The cabin door opened and he saw the Hungarian standing in a shaft of grey light: “Daybreak, gentlemen!” H2 anchor TWO GALLANTS The grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets.
— from Dubliners by James Joyce

H2 anchor THE GOOSE-GIRL The king of a great land died, and left his queen to take care of their only child.
— from Grimms' Fairy Tales by Wilhelm Grimm

Rebold, Histoire des Trots Grandes Loges de Francs-Maçons en France , pp.
— from Secret Societies And Subversive Movements by Nesta Helen Webster

GAY, loose, dissipated; “ GAY woman,” a kept mistress, or prostitute.
— from A Dictionary of Slang, Cant, and Vulgar Words Used at the Present Day in the Streets of London; the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge; the Houses of Parliament; the Dens of St. Giles; and the Palaces of St. James. by John Camden Hotten

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.
— from The Happy Prince, and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde

And then while the mysterious coughing rose stronger and stronger and the threatening glare reached farther and wider, the negro’s voice lifted up its supplications: “O Lord’, we’s ben mighty wicked, an’ we knows dat we ’zerve to go to de bad place, but good Lord, deah Lord, we ain’t ready yit, we ain’t ready—let dese po’ chilen hab one mo’ chance, jes’ one mo’ chance.
— from The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today by Charles Dudley Warner

Their trembling captives, the sons and daughters of Roman senators, presented, in goblets of gold and gems, large draughts of Falernian wine to the haughty victors; who stretched their huge limbs under the shade of plane-trees, 126 artificially disposed to exclude the scorching rays, and to admit the genial warmth, of the sun.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

And the pale smile of beauties in the grave, The charms of other days, in starlight gleams, Glimmer on high; their buried locks still wave Along the canvas; their eyes glance like dreams On ours, or spars within some dusky cave, But death is imaged in their shadowy beams.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

The scruples of the lady being now entirely removed, she grants le don d'amoureuse merci , and the bliss of the lovers is complete.
— from The Fairy Mythology Illustrative of the Romance and Superstition of Various Countries by Thomas Keightley

This was how Mrs Hadwin's strange lodger, whom nobody could ever make out, disappeared as suddenly as he had come, without any explanations; and only a very few people could ever come to understand what he had to do with the after-events which struck Grange Lane dumb, and turned into utter confusion all the ideas and conclusions of society in Carlingford.
— from The Perpetual Curate by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

Then came the berries, and Thor knew where they all grew low down in the valleys—first the wild red raspberries, then the soap berries, and after those the delicious black currants which grew in the cool depths of the forests and were almost as large as cherries and nearly as sweet as the sugar which Langdon had fed Muskwa.
— from The Grizzly King: A Romance of the Wild by James Oliver Curwood

When the Greeks made their fine saying that those whom the gods love die young, I cannot help believing they had this sort of death also in their eye.
— from Virginibus Puerisque, and Other Papers by Robert Louis Stevenson

De song go like dis: "'Hits a mighty dry year, when de crab grass fail, Oh, row, row, row, who laid dat rail?
— from Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves: Volume XVI, Texas Narratives, Part 4 by United States. Work Projects Administration

{341} The Gypsies, here called Tsiganie, live a nomadic life in the Eastern Steppe, as in other countries, sleeping in wretched tents of coarse brown cloth, and grovelling like dogs and swine in the mire.
— from Free Russia by William Hepworth Dixon

“Why, Ken,” said Walter, more quietly, “here’s a history of my life: Greek grammar, lines, detention, caning—caning, detention, lines, Greek grammar.
— from St. Winifred's; or, The World of School by F. W. (Frederic William) Farrar