3 For the night—tho’ clear—shall frown— And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the Heaven, With light like Hope to mortals given— But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever: 4 Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish— Now are visions ne’er to vanish— From thy spirit shall they pass No more—like dew-drop from the grass: 5 The breeze—the breath of God—is still— And the mist upon the hill Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token— How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!— 1827.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

The natural dryness of my companion being overcome by liquor, he honoured me by the way with many compliments and professions, of friendship, for which I made suitable acknowledgments, and told him I thought myself happy in having, by my behaviour, removed the unfavourable opinion he entertained of me at first sight.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster: An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither He sends so poor a pinion of his wing, Which had superfluous kings for messengers Not many moons gone by.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

All 'others,' as such, are according to him identical.
— from The Will to Believe, and Other Essays in Popular Philosophy by William James

She looked first of all at that suit and at the hat in my hand, then turned an impatient, searching glance upon my face as though studying it.
— from The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

They are vices that always go together, but in truth such actions as these have in them still more of presumption than want of wit.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

Har answered: It is said that to the south and above this heaven is another heaven, which is called Andlang.
— from The Younger Edda; Also called Snorre's Edda, or The Prose Edda by Snorri Sturluson

He added, “that his suspicions were much increased by some very absurd speeches I had delivered at first to his sailors, and afterwards to himself, in relation to my closet or chest, as well as by my odd looks and behaviour while I was at supper.”
— from Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World by Jonathan Swift

235 I have not translated the clause, “quum sint diversæ stelæ,” as, according to Hardouin, it is not found “in probatissimis codd.
— from The Natural History of Pliny, Volume 1 (of 6) by the Elder Pliny

We were barely out of the Dutch waters when, suddenly, a cloud of smoke appeared at the horizon in front of us.
— from My Three Years in a German Prison by Henri Severin Beland

I have taken no steps, because I wished to get some advice as to how I should act under the circumstances.
— from A Coin of Edward VII: A Detective Story by Fergus Hume

"Christina is giving a bit dance," she said apologetically, "and the house is at sixes and sevens.
— from A Reconstructed Marriage by Amelia E. Barr

nor—. She made a full stop here; perhaps because of George's sudden appearance, and the hilarity in which he and Frank indulged.
— from Overland Tales by Josephine Clifford

And, speaking of some previous inquiries into human kinship, the same author adds: "They have interpreted primitive custom by ideas which are far from primitive, which, in fact, are relatively late and belong to the legal stage of human culture.
— from The Family among the Australian Aborigines, a Sociological Study by Bronislaw Malinowski

Spiritual creation requires to be treated as an end complete in itself, and must follow the laws of its own being; it claims an inalienable supremacy above all trivial human interests, which yet for a time dominate the common life.
— from Life's Basis and Life's Ideal: The Fundamentals of a New Philosophy of Life by Rudolf Eucken

It was the smoky air and the highballs, I suppose, which left his eyes a little bloodshot as he turned slowly about and studied my face.
— from The Prairie Child by Arthur Stringer