Once when they were thus moving onwards, no little feather and no drop of red blood fell, and when she raised her eyes the dove had disappeared.
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

Pasimondas had a brother, by name Hormisdas, his equal in all respects save in years, who had long been contract to marry Cassandra, a fair and noble damsel of Rhodes, of whom Lysimachus was in the last degree enamoured; but owing to divers accidents the marriage had been from time to time put off.
— from The Decameron, Volume II by Giovanni Boccaccio

As yet no second flash of lightning had succeeded the first, and no drop of rain had fallen; and though the ship laboured violently with the waves, excited into tumult by the sudden change of wind, still, running on, she seemed in a fair way of reaching Whitesand in safety.
— from Darnley; or, The Field of the Cloth of Gold by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

But the fresh atrocities - not devoid of religious and ethnic dimensions - endowed the whole endeavour with an aura of a holy war.
— from Terrorists and Freedom Fighters by Samuel Vaknin

Every little runnel in the bog was astir, and yet the land around him was as dry as flax, and no drop of rain had fallen.
— from The Watcher by the Threshold by John Buchan

Your friends are now destroyed or ruined by me.
— from The Man in the Iron Mask by Alexandre Dumas

He found that there was no staggering her on the score of the life that awaited her; she knew more on that subject than he did, had confidence in her father, and no dread of Rosita; and she was too much ashamed and grieved at the former effect of his persuasions to attend to any more of a like description.
— from Dynevor Terrace; Or, The Clue of Life — Volume 2 by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

Once when they were thus moving onwards, no little feather and no drop of red blood fell, and when she raised her eyes the Dove had disappeared.
— from Grimm's Fairy Tales by Wilhelm Grimm

I t was now nearly time for dinner; and Mr. Curtis helped his wife into the carriage; and they all rode away to Mr. Taylor's farm, where they found a nice dinner of roast lamb and fresh vegetables awaiting them.
— from Bertie's Home; or, the Way to be Happy by Madeline Leslie

The feats of labor and endurance which they performed, in incessantly preaching in villages and cities, among slave huts and Indian wigwams, in journeyings seldom interrupted by stress of weather, in fording creeks, swimming rivers, sleeping in forests,—these, with the novel circumstances with which such a career frequently brought them into contact, afford examples of life and character which, in the hands of genius, might be the materials for a new department of romantic literature.
— from Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader Being Selections from the Chief American Writers by Benj. N. (Benjamin Nicholas) Martin