Whereupon dispersed Feuillantism, or that Party which loves Liberty yet not more than Monarchy, will likewise have its Festival: Festival of Simonneau, unfortunate Mayor of Etampes, who died for the Law; most surely for the Law, though Jacobinism disputes; being trampled down with his Red Flag in the riot about grains.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with both hands as if he had carried it the whole way and said to the giant: “Fancy a big lout like you not being able to carry a tree!”
— from The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

“Lor' love you, no,” said the woman; “who'd hurt a little thing like 'im?
— from The Railway Children by E. (Edith) Nesbit

“Lord love you, no!—I shouldn't,” said Mr. Carton.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Why, my dear young lady loves you now, better than she does any body in the whole world, though she pretends to deny it.'
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

But long she'ath beene away, long, long, yet none Offers to tell us who it is that's gone.
— from The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2) Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts by John Donne

“Alike?” said the Porter, whose name was Perks, “lor, love you, no, Miss.
— from The Railway Children by E. (Edith) Nesbit

"Lord love you, no!"
— from The Rules of the Game by Stewart Edward White

"Filthy vermin," he said by way of greeting, "you look like you need an airing."
— from The Butterfly Kiss by Arthur Dekker Savage

And Juan Lerma loved you not?
— from The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II. by Robert Montgomery Bird

"It looks like you now," put in Jerry, who had been inspecting the same painting, while the other boys walked up and down the halls and made an interested examination of the many large oils which lined the walls.
— from The Boy Scouts of the Air in Indian Land by Gordon (Adventure story writer) Stuart

And haply science, which can find the stars, Had searched the heights: had sounded depths as well By catching much at books where logic lurked, Yet nowhere found they aught could overcome Necessity; not any medicine served, Which Thrakian tablets treasure, Orphic voice Wrote itself down upon: nor remedy Which Phoibos gave to the Asklepiadai; Cutting the roots of many a virtuous herb To solace overburdened mortals.
— from The Complete Poetic and Dramatic Works of Robert Browning Cambridge Edition by Robert Browning

Surely they must know better than a lad like you!" Ned shrugged his shoulders in despair, and went out to see what were the preparations for defence.
— from By Pike and Dyke: a Tale of the Rise of the Dutch Republic by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty