still chaster reader—she 'll be nice hence— Forward, and there is no great cause to quake; This liberty is a poetic licence, Which some irregularity may make In the design, and as I have a high sense Of Aristotle and the Rules, 't is fit To beg his pardon when I err a bit.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

All dreads other than reverent dread that are proffered to us, though they come under the colour of holiness yet are not so true, and hereby may they be known asunder.—That dread that maketh us hastily to flee from all that is not good and fall into our Lord's breast, as the Child into the Mother's bosom, [2] with all our intent and with all our mind, knowing our feebleness and our great need, [Pg 182] knowing His everlasting goodness and His blissful love, only seeking to Him for salvation, cleaving to [Him] with sure trust: that dread that bringeth us into this working, it is natural, [3] gracious, good and true.
— from Revelations of Divine Love by of Norwich Julian

This is not the season for oysters; nevertheless, it may not be amiss to mention, that the right Colchester are kept in slime-pits, occasionally overflowed by the sea; and that the green colour, so much admired by the voluptuaries of this metropolis, is occasioned by the vitriolic scum, which rises on the surface of the stagnant and stinking water—Our rabbits are bred and fed in the poulterer’s cellar, where they have neither air nor exercise, consequently they must be firm in flesh, and delicious in flavour; and there is no game to be had for love or money.
— from The Expedition of Humphry Clinker by T. (Tobias) Smollett

God Himself, who is the Author of virtue, shall there be its reward; for, as there is nothing greater or better, He has promised Himself.
— from The City of God, Volume II by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

The preacher brings comfort to the tortured men in that poem, with the words, And now at last authentic word I bring Witnessed by every dead and living thing; Good tidings of great joy for you, for all: There is no God; no fiend with name divine Made us and tortures us; if we must pine It is to satiate no Being's gall.
— from The Poet's Poet : essays on the character and mission of the poet as interpreted in English verse of the last one hundred and fifty years by Elizabeth Atkins

The pommel is very elegant in form and generally carved; the grip is of peculiar formation, and there is no guard; from actual examples which have been found we know that the broad blade has two edges and terminates in a point.
— from British and Foreign Arms & Armour by Charles Henry Ashdown

I have added a few more chapters in the manner of the old ones, and would have added others, but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one’s dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.
— from The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 5 (of 8) The Celtic Twilight and Stories of Red Hanrahan by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

And it may be perceived that while, in the first account, “there is no God or mortal yet on Earth,” when Manu Vaivasvata lands on Himavân, in the second, the Seven Rishis are allowed to keep him company; thus showing that whereas some accounts refer to the Sidereal and Cosmic Flood before the so-called “Creation,” the others treat, one of the
— from The Secret Doctrine, Vol. 2 of 4 by H. P. (Helena Petrovna) Blavatsky

I will tell you, once for all, there is no Good-morning here, sir.
— from A Middy's Recollections, 1853-1860 by Victor Alexander Montagu

Once admit that the wild-flower plucked at random has more true delicacy of tint and elegance of form, and there is no going back to the tasteless mockery of artificial wax and wire.
— from Cornelius O'Dowd Upon Men And Women And Other Things In General by Charles James Lever

On the opposite side of the bay, the mountain, whose summit is lost among the clouds, seems as it were cleft by some earthquake force; and through its narrow gorge you can trace the blue water of the sea passing in, while each side of the valley is clothed with wood.
— from Jack Hinton: The Guardsman by Charles James Lever

So far no great departure from the existing form of ship, nor from the method of propulsion, has resulted in obtaining a higher speed than is common with ordinary ships of the same dimensions; and in nearly every case such departures have mortified the inventors as well as disappointed the public by turning out absolute failures; and there is no good reason to suppose that further successes than have already been attained will be achieved in any other way than by improving the conditions that now obtain, both as regards form of ship and method of propulsion, inasmuch as the physical causes which combine to retard the motion of a vessel, and the physical forces which are employed in overcoming that resistance, remain to-day as they ever were, and are—in fact, Nature’s immutable laws.
— from Ocean Steamships A popular account of their construction, development, management and appliances by A. E. (Albert Edward) Seaton