The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety.
— from The Aesop for Children With pictures by Milo Winter by Aesop

2 Then learning what he might and guessing more, His ready wit came soon to understand The journey to the far Laconian shore; Whither to fly and seek his love he plan'd: And making good escape in dark of night, Ere the sun crost his true meridian flight He by Teuthronè struck the southern strand.
— from The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight Dramas by Robert Bridges

Deep in her heart was a conviction that Owen would, in spite of all her spells, marry at last a frump; and this from no evidence that she could have represented as adequate, but simply from her deep uneasiness, her belief that such a special sensibility as her own could have been inflicted on a woman only as a source of anguish.
— from The Spoils of Poynton by Henry James

Have ye not eyes to see Cometas, him who filched a pipe but two days back from me?
— from Theocritus, translated into English Verse by Theocritus

Every means had been taken for discovering them, but not even the slightest clue had been obtained, and he acknowledged that he had very slight hopes that we should ever again hear of them.
— from The Boy who sailed with Blake by William Henry Giles Kingston

"Not exactly that," said Carlo, humming carelessly.
— from Vittoria — Volume 8 by George Meredith

The main post road ran from northern New England to Savannah, closely hugging the seacoast for the greater part of the way.
— from The Age of Invention: A Chronicle of Mechanical Conquest by Holland Thompson

Nothing, not even the sea corridor, had balked her like that terrible distance, calm, sunlit, yet gloomy like a recumbent giant.
— from The Beach of Dreams: A Romance by H. De Vere (Henry De Vere) Stacpoole

The charms of goodness, and the bright rewards which await it, were painted in such living colors on his face, that not even the stranger could have beheld it unmoved.
— from The Life of General Francis Marion by M. L. (Mason Locke) Weems