She knew the Latin—that is, 'the Lord's prayer,' And Greek—the alphabet—I 'm nearly sure; She read some French romances here and there, Although her mode of speaking was not pure; For native Spanish she had no great care, At least her conversation was obscure; Her thoughts were theorems, her words a problem, As if she deem'd that mystery would ennoble 'em.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

At length he comes to pay respect, Yet still shows somewhat of neglect; Speaks not a word: no single mention Of the great deities' attention.
— from The Fables of La Fontaine Translated into English Verse by Walter Thornbury and Illustrated by Gustave Doré by Jean de La Fontaine

Not but that in one sense, and a very grand one, good theology, good art, or good literature, has certain features shared in common.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

52 In the morning and evening of each day, his civil and military servants attended their duty in the palace; their labors were repaid by the sight, perhaps by the smile, of their lord; his commands were signified by a nod or a sign: but all earthly greatness stood silent and submissive in his presence.
— 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

I love his company, and he secures me against ever having the stone again.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

The breath of his good faith came short, however, as he recognised how long he had waited, or how long at least his companion had.
— from The Beast in the Jungle by Henry James

You see, he really had paralysis, and working within this definite limitation, he couldn’t be so jolly paralytic as I was.
— from The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

He loves his children—oh, I know that well enough!
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Or see, this comfortable couch—will you lie here?" coaxingly.
— from Phyllis by Duchess

But Christ, not at the end of a year, but at the end of the great world-era of the Lord, has come to offer up himself,—no lamb so unblemished as he; his voluntary and immortal spirit, than which was nothing ever more divinely consecrate, becomes officiating priest, and strikes his own person with immolating blow; it falls and bleeds on earth, as on the outer altar, standing on the threshold of the sanctuary of heaven: thither he ascends with the memorials of his death, vanishes into the Holy of Holies of the skies, presents himself before the very living God, and sanctifies the temple there and worshippers here: saying to us, ‘drop now for ever the legal burdens that weigh you down; doubt not that you are free, as my glorified spirit here, from the defilements you are wont to dread; I stay behind this veil of visible things to clear you of all such taint, and put away such sin eternally.
— from Unitarianism Defended A Series of Lectures by Three Protestant Dissenting Ministers of Liverpool by John Hamilton Thom

Sure enough where a second before the dead brown leaf had been was a tiny little fellow, so tiny that that leaf had covered him completely, and it wasn't a very big leaf.
— from The Burgess Animal Book for Children by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess

I was aware that about once in two years she made a call at our house, the vicarage, whether as a mark of politeness to us, or to show [Pg 7] that, though she never entered a church, she still chose to lend her countenance and approval to the Establishment, or whether merely out of old use and habit, I knew not.
— from The First Violin A Novel by Jessie Fothergill

Boswell, on the day before the trial, after telling Johnson how he had witnessed the executions at Tyburn, and expressing his surprise that none of the wretches seemed to think anything of the matter, mentioned that Foote, the actor, had shown him a letter which he had received from Tom Davies, and in which the writer affirmed that he had not had a wink of sleep owing to his anxiety in respect of “this sad affair of Baretti,” and begging Foote to suggest some way by which he could be of service to the accused, adding that should Mr. Foote be in need of anything in the pickle line, he could strongly recommend him to an industrious young man who had lately set up in that business.
— from A Georgian Pageant by Frank Frankfort Moore

When Charley Podmore (the pleasing tenor singer, T.R.D.L., and at the Back Kitchen Concert Rooms) married, and went to live at Lambeth, he ceded his chambers to Mr. Bows and Captain Costigan, who occupy them in common now, and you may often hear the tones of Mr. Bows's piano of fine days when the windows are open, and when he is practising for amusement, or for the instruction of a theatrical pupil, of whom he has one or two.
— from The History of Pendennis by William Makepeace Thackeray

Notwithstanding the money that Sir Kenneth received with her, he died deeply in debt, and left his children insufficiently provided for.
— from History of the Mackenzies, with genealogies of the principal families of the name by Alexander Mackenzie

He therefore proposed to give Lot his choice of all the land and to take what was left.
— from Heart Talks by Charles Wesley Naylor

Warburton, on the other hand, had had honest warning that acknowledgement would not be made for this part of his help; and if his synopsis were followed, as seems likely, his condemnation of the Preface as "Theobald's heap of disjointed stuff" was disingenuous, to say the least.
— from Preface to the Works of Shakespeare (1734) by Mr. (Lewis) Theobald

"When was it that the man came and prospected?" asked the Senator with a quick gleam coming into his ugly little eyes and the smile veil took on another layer of density, while his hand trembled slightly as he lighted his cigar.
— from Rose of Old Harpeth by Maria Thompson Daviess