'May Heaven grant it!' said the queen; 'but is there no means by which the elder, who is so beautiful, can be endowed with some intelligence?'
— from Old-Time Stories by Charles Perrault

II I see thee quaintly Beneath the leaf; thy shell-shaped winglets faintly— As thin as spangle Of cobwebbed rain—held up at airy angle; I hear thy tinkle, Thy fairy notes, the silvery stillness sprinkle; Investing wholly The moonlight with divinest melancholy: Until, in seeming, I see the Spirit of the Summer dreaming Amid her ripened orchards, apple-strewn, Her great, grave eyes fixed on the harvest-moon.
— from A Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems by Madison Julius Cawein

We went down and ever down into an unconscionable gorge, to cross—such is the ghastly futility of Latin-America—an insignificant stream; then quickly began to climb again.
— from Vagabonding down the Andes Being the Narrative of a Journey, Chiefly Afoot, from Panama to Buenos Aires by Harry Alverson Franck

These, and similar hieroglyphical embassies, were as little effectual in settling the quarrel between Darius and Alexander, as they were in the case of the Ismailites, who resolved to procure for themselves that satisfaction which had been denied them.
— from The History of the Assassins, Derived from Oriental Sources by Hammer-Purgstall, Joseph, Freiherr von

But I see the queen beckoning us to come to our seats to listen to Ingomar’s story.”
— from The White Rose of Memphis by William C. (Clark) Falkner

Florence dooms me but death or banishment, Ferrara him a pittance and a cell, [309] Harder to bear and less deserved, for I 140 Had stung the factions which I strove to quell; But this meek man who with a lover's eye Will look on Earth and Heaven, and who will deign To embalm with his celestial flattery, As poor a thing as e'er was spawned to reign, [310] What will he do to merit such a doom?
— from The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 4 by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

It is soft, works easily, holds its shape well, and is tough, but is in no sense a competitor of oak and hickory in toughness, though it shows the quality best in thin panels which resist splitting and breaking.
— from American Forest Trees by Henry H. Gibson

“What place did you take?” “I was on the roof,” replied I, supposing the quaere bore allusion to the mode of my coming.
— from Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas by Charles James Lever