The Emperor and all his Court came out to meet us when we reached the capital; but his great officials would not suffer his Majesty to risk his person by mounting on my body.
— from The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

When by living with a man a courtesan simply gets money, this is called a gain of wealth not attended by any other gain.
— from The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana Translated From the Sanscrit in Seven Parts With Preface, Introduction and Concluding Remarks by Vatsyayana

The latter spent the whole of her youth in good old Weimar, not without coming into contact with Goethe's circle.
— from Ecce Homo Complete Works, Volume Seventeen by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Our constant attention to that great object will not suffer us to overlook a most important edict of Antoninus Caracalla, which communicated to all the free inhabitants of the empire the name and privileges of Roman citizens.
— 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

CHAPTER LVI Georgy is Made a Gentleman Georgy Osborne was now fairly established in his grandfather's mansion in Russell Square, occupant of his father's room in the house and heir apparent of all the splendours there.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

3230 Probably a writer on geography, of whom no particulars are known.
— from The Natural History of Pliny, Volume 1 (of 6) by the Elder Pliny

For which great object were not now the time: now when that proud Termagant of the Seas has her hands full?
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

The three hundred millions, created by the error of a scribe, are reduced to the decent revenue of four millions three hundred thousand pieces of gold, of which nine hundred thousand were consumed by the pay of the soldiers.
— 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

Since the meaning they embody is ideal and radiates from within outward, and since the image to which that meaning is attributed is controlled by a real external object, meaning and image, as time goes on, will necessarily fall apart.
— from The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress by George Santayana

Write up your depursments for your Master Christ, and keep the account of what ye give out, whether name, credit, goods, or life, and suspend your reckoning till nigh the evening; and remember that a poor weak servant of Christ wrote it to you, that ye shall have Christ, a King, caution for your incomes and all your losses.
— from Letters of Samuel Rutherford (Third Edition) by Samuel Rutherford

[13] [14] [15] FRANKLIN'S CROSSING OF THE BARREN GROUNDS "One who never turned his back, But marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break."
— from True Tales of Arctic Heroism in the New World by A. W. (Adolphus Washington) Greely

Nettie's mornings were always spent at school; Mrs. Mathieson would have that, as she said, whether she could get on without Nettie or no.
— from Little Nettie; or, Home Sunshine by Susan Warner

Some guns were then brought to bear upon them, and subsequently a brisk fire of musketry; but notwithstanding the awful sacrifice which was thus offered up in defence of their precious charge, they succeeded in reaching the main line of retreat, favoured by the universal confusion, as also by the general obscurity which now prevailed; and thus saved alike the eagle and the honour of the regiment.
— from The Fifteen Decisive Battles of the World: from Marathon to Waterloo by Creasy, Edward Shepherd, Sir

It was written in a shaky round hand like a servant’s, and its German orthography was not wholly above criticism.
— from Linnet: A Romance by Grant Allen

They departed, and Time did show quicker than he levels abbeys, for at the second step Margaret stopped, and could neither go one way nor the other, but stood stock still. “Reicht,” said she piteously, “what else have I on earth?
— from The Cloister and the Hearth by Charles Reade

“Let us wander away through the Shadow Wood, Through the Shadow Wood to the Shadow Land, Where the trees have speech and the blossoms brood, Like visible music; and, hand in hand, {338} The winds and the waves go, rainbow-hued: Where ever the voice of beauty sighs, And ever the dance of dreams goes on; Where nothing grows old: and the dead and gone, And the loved and the lost, smile into your eyes.
— from The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 5 (of 5) Poems of meditation and of forest and field by Madison Julius Cawein

How would the farm go on with nobody to mind it but a woman?
— from Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy