He must be one whose whole endeavour as poet and man it is to make his own sensations vibrate in unison with contemporary sensations; who makes the rhythm of his poem nothing else than the echoed rhythm of living things; who adjusts the beat of his verse to the beat of our own days, and takes into his quivering veins the streaming blood of our time.
— from Émile Verhaeren by Stefan Zweig

There must be no evidence that they ever reached New York."
— from The Destroyer: A Tale of International Intrigue by Burton Egbert Stevenson

Of their architectural works two at least were reckoned among the “Seven Wonders,” while others, not elevated to this exalted rank, were yet considered to be among the most curious and admirable of Oriental constructions.
— from The Seven Great Monarchies Of The Ancient Eastern World, Vol 4: Babylon The History, Geography, And Antiquities Of Chaldaea, Assyria, Babylon, Media, Persia, Parthia, And Sassanian or New Persian Empire; With Maps and Illustrations. by George Rawlinson

His knowledge of anatomy naturally was not equal to the exact requirements of science, the pose of his figures not absolutely conformable to the ideals of the dilettante in respect of grace of carriage or correctness of deportment.
— from Memlinc by J. Cyril M. (James Cyril M.) Weale

Mapleton had started the Parkinson schedule for several years, invariably providing just the amount of fight desired, and today was no exception to the established rule.
— from Quarter-Back Bates by Ralph Henry Barbour

Well, this schism is nothing else than the external realization of the inward conflict between reason and imagination.
— from The Philosophy of History, Vol. 1 of 2 by Friedrich von Schlegel

In the direct hernia, which is of rare occurrence, there is but one proper layer,—that furnished by the superficial abdominal fascia: not unfrequently there is an imperfect additional envelope, furnished by fibres from the edge of the external ring; sometimes the tumour does not escape through the external rin
— from Elements of Surgery by Robert Liston

The soft note echoed through the empty room, for the artist had quietly slipped away into a further one beyond.
— from The Man with the Double Heart by Muriel Hine