Its name is known to God alone, but at least it was to be procured only in the immediate neighbourhood of the frontier.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

It's not good advice, but at least it's easy to follow.
— from Little Brother by Cory Doctorow

Truth all religion comprehends, Through all the world its might extends: In truth alone is justice placed, On truth the words of God are based: A life in truth unchanging past Will bring the highest bliss at last.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild goat runs across the wold, But yesterday his love he told, I know he will come back to me.
— from Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde

2326 To entrust oneself with porters and brawlers, to be collared by a political club, to improvise on the highways, to bark louder than the barkers, to fight with the fists or a cudgel, as much later with the young and rich gangs, against brutes and lunatics incapable of employing other arguments, and who must be answered in the same vein, to mount guard over the Assembly, to act as volunteer constable, to spare neither one's own hide nor that of others, to be one of the people to face the people, all these are simple and effectual proceedings, but so vulgar as to appear to them disgusting.
— from The Ancient Regime by Hippolyte Taine

This Serbian poetry first became generally known in Europe through Goethe and Grimm in Germany, and Bowring and Lytton in England.
— from The Interdependence of Literature by Georgina Pell Curtis

But apart from this inconvenience, which is involved in the system of ‘swagger,’ he finds everything in it good and beautiful, and lauds it as ‘intrepidity of glance, courage and hardness of the cutting hand, an inflexible will for dangerous voyages of discovery, for spiritualized North-Polar expeditions under desolate and dangerous skies,’
— from Degeneration by Max Simon Nordau

Whatever their faults, they saved—my child!" "Is that so great a blessing?" asked Lovisa ironically.
— from Thelma by Marie Corelli

“For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet for a good man one would even dare to die;” for an innocent man, one as innocent of the crime as himself would scarce venture his life; but for a good man, a liberal, tender‑hearted man, that had been a common good in the place where he lived, or had done another as great a benefit as life itself amounts to, a man out of gratitude might dare to die.
— from The Existence and Attributes of God, Volumes 1 and 2 by Stephen Charnock

While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, The Graces are banished, and Love is no more; The soft god of pleasure, that warmed our desires, Has broken his bow, and extinguished his fires, And vows that himself and his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.
— from The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volume 11 by John Dryden

Falkland still continued to track the stream: it wound its way through Mandeville's grounds, and broadened at last into the lake which was so consecrated to his recollections.
— from Falkland, Book 3. by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

See how its twenty silent towers, with nothing to defend, Stand up like ancient coffins, all grimly set on end; With ruins all around them, for, sleeping and at rest, Lies the life of that old city, like a dead owl in its nest— Like the shrunken, sodden body, so ghastly and so pale, Of a warrior who has died, and who has rotted in his mail— Like the grimly-twisted corpse of a nun within her pall, Whom they bound, and gagged, and built, all living, in a wall."
— from Claret and Olives, from the Garonne to the Rhone Notes, social, picturesque, and legendary, by the way. by Angus B. (Angus Bethune) Reach