His fraud is then thy fear, which plain inferrs Thy equal fear that my firm Faith and Love Can by his fraud be shak’n or seduc’t; Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy Brest, Adam , misthought of her to thee so dear?
— from Paradise Lost by John Milton

But his mother, Hyrie, not knowing that he was saved, dissolved in tears, and formed a lake called after her own name.
— from The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books I-VII by Ovid

Scaife could pick up very little information about him, except that he was a decent old fellow, who paid his bills regularly, and was always good for a fiver for a local charity.
— from The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan

“Why then,” answered she, “you have a monstrous good stare, for a little county Miss.”
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

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— from Ecce Homo Complete Works, Volume Seventeen by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Quand'elli un poco rappaciati fuoro, a lui, ch'ancor mirava sua ferita, domando` 'l duca mio sanza dimoro: <>.
— from Divina Commedia di Dante: Inferno by Dante Alighieri

Our numbers and our noise had frightened all living creatures away, and save for a few pterodactyls, which soared round high above our heads while they waited for the carrion, all was still around the camp.
— from The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle

You know it's too much for a little chap.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

I have been engaged in a ridiculous adventure, which I shall recount at meeting; and this, I hope, will not be much longer delayed, as we have now performed almost all our visits, and seen every thing that I think has any right to retard us in our journey homewards—A few days ago, understanding by accident, that my old friend Baynard was in the country, I would not pass so near his habitation without paying him a visit, though our correspondence had been interrupted for a long course of years.
— from The Expedition of Humphry Clinker by T. (Tobias) Smollett

* $1.25 Macmillan 821 17-10980 “Mr Masefield’s new volume contains more than fifty sonnets, forming a long cycle, but broken by a few interludes, descriptive, allegorical, dramatic, narrative, or lyrical.”
— from The Book Review Digest, Volume 13, 1917 Thirteenth Annual Cumulation Reviews of 1917 Books by Various

M. LOUIS JOBIN IN HIS WORK-SHOP. {113} The acquaintance with Jobin has now extended over several summers and in that time we have learned from this old Canadian woodcarver’s lips many a legend of the Saints, legends that have none of the usual cut-and-dried wording of a book as they are told by this old man of Quebec, but all the vitality and realism which only one having working knowledge of them for a lifetime can give.
— from Romantic Canada by Victoria Hayward

A low murmur ran through the room, and Sim Slee was about to rise and speak, but several of those present thrust him down, when, with a fierce and lowering countenance, the foreman turned upon him.
— from The Parson O' Dumford by George Manville Fenn

It is possible, however, for a long conversation to be made up entirely of similar elements, and to contain no trace of any conveyance of new ideas; such intercourse is probably that which on the whole is most satisfactory to the “normal” man and leaves him more comfortably stimulated than would originality or brilliance, or any other manifestation of the strange and therefore of the disreputable.
— from Instincts of the Herd in Peace and War by W. (Wilfred) Trotter

The little darkie might have said when he was in jail, “Je meurs de faime et l'on ne mapporte rien;” and when he left, “Il est faufite avec les chevaliers d'industrie.” H2 anchor CHAPTER XXIV.
— from Manuel Pereira; Or, The Sovereign Rule of South Carolina by F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Toulouse, the flourishing and lively capital of Languedoc, is a city of brick still awaiting its Augustus to make of it a city of marble.
— from Europe from a Motor Car by Russell Richardson