The German who objects to this on the ground of uniformity, does so because he is too apt to think of the great similarity which exists between the different sections of Germany.
— from The Americans by Hugo Münsterberg

They did not endeavour to lift up their hopes or their aspirations above that; they were willing so to go on until death should come.
— from Mrs. Halliburton's Troubles by Wood, Henry, Mrs.

This wondrous allegation is no novelty; it has not unfrequently reached me from that region where gentle (or ungentle) dulness so often holds unchecked sway—the pulpit.
— from Essays Upon Some Controverted Questions by Thomas Henry Huxley

"She is gaining on us, Dory," said Thad; and he and his companions were watching the Missisquoi all the time.
— from All Adrift; Or, The Goldwing Club by Oliver Optic

While, therefore, now Her pensive footstep stirr’d The darnell’d garden of unheedful death, She ask’d what Millicent was like, and heard Of eyes like her’s, and honeysuckle breath, And of a wiser than a woman’s brow, Yet fill’d with only woman’s love, and how An incidental greatness character’d Her unconsider’d ways.
— from The Victories of Love, and Other Poems by Coventry Patmore

one of unseriall, in some parte: for I wolde suppose that this worde unseriall dothe not vnaptly signifye perfectione of coolor, so that She having a Garlande of Grene oke unseriall, doth signyfye the oke to be grene and unseriall, that is, (as some do expounde this worde unseriall,) unsered, unsinged, unwithered, of freshe coolor, lyke unto the oke Quercus whiche hath no sered nor withered cooloor in his leafes.
— from Animaduersions uppon the annotacions and corrections of some imperfections of impressiones of Chaucer's workes 1865 edition by Francis Thynne

Cole had no place to take them to, so Mr. Leonard promised to find some one who would assume charge of them, under a guarantee never to work them, but to keep them in good order until death should claim them for the grave.
— from The Art of Kissing: Curiously, Historically, Humorously, Poetically Considered by Will Rossiter

I had an idea that “Ole Sallie” was a weapon of some sort, and I was right, for a half a second later the big nigger rose to his full height, threw open a razor, turned around three times (coming close to me as he [166] wheeled) and yelled, “Git off uv dis stage, don’t I’ll cut yo’ throats—every one uv you.”
— from Tar Heel Tales by H. E. C. (Henry Edward Cowan) Bryant