By and by comes Mr. Cooke to see me and so spent the morning, and he gone by and by at noon to dinner, where Mr. Shepley come and we merry, all being in good humour between my wife and her people about her, and after dinner took horse, I promising to fetch her away about fourteen days hence, and so calling all of us, we men on horseback, and the women and my father, at Goody Gorum’s, and there in a frolic drinking I took leave, there going with me and my boy, my two brothers, and one Browne, whom they call in mirth Colonell, for our guide, and also Mr. Shepley, to the end of Huntingdon, and another gentleman who accidentally come thither, one Mr. Castle; and I made them drink at the Chequers, where I observed the same tapster, Tom, that was there when I was a little boy
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

Troy and her sons may find a general grave, But thou canst live, for thou canst be a slave.
— from The Iliad by Homer

They would take neither the glow of passion nor the tenderness of sentiment, but retained all the rigidity of dead corpses, and stared me in the face with a fixed and ghastly grin of contemptuous defiance.
— from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

In the first onset fell Arnljot Gelline, Gauka-Thorer, and Afrafaste, with all their men, after each had killed a man or two, and some indeed more.
— from Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway by Snorri Sturluson

These are designs consonant to the elevation of their rank, and the dignity of their stations: they are ends suitable to the nature of a free and generous government; and, connected with views of empire and dominion, suited to the benevolence and solid merit of the legislature.
— from The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, Or Gustavus Vassa, The African Written By Himself by Olaudah Equiano

Fairies and goblins, ghosts and demons, still hover about him both waking and sleeping.
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer

I was young and strong, and had good food, and God gave me so much milk that at times it even overflowed.
— from What Men Live By, and Other Tales by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

Three bells are immediately set in motion, I foresee a general gathering: what is going to happen?
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

Down came the clenched hands to her sides, then up again above her head, and, as I am a living and honourable man, the white flame of the fire leapt up after them, almost to the roof, throwing a fierce and ghastly glare upon She herself, upon the white figure beneath the covering, and every scroll and detail of the rockwork.
— from She by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard

No. 46 Nile pours from heaven a tutelary flood, And gardens grow the vegetable god.
— from The Columbiad: A Poem by Joel Barlow

In the close grew a thicket of olive, a long-leaved tree full-grown, That flourished and grew goodly as big as a pillar about, So round it I built my bride-room, till I did the work right out With ashlar stone close-fitting; and I roofed it overhead, And thereto joined doors I made me, well-fitting in their stead.
— from Reviews by Oscar Wilde

The fountains and statues which Sir John Porlock had brought from Rome, the old dining-hall and carved stone porch which dated from the time of the martyred Becket, clipped yew-tree walls, pyramids, and obelisks of greenery, old things and new, had alike suffered neglect; mosses and lichens had crept over fountain and Greek gods, and ivy had forced its intrusive tendrils amidst the carven arches and clustered columns of the old Gothic porch.
— from Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3 by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

The adjutant accompanying the detachment helped me and laid out the camping spot, and when the command pulled in they disposed themselves for the night in a beautiful grove of timber where there was plenty of firewood and good grass for the horses and mules.
— from An Autobiography of Buffalo Bill (Colonel W. F. Cody) by Buffalo Bill

I hold the mind is the imprisoned soul, And all our aspirations are its own Struggles and strivings for a golden goal, That wear us out like snow men at the thaw.
— from The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge with Introductions by Lord Dunsany by Francis Ledwidge

What sort of foreign problems are we going to bequeath to our children if our policy forces a great German migration into Russia, or the Balkans, or Turkey?
— from The Fruits of Victory A Sequel to The Great Illusion by Norman Angell

Infants were generally tucked into the comfortable moss-bag, but boys three or four years old were seen tugging at their mothers' breasts, and all fat and generally good-looking.
— from Through the Mackenzie Basin A Narrative of the Athabasca and Peace River Treaty Expedition of 1899 by Charles Mair

At the grasp of his strong hand the girl felt a great gush of confidence rise in her heart; she did exactly as he told her, scrambled to her feet, and walked up the slippery way without one slide, holding fast by Malcolm's hand, while Joseph kept just feeling her waist with the loop of the rope as he drew it in.
— from Malcolm by George MacDonald

For a girl, good and obedient as she is, she has occasioned you great anxiety.
— from Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife by Madeline Leslie