to retire to Ireland and retrench, assigning over the best part of my income to the creditors until their demands were met, my Lady was quite cheerful at the idea of going, and said, if we would be quiet, she had no doubt all would be well; indeed, was glad to undergo the comparative poverty in which we must now live for the sake of the retirement and the chance of domestic quiet which she hoped to enjoy.
— from Barry Lyndon by William Makepeace Thackeray

[The Peasantry.] BONNET (Abbe), Cure of Montegnac near Limoges from 1814 on.
— from Repertory of The Comedie Humaine, Complete, A — Z by Anatole Cerfberr

Bring with thee murky fogs from hell, which may drink up the day; bring blight and pestiferous exhalations, which, entering the hollow caverns and breathing places of earth, may fill her stony veins with corruption, so that not only herbage may no longer flourish, the trees may rot, and the rivers run with gall—but the everlasting mountains be decomposed, and the mighty deep putrify, and the genial atmosphere which clips the globe, lose all powers of generation and sustenance.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

It is amid clear senses we might naturally look for full horror of madness, and there indeed do we find it.
— from Demonology and Devil-lore by Moncure Daniel Conway

" As I went about my preparations to leave Master and my native land for the unknown shores of America, I experienced not a little trepidation.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

Be ready to stand by me to the end, abandon me not left forlorn of thee when thou dost visit the kings.
— from The Argonautica by Rhodius Apollonius

And these people were strangers to me, not like familiar friends, who could wait for an explanation.
— from Neighbours on the Green by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

H2 anchor "MYLO JONES'S WIFE" "Mylo Jones's wife" was all I heerd, mighty near, last Fall— Visitun relations down T'other side of Morgantown!
— from Riley Farm-Rhymes by James Whitcomb Riley

And yet it might not last for long.
— from Swirling Waters by Max Rittenberg

“Mighty nice looking fellow,” was the reply.
— from The Six River Motor Boat Boys on the St. Lawrence; Or, The Lost Channel by Harry Gordon

Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords; for those that tame wild horses Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, But stop their mouth with stubborn bits and spur 'em
— from King Henry the Eighth by William Shakespeare

In the labours of Catlin’s hand and in the achievements of his pencil, we and our descendants must now look for the history of our national ancestry.
— from Adventures of the Ojibbeway and Ioway Indians in England, France, and Belgium; Vol. 1 (of 2) being Notes of Eight Years' Travels and Residence in Europe with his North American Indian Collection by George Catlin

O, women , kneeling by your altar rails long hence, When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer, And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense; Bend down and pray for the great sin I wove in song, Till Mary of the wounded heart cry a sweet cry, And call to my beloved and me: ‘No longer fly Amid the hovering, piteous, penitential throng.’
— from The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 1 (of 8) Poems Lyrical and Narrative by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

Still I own that the chance is small, and you must not look forward in any way to my returning with news.”
— from The Cat of Bubastes: A Tale of Ancient Egypt by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

And he particularly studied how the father's virtues had deflected and become transformed into vices in the son—the most noble qualities being perverted, heroic and disinterested energy lapsing into a ferocious appetite for possession, the man of battle leading to the man of booty, since the great gusts of enthusiasm no longer swept by, since men no longer fought, since they remained there resting, pillaging, and devouring amidst the heaped-up spoils.
— from The Three Cities Trilogy: Rome, Volume 2 by Émile Zola