I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of gentlest genealogy; and that the germs of native excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling, are as likely to exist in their hearts as in those of the best-born.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

“Numbers, nay whole towns,” says De Laet, “to escape from the insupportable government of New England, removed to New Netherlands, to enjoy that liberty denied to them by their own countrymen.”
— from Lights and Shadows of New York Life or, the Sights and Sensations of the Great City by James Dabney McCabe

I might go on; naught else remained to do.
— from Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning by Robert Browning

Farewell, good old nu England rum, with some tanzy in 88 yer, thou hast gone!
— from The Complete Works of Josh Billings by Josh Billings

Then he gave us each a cigar and told us to be seated while he got us a glass of New England rum.
— from The Ebbing Of The Tide South Sea Stories - 1896 by Louis Becke

Another excellent assistant was an elderly gentleman of Navarre, enormously rich, who was continually purchasing copies on his own account, which he, as I was told, sent into his native province, for distribution amongst his friends and the poor.
— from The Bible in Spain Or, the Journeys, Adventures, and Imprisonments of an Englishman, in an Attempt to Circulate the Scriptures in the Peninsula by George Borrow

But the great generals of Napoleon, ever ready to bow to the will of the Emperor, whose superiority they all recognized, yielded a reluctant obedience to Joseph, whom they did not consider their superior in the art of war.
— from Joseph Bonaparte Makers of History by John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott

And, like a giant of no earthly race, To his broad shoulders heaved his ponderous mace.
— from The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan by William Lisle Bowles

He would make me wrestle and play at quoits and cudgels with plough-boys, shoot with the gamekeepers of neighboring estates, ride my pony over a rough country and dangerous leaps, and himself lead the way.
— from Lord Montagu's Page: An Historical Romance by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James