Sometimes by the devil's help as magicians, [866] witches: sometimes by impostures, mixtures, poisons, stratagems, single combats, wars, we hack and hew, as if we were ad internecionem nati , like Cadmus' soldiers born to consume one another.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Defoe's Apparition of Mrs. Veal, Memoirs of a Cavalier , and Journal of the Plague Year are such mixtures of fact, fiction, and credulity that they defy classification; while other so-called "novels," like Captain Singleton, Moll Flanders , and Roxana , are but, little better than picaresque stories, with a deal of unnatural moralizing and repentance added for puritanical effect.
— from English Literature Its History and Its Significance for the Life of the English-Speaking World by William J. (William Joseph) Long

No vivimos, no, [6] como siervos futuros ni como aldeanos deslumbrados, sino con la determinación y la capacidad de contribuir a que se la estime por sus méritos, y se la respete por sus sacrificios: porque las mismas guerras que de pura ignorancia [7] le echan en cara [8] los que no la conocen, son el timbre de honor [9] de nuestros pueblos, que no han vacilado en acelerar con el abono de su sangre el camino del progreso, y pueden ostentar en la frente sus guerras como una corona.
— from Heath's Modern Language Series: The Spanish American Reader by Ernesto Nelson

That which crawls in the social third lower level is no longer complaint stifled by the absolute; it is the protest of matter.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

When two Names are joyned together into a Consequence, or Affirmation; as thus, A Man Is A Living Creature; or thus, If He Be A Man, He Is A Living Creature, If the later name Living Creature, signifie all that the former name Man signifieth, then the affirmation, or consequence is True; otherwise False.
— from Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes

He did not love Christine Stuart—never had loved Christine Stuart.
— from Anne of the Island by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

In the consulting-room he was met by his assistant, Sergey Sergeyitch—a fat little man with a plump, well-washed shaven face, with soft, smooth manners, wearing a new loosely cut suit, and looking more like a senator than a medical assistant.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

No longer could she do any work; she could only let her hands sink upon her lap, and there remain.
— from Fathers and Sons by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

[511] Neher ( loc. cit. ) suggested that the favorable action of the large excess of hydrochloric acid might well be due to the formation of AsCl 5 .
— from The Elements of Qualitative Chemical Analysis, vol. 1, parts 1 and 2. With Special Consideration of the Application of the Laws of Equilibrium and of the Modern Theories of Solution. by Julius Stieglitz

One of the museums in Kew Gardens, near London, contains specimens of this singularly ingenious manufacture, in various stages of progress.
— from Cassell's Book of In-door Amusements, Card Games, and Fireside Fun by Various

Yet she is brave; she does not lack courage; she came alone all the way from Brussels three days ago in order to bring her little girl to Antwerp and leave her in our care.
— from A Woman's Experiences in the Great War by Louise Mack

Where poaching is popular, no law can stop it.
— from Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great Philosophers, Volume 8 by Elbert Hubbard

It was not that the Bright Ones were absent, but that the dim eyes of rebel man no longer could see them.
— from Roundabout Papers by William Makepeace Thackeray

She was no longer crying, she had taken her seat on the sand in a dejected sort of manner and seemed watching the others as they moved about at their work.
— from Vanderdecken by H. De Vere (Henry De Vere) Stacpoole

As soon as the man with the plaited queue had driven the second peg into the ground they began measuring again, and so, still measuring, disappeared in another direction which took them in behind the sand dune where Tom no longer could see what they were doing.
— from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main by Howard Pyle

Neither sentiment nor local colour suggests the prairie or the camp.
— from American Sketches by Charles Whibley

The Manfredi were lords of Imola, a neat little city, situated in the midst of a rich alluvial territory between the foot of the Apennines and the Adriatic, about twenty miles to the south of Bologna; a compact and very desirable little sovereignty in short, with taxes capable of an increased yield in the hands of an enterprising possessor.
— from A Decade of Italian Women, vol. 1 (of 2) by Thomas Adolphus Trollope