Early next morning a party, headed by a fife and drum, patrolled the town with a cart, in search of delinquents.
— from British Goblins: Welsh Folk-lore, Fairy Mythology, Legends and Traditions by Wirt Sikes

581 . calix , cup , fornix , arch , and trādux , vinelayer , are masculine; also substantives in -ūnx and -ex ; except nex , murder , and precī , prayer , dative, no nominative, which are feminine; also rarely grex , herd .
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

The English nobleman murdered at Pontoise was Charles Smith, Viscount Carrington of Barrefen, Ireland, and Baron Carrington of Wotton Warem, co. Warwick; the date in the pedigrees of the murder is usually given 1666, probably March 1665-6.
— from Notes and Queries, Number 30, May 25, 1850 by Various

A nolaila la, e na makamaka a pau o ka naauao a me na keiki kupa no hoi o Hawaii
— from The Hawaiian Romance Of Laieikawai by S. N. Haleole

p’ndre n’re places et nous mesmes a pie et en arraie de bataille et
— from A Chronicle of London from 1089 to 1483 Written in the Fifteenth Century, and for the First Time Printed from MSS. in the British Museum by Anonymous

Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction done; Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land; Down, where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move—a melancholy band— Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand, Contented Toil and hospitable Care, And kind connubial Tenderness, are there— And Piety with wishes plac'd above, And steady Loyalty, and faithful Love.
— from Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. VII, December 1850, Vol. II by Various

On these occasions Master Pem. eat till he [330] could eat no more, and paused in silent regret, that nature had provided such insufficient stowage.
— from Kate Vernon: A Tale. Vol. 3 (of 3) by Mrs. Alexander

It was a hot, still night and, although his bed was drawn close to the two windows that looked out into the upper branches of the big elm, not much air penetrated to his room.
— from The Lucky Seventh by Ralph Henry Barbour

The Byzantines seem to have been too lazy to put their stones together; and, in general, my first impression on coming to Verona, after four months in Venice, is of the exquisitely neat masonry and perfect feeling here; a style of Gothic formed by a combination of Lombard surface ornament with Pisan Gothic, than which nothing can possibly be more chaste, pure, or solemn.”
— from The Stones of Venice, Volume 1 (of 3) by John Ruskin