Finally, her own husband, towards the very end of his earthly life, did she gain unto Thee; nor had she to complain of that in him as a believer, which before he was a believer she had borne from him.
— from The Confessions of St. Augustine by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

According to M. Guizot, "Tacite a peint les Germains comme Montaigne et Rousseau les sauvages, dans un acces d'humeur contre sa patrie: son livre est une satire des moeurs Romaines, l'eloquente boutade d'un patriote philosophe qui veut voir la vertu la, ou il ne rencontre pas la mollesse honteuse et la depravation savante d'une vielle societe."
— 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

Quanto he o que dizeis: que os Castellanos sam muytos, et vem grandes Capitanes, et senhores com elles, tanto vos serà mayor honra, et louvor de serem por vós vencidos, ca jà muytas vezes aconteceo os poucos vencerem muytos, porque todo o vencimento he em Deos, et nam nos homens.
— from History of Spanish and Portuguese Literature (Vol 2 of 2) by Friedrich Bouterwek

Becoming conscious of Lorelei's gaze, her escort looked down, showing his teeth in a grin that was not of pleasure.
— from The Auction Block by Rex Beach

There were three separate sheets of paper in the envelope, and the first which he took up was in John Saltram's hand—a hurried eager letter, dated some weeks before.
— from Fenton's Quest by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

But his eyes looked down sidelong, searching Bland's face for his inmost thought.
— from Skyrider by B. M. Bower

But the day's glory all forbade Such depth of woe. Came to our aid The sun, the birds, the springing things, The winging things, the singing things; And taught us this,— After each Winter cometh Spring,— God's hand is still in everything,— His mighty purposes are sure,— His endless love doth still endure, And will not cease, nor know remiss, Despite man's forfeiture .
— from 'All's Well!' by John Oxenham

The strange clamour of the streets smote upon his ear like dagger strokes into his heart, and his breath came in quick, short gasps.
— from The Ebbing Of The Tide South Sea Stories - 1896 by Louis Becke

"How exactly like Dicky," she said.
— from The Rosary by Florence L. (Florence Louisa) Barclay

There was no reason why her body should not follow where her eyes looked down so stupidly.
— from Forward from Babylon by Louis Golding