest back the hopes of his youth, and hands washed pure from blood; and to the proud man a brief oblivion for Wrongs undress’d and insults unavenged; that summonest to the chancery of dreams, for the triumphs of suffering innocence, false witnesses; and confoundest perjury, and dost reverse the sentences of unrighteous judges;—thou buildest upon the bosom of darkness, out of the fantastic imagery of the brain, cities and temples beyond the art of Phidias and Praxiteles—beyond the splendour of Babylon and Hekatómpylos, and “from the anarchy of dreaming sleep” callest into sunny light the faces of long-buried beauties and the blessed household countenances cleansed from the “dishonours of the grave.”
— from Confessions of an English Opium-Eater by Thomas De Quincey

"Well, my dear," she cried, "I sent you up the young man.
— from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

"Without doubt," said Cebes, "into such as these."
— from Apology, Crito, and Phaedo of Socrates by Plato

The business referred to consisted of the marking of several dozen selected cards in such a way as to permit of his relying upon them as upon his bosom friend.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

Di sórte chè, in such sort that, so that.
— from Queen Anna's New World of Words; or, Dictionarie of the Italian and English Tongues by John Florio

And although she had more friendship for Christophe than for any other … (dared she confess it?) … she was not, at heart, sorry for him to go.
— from Jean-Christophe Journey's End by Romain Rolland

There were various groups of passengers on deck, some conversing in subdued tones quite in harmony with the mysterious hour of twilight, and others aloud as if it were mid-day.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 15, Nos. 85-90, April 1872-September 1872 A Monthly Magazine by Various

"Only," he continued, still with a deep solemnity of voice that went to her heart, "when I do so come I shall come to tell you that alone--there will be with that news no pleadings of love upon my tongue.
— from The Silent Shore: A Romance by John Bloundelle-Burton