Fortunately for men, women in love are always blinded by their feelings and never know anything of life.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Sir, he answered, I had a father, a noble knight, and as he rode a-hunting, upon a day it happed him to lay him down to sleep; and there came a knight that had been long his enemy, and when he saw he was fast asleep he all to-hew him; and this same coat had my father on the same time; and that maketh this coat to sit so evil upon me, for the strokes be on it as I found it, and never shall be amended for me.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir

The king was very angry with the people and they were sorry and they said, we will go away to a strange country to live and leave very dear home and friends and naughty king.
— from The Story of My Life With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy by Helen Keller

Here laughed the father saying, 'Fie, Sir Churl, Is that answer for a noble knight?
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

Migrant birds, cranes for example, fly and fly, and whatever thoughts, high or low, enter their heads, they will still fly and not know why or where.
— from Plays by Anton Chekhov, Second Series by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

On one occasion, when I was in camp at Coimbatore, the Oddēs (navvies) being afraid of my evil eye, refused to fire a new kiln of bricks for the new [ 110 ] club chambers, until I had taken my departure.
— from Omens and Superstitions of Southern India by Edgar Thurston

All that espied Tramtrist, and full well knew he Sir Palamides for a noble knight and a mighty man.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir

But like two beings born from out a rill, A nymph and her beloved, all unseen To pass their lives in fountains and on flowers, And never know the weight of human hours.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

“I have not indeed,” answered Ferdinand; and not knowing that it was by magic he was deprived of all power of resistance, he was astonished to kind himself so strangely compelled to follow Prospero: looking back on Miranda as long as he could see her, he said, as he went after Prospero into the cave: “My spirits are all bound up as if I were in a dream; but this man’s threats, and the weakness which I feel, would seem light to me if from my prison I might once a day behold this fair maid.”
— from Tales from Shakespeare by Charles Lamb

So through the chestnut groves he passed, And through the land and far away; Nor know I whether in the world He found la dame de ses pensées .
— from The Two Twilights by Henry A. (Henry Augustin) Beers

And then came a thundering knock at the door, and my father rose to open it right heartily, and in came my cousin, George Mellor, with a great red muffler round his neck, and his coat all flaked with snow, and his short brown beard and moustache wet with half–melted flakes; now stamping his feet and now kicking them against the door–post, and bringing with him a gust of cold air and a sprinkling of tiny feathery sprays that whisked in at his back.
— from Ben o' Bill's, the Luddite: A Yorkshire Tale by D. F. E. Sykes

“You fellows are not kidnapers by profession.
— from The Galloping Ghost A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. (Roy Judson) Snell

—It is said of old, "Thy footsteps are not known," therefore we need not be surprised if He steal in upon us as a thief in the night, or as spring over the wolds.
— from Love to the Uttermost Expositions of John XIII.-XXI. by F. B. (Frederick Brotherton) Meyer

The result was not conscious; or at least it was only half-conscious; for a new kind of reflex seemed to be developed.
— from A Chronicle of Jails by Darrell Figgis

Fergan, thus freed from the grasp of his seigneur, lost no time to spring upon his feet, and now keeping the advantage, succeeded in throwing Neroweg down.
— from The Pilgrim's Shell; Or, Fergan the Quarryman: A Tale from the Feudal Times by Eugène Sue

The crowd broke up except for a few admirers of Rodber, who was telling Michael that he had done tolerably well for a new kid.
— from Sinister Street, vol. 1 by Compton MacKenzie

This had all been done because of Mrs. Rigney’s devotion to Nancy’s Aunt Katherine, the first Mrs. Fernell, and Nancy knew the story well.
— from Nancy Brandon's Mystery by Lilian Garis

I can't afford to sail so fast as nine knots.
— from Jack in the Forecastle; or, Incidents in the Early Life of Hawser Martingale by John Sherburne Sleeper