Here, a long ladder on the rungs of which we ourselves have rested and risen, which we have actually been at times.
— from Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

sighed Letty one day, after hearing a long list of the dead and wounded in one of the great battles of that second summer.
— from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott

The next day she sent to inquire the names of all the people in the neighborhood, and had a long list of the most uncommon and extraordinary for the little man when he made his appearance.
— from The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

The best-known essay is that on "Ancient and Modern Learning," but Lamb refers also to those "On Health and Long Life," "Of the Cure of the Gout," "Of Gardening."
— from The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb

My eldest uncle, John, had left me an estate in land, near Epping, of about thirty pounds a year; and I had a long lease of the "Black Bull,"
— from Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Regions of the World by Jonathan Swift

Without Aldersgate on the left hand is the parish church of St. Buttolph; on the north side of the which church lieth a way called Little Britane street, towards the priory of St. Bartholomew in Smithfield; but the highway without Aldersgate runneth straight north from the said gate unto Houndes ditch, or Barbican street, on the right hand, and Long lane on the left hand, which runneth into Smithfield.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

Zverkov was talking of some exuberant lady whom he had at last led on to declaring her love (of course, he was lying like a horse), and how he had been helped in this affair by an intimate friend of his, a Prince Kolya, an officer in the hussars, who had three thousand serfs.
— from White Nights and Other Stories The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

And now I tell you that the entire result is only that he has a little less of the unconscious, a little more of the conscious within him.
— from A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud

The morning in which Mr Jones departed, Mrs Western summoned Sophia into her apartment; and having first acquainted her that she had obtained her liberty of her father, she proceeded to read her a long lecture on the subject of matrimony; which she treated not as a romantic scheme of happiness arising from love, as it hath been described by the poets; nor did she mention any of those purposes for which we are taught by divines to regard it as instituted by sacred authority; she considered it rather as a fund in which prudent women deposit their fortunes to the best advantage, in order to receive a larger interest for them than they could have elsewhere.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

Ah, you are happy that you haf a home to go in," he said, when she told him, and sat silently pulling his beard in the corner, while she held a little levee on that last evening.
— from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Sylvester read this letter as he and Lucian lay on the short fine turf of a bluff headland in the Isle of Orkney, not far from Kirkwall, looking over the northern sea, now blue and dancing in summer sunshine.
— from Amethyst: The Story of a Beauty by Christabel R. (Christabel Rose) Coleridge

After work he sat under one of the large maples near the house, and while resting, if alone, carefully studied the higher and lower laws of the birds over his head and the insects at his feet.
— from Eli and Sibyl Jones, Their Life and Work by Rufus M. (Rufus Matthew) Jones

I promise you I'll be reasonable--never complain any more--only stop here a little longer, only three weeks longer--two weeks."
— from The Son of His Mother by Clara Viebig

Harry always liked living on the land.
— from The Measure of a Man by Amelia E. Barr

This is important to the trapper who has a long line of traps out.
— from Steel Traps Describes the Various Makes and Tells How to Use Them, Also Chapters on Care of Pelts, Etc. by A. R. (Arthur Robert) Harding

He sent a shaggy, tatter'd, 160 staring slave, That, when he speaks, draws out his grisly beard, And winds it twice or thrice about his ear; Whose face has been a grind-stone for men's swords; His hands are hack'd, some fingers cut quite off; Who, when he speaks, grunts like a hog, and looks Like one that is employ'd in catzery 161
— from The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe

The dean often went to watch him at his work, and sat on a packing case (the only article which the room contained at the time) by the hour together talking to him, a circumstance which, taken with the fact that other gentlemen in the neighbourhood also called upon him and lingered long on the premises, greatly exercised the inquisitive minds of the multitude, especially when it was perceived that the Tenor, instead of being elated by their condescension, accepted it as a matter of course, and continued always the same—sad, preoccupied, impassive, seldom smiling, never surprised, taking no healthy interest in anything.
— from The Heavenly Twins by Sarah Grand

Thunderclouds have as little love of the lightnings they fling.
— from Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Complete by George Meredith