"My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot

This person was, in fact, one whose name was Chia Se; a grandson likewise of a main branch of the Ning mansion.
— from Hung Lou Meng, or, the Dream of the Red Chamber, a Chinese Novel, Book I by Xueqin Cao

Now, as if involuntarily, he laid his cheek against it with a caressing gesture, and sat looking over the garden lying dewy and still in the moonlight, with the grateful look of a man who has learned the healing miracles of Nature and how near she is to God.
— from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott

—Americans capture Fort George (Lake Ontario) and May 29th.
— from Napoleon's Letters to Josephine, 1796-1812 For the First Time Collected and Translated, with Notes Social, Historical, and Chronological, from Contemporary Sources by Emperor of the French Napoleon I

My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Thomas Gerrard , late of Antegoa , Mariner.
— from A General History of the Pyrates: from their first rise and settlement in the island of Providence, to the present time by Daniel Defoe

Two or three hundred people were looking at it, sitting or standing, and some were examining the basket, a nice little square basket for a human cargo, bearing on its side in gold letters on a mahogany plate the words: Le Horla.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

Stores carrying a similar general line of articles most useful in making park trips are located at Belton and at Glacier Park village.
— from Glacier National Park [Montana] by United States. Department of the Interior

These rain squalls came up in the manner usual between the tropics.—A clear sky; burning, vertical sun; work going lazily on, and men about decks with nothing but duck trowsers, checked shirts, and straw hats; the ship moving as lazily through the water; the man at the helm resting against the wheel, with his hat drawn over his eyes; the captain below, taking an afternoon nap; the passenger leaning over the taffrail, watching a dolphin following slowly in our wake; the sailmaker mending an old topsail on the lee side of the quarter-deck; the carpenter working at his bench, in the waist; the boys making sinnet; the spun-yarn winch whizzing round and round, and the men walking slowly fore and aft with their yarns.—A cloud rises to windward, looking a little black; the sky-sails are brailed down; the captain puts his head out of the companion-way, looks at the cloud, comes up, and begins to walk the deck.—The cloud spreads and comes on;—the tub of yarns, the sail, and other matters, are thrown below, and the sky-light and booby-hatch put on, and the slide drawn over the forecastle.—"Stand by the royal halyards;"—the man at the wheel keeps a good weather helm, so as not to be taken aback.
— from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana

Never have I seen such a ghastly look on any man’s face.
— from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie

It is a beautiful thing for all of us who have the privilege of enjoying the glory of the commons and forests of England to appreciate that that pleasure has been kept for us, and for countless others for all time, largely by the valiant fight and generous labours of a man who, though he loved them as he loved light, freedom and justice, and gave part of his life to save them, could only see them through the eyes of others.
— from A Beacon for the Blind: Being a Life of Henry Fawcett, the Blind Postmaster-General by Winifred Holt

A friend of mind found her, as he thinks, frequenting Lough Leath, or the Grey Lake on a mountain of the Fews.
— 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

Yet, when he was gone, she lay back in the chair and shivered again; all the more because of the unaccustomed touch about her throat of the gold lace on a mess jacket.
— from The Hosts of the Lord by Flora Annie Webster Steel

“Thus, when we feel either the beauty or sublimity of natural scenery—the gay lustre of a morning in spring, or the mild radiance of a summer-evening—the savage majesty of a wintry storm, or the wild magnificence of the tempestuous ocean—we are conscious of a variety of images in our minds, very different from those which the objects themselves present to the eye.
— from Beauty: Illustrated Chiefly by an Analysis and Classificatin of Beauty in Woman by Alexander Walker

Here the lame and the lazy supplied themselves with mules, and a comical figure of a fat German lady on a miserable little donkey, will be an amusing memory for many a day.
— from Letters from Switzerland by Samuel Irenæus Prime

She is a lad, she is an artist, she is grand, generous, devoted, chaste; she has the great lineaments of a man: ergo , she is not a woman.
— from Letters to Madame Hanska, born Countess Rzewuska, afterwards Madame Honoré de Balzac, 1833-1846 by Honoré de Balzac

But here the one positive resemblance, the trunk of the supposed elephant, falls far short of an exact imitation, and, as the other features necessary to a good likeness of a mastodon are wholly wanting, is not this an instance where the negative proof should be held sufficient to largely outweigh the positive?
— from Animal Carvings from Mounds of the Mississippi Valley Second Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1880-81, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1883, pages 117-166 by Henry W. (Henry Wetherbee) Henshaw

In the "Macon (Ga.) Telegraph," Nov. 27, 1838, we find the following account of a runaway's den, and of the good luck of a "Mr. Adams," in running down one of them "with his excellent dogs:"— "A runaway's den was discovered on Sunday, near the Washington Spring, in a little patch of woods, where it had been for several months so artfully concealed under ground, that it was detected only by accident, though in sight of two or three houses, and near the road and fields where there has been constant daily passing.
— from Slavery and the Constitution by William I. (William Ingersoll) Bowditch

Whatever his darkness, he will have the guiding light of a memory behind him.
— from The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete by George Meredith

Now dim stars cast a ghostly light over a mass of piled-up rubble.
— from The Cry at Midnight by Mildred A. (Mildred Augustine) Wirt