Over against this table, near the southern wall, was set a candlestick of cast gold, hollow within, being of the weight of one hundred pounds, which the Hebrews call Chinchares, if it be turned into the Greek language, it denotes a talent.
— from Antiquities of the Jews by Flavius Josephus

Whoever doth lay his head down in her lap, had as good lay it down upon that block over which the axe doth hang; and whoever lay their [376] eyes upon her beauty, are accounted the enemies of God.
— from The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan Every Child Can Read by John Bunyan

Five minutes from church, post-office, and golf-links, Suitable for——’ ‘Bless the animal,’ said the girl, laughing, ‘I don’t want to TAKE it.
— from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

Did you inquire around for him when you got loose? I don’t remember it.”
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Yes, my good lord, It doth contain a king; King Richard lies Within the limits of yon lime and stone; And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a clergyman Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

The iron scalpel has already made acquaintance with not only the greater parts, but even with the infinitesimals of the human body; and reason, confined to this narrow range of a subject, perceives herself to be imprisoned, and quenches her guiding light in despair.
— from Surgical Anatomy by Joseph Maclise

For especially wicked am I in the morning: at the early hour when the pail rattleth at the well, and horses neigh warmly in grey lanes:— Impatiently do I then wait, that the clear sky may finally dawn for me, the snow-bearded winter-sky, the hoary one, the white-head,— —The winter-sky, the silent winter-sky, which often stifleth even its sun!
— from Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

But as many have described it at great length, I do not think that I need repeat statements about which there is no manner of dispute.
— from The Histories of Polybius, Vol. 1 (of 2) by Polybius

“Good Lord, I don't know what 'rights' a man has!
— from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis

I heard a roaring of waters that broke my vision of bear fights and gentle ladies in distress.
— from The River and I by John G. Neihardt

Wandering flame, thou restless fever Burning all things, regretting none; The winds of fate are stilled for ever— Thy little generous life is done.
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy

G. lutescens industrius differs from G. lutescens jugossicularis in: Color slightly darker, the former being Cinnamon Brown instead of Vinaceous Cinnamon, with hairs basally Deep Neutral Gray in upper parts and underparts.
— from Subspeciation in Pocket Gophers of Kansas, [KU. Vol. 1 No. 11] by E. Raymond (Eugene Raymond) Hall

They kept nothing from me, and my grandmother has said to me with a watery smile: "If I survive your grandfather, Bawn, my dear, you and I will have to find genteel lodgings in Dublin.
— from The Story of Bawn by Katharine Tynan

In the glow and gloom of Italian night, as high clouds intermittently obscure the moon, a palace garden lies in deep shadow.
— from Caliban by the Yellow Sands: A Community Masque of the Art of the Theatre by Percy MacKaye

He rose, and after a cautious glance behind him he crept to the verge of the precipice, looked down into the water swirling over jagged rocks far below, and pulling up a sod of wire grass let it drop, and watched it sink and reappear in single straws that circled and sank again.
— from On the Lightship by Herman Knickerbocker Vielé

“So far so well,” answered Planchet, alighting, and extending his arms to Mousqueton, the two servants embraced with an emotion which touched those who were present and made them suppose that Planchet was a great lord in disguise, so highly did they estimate the position of Mousqueton.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

Then she got up from the rug and stood by aunty patiently, while she poured out the tea, first "grandmothering" each cup to keep it from slipping about, then warming them with a little hot water, then putting in the beautiful yellow cream, the sugar, and the nice rich brown tea, all in the particular way grandmother liked it done.
— from Grandmother Dear: A Book for Boys and Girls by Mrs. Molesworth