Weak sight and a vain persuasion withal, may effect as much, and second causes concurring, as an oar in water makes a refraction, and seems bigger, bended double, &c.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

And many another suppliant crying came With noise of ravage wrought by beast and man, And evermore a knight would ride away.
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

Mezzola is in the territories of the Duke of Modena; a ship can cross the gulf in the night, and our goods will be placed in storehouses, which will be erected.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

High overhead gulls were wheeling and tossing like bits of white paper; from some distant marsh a solitary curlew called.
— from The King in Yellow by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers

There is indeed in mind that heat it gets When seething in rage, and flashes from the eyes More swiftly fire; there is, again, that wind, Much, and so cold, companion of all dread, Which rouses the shudder in the shaken frame; There is no less that state of air composed, Making the tranquil breast, the serene face.
— from On the Nature of Things by Titus Lucretius Carus

So that if it is true, on the one hand, that some lax monks, and some corrupt casuists, who are not members of the hierarchy, are steeped in these corruptions, it is, on the other hand, certain that the true pastors of the Church, who are the true guardians of the Divine Word, have preserved it unchangeably against the efforts of those who have attempted to destroy it.
— from Pascal's Pensées by Blaise Pascal

Money adds spirits, courage, &c. 2212 .
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Las tierras no muy altas se llaman tierras calientes; las tierras más altas se conocen con el nombre de tierras templadas.
— from A First Spanish Reader by Erwin W. (Erwin William) Roessler

Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the old high-spired cathedrals, That little house alone more than them all—poor, desperate house! Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul, Unclaim'd, avoided house—take one breath from my tremulous lips, Take one tear dropt aside as I go for thought of you, Dead house of love—house of madness and sin, crumbled, crush'd, House of life, erewhile talking and laughing—but ah, poor house, dead even then, Months, years, an echoing, garnish'd house—but dead, dead, dead.
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

[70-1] Y se marchó a su casa con paso lento, y pasó
— from Novelas Cortas by Pedro Antonio de Alarcón

All this time Red Riding Hood was gathering flowers; and when she had picked as many as she could carry, she thought of her grandmother, and hurried to the cottage.
— from My Book of Favourite Fairy Tales by Edric Vredenburg

Her manners are so completely changed, that I am confident she is deranged, and it is no use quarrelling with mad people."
— from The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 3 of 3) by Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady

He excelled as a draughtsman, but when he came to paint the Field of Eylau and the Pest of Jaffa he mingled color, light, air, movement, action, sacrificing classic composition and repose to reality.
— from A Text-Book of the History of Painting by John Charles Van Dyke

“He's a cur!” yells the Master, “a sneaking, cowardly cur.
— from Ranson's Folly by Richard Harding Davis

and she began directly to pluck and collect them, and she brought home as many as she could carry; and in the evening she began to card and spin them into yarn.
— from Fairy Tales From all Nations by Anthony R. (Anthony Reubens) Montalba

As many as shalbe Confirmed, come all together with euery one a godfather.
— from The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques and Discoveries of the English Nation — Volume 06 Madiera, the Canaries, Ancient Asia, Africa, etc. by Richard Hakluyt

Yet now, when Olivo introduced him to Marcolina as Signor Casanova, Chevalier de Seingalt, she smiled as she would have smiled at some utterly indifferent name that carried with it no aroma of adventure and mystery.
— from Casanova's Homecoming by Arthur Schnitzler