58 ( return ) [ Tacitus, after having given the report of the Britons as he had heard it, probably from Agricola, now goes on to state his own views on the subject.
— from The Germany and the Agricola of Tacitus by Cornelius Tacitus

He is, indeed, the favourite and national god of the Vedic Indian.
— from A History of Sanskrit Literature by Arthur Anthony Macdonell

Few artists, not Goethe or Byron even, work quite cleanly, casting off all debris, and leaving us only what the heat of their imagination has wholly fused and transformed.
— from The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry by Walter Pater

There, as I sat close to her looking into her face, speaking by turns the language of the eyes and that of sighs, fixing my amorous gaze upon those charms which the moonlight rendered sweeter, I made her share in the fire which consumed me; and as I pressed her amorously to my bosom she completed my bliss with such warmth that I could easily see that she thought she was receiving a favour and not granting one.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

His bon mots are in every witling’s mouth; but many of them have a rank flavour, which one would be apt to think was derived from a natural grossness of idea.
— from The Expedition of Humphry Clinker by T. (Tobias) Smollett

Canst thou go nigh unto thy friend, and not go over to him?
— from Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

I also saw Socrates, the son of Sophroniscus, prattling with Nestor and Palamedes, and close by him stood Hyacinthus the Lacedæmonian, and the gallant Narcissus and Hylas, and other beautiful and lovely youths, and for aught I could gather by him he was far in love with Hyacinthus, for he discoursed with him more than all the rest: for which cause, they said, Rhadamanthus was offended at him, and often threatened to thrust him out of the island if he continued to play the fool in that fashion, and not give over his idle manner of jesting, when he was at their banquet.
— from Lucian's True History by of Samosata Lucian

But he was left in the city to care for Aleus now growing old, while he gave his son to join his brothers.
— from The Argonautica by Rhodius Apollonius

He considered it to "undoubtedly" belong to the Suctoria of De Geer, and to form a new genus of Pulicidæ.
— from Scientific American Supplement, No. 648, June 2, 1888. by Various

Fields and farmhouses and noble groups of trees were hidden or showed only in ghostly outlines.
— from Ellen Levis: A Novel by Elsie Singmaster

No fun, and nothing going on.
— from Soap-Bubble Stories For Children by Fanny Barry

He bane quiet faller an’ never going out an’ get fresh with girls.
— from Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 2, No. 21, June, 1921 America's Magazine of Wit, Humor and Filosophy by Various

These had become disused, the rabbits had taken possession, and, as sun and air penetrated freely, a new growth of furze, heather and broom grew up among the hollows and knolls.
— from The Star-Gazers by George Manville Fenn

She has no heart and no head, and no sense, and no feelings, and no griefs or cares, whatever.
— from The History of Pendennis by William Makepeace Thackeray

She was by no means a pleasant gouvernante for a nervous girl of my years.
— from Uncle Silas: A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

[Pg 50] primitive wooden table scarcely a metre wide; twenty figures, a natural group, one head hiding another, and with all you have an unobstructed view of the camp lying bright in the sunshine and dust and full of horses and men.
— from The Land of Riddles (Russia of To-day) by Hugo Ganz

Such repetitions are not tautologies, for each utters some new aspect of the one subject, and comes from a new gush of heart's love towards it.
— from Expositions of Holy Scripture: Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers by Alexander Maclaren

My youth took no heed of passing events; but one evening our hôtel was attacked, and from that day to this I saw no more of my father and brothers—but my mother and sister continued to live as before, only they were now continually weeping, clasping me to their bosoms in passionate fondness, and never going out of the great gates.
— from Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. II, No. X., March 1851 by Various