Amongst the works of modern painters were pictures with the signatures of Delacroix, Ingres, Decamps, Troyon, Meissonier, Daubigny, etc.; and some admirable statues in marble and bronze, after the finest antique models, stood upon pedestals in the corners of this magnificent museum.
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne

The same doth happen in all directions forth: From whatso side a space is made a void, Whether from crosswise or above, forthwith The neighbour particles are borne along Into the vacuum; for of verity, They're set a-going by poundings from elsewhere, Nor by themselves of own accord can they Rise upwards into the air.
— from On the Nature of Things by Titus Lucretius Carus

“I am so awfully sorry,” I murmured as the car started.
— from The Garden Party, and Other Stories by Katherine Mansfield

As for the lady, she abode alone and disconsolate till nightfall, when she disguised herself as most she might and repaired to a village hard by, where, having gotten from an old woman that which she needed, she fitted the doublet to her shape and shortening it, made a pair of linen breeches of her shift; then, having cut her hair and altogether transformed herself in the guise of a sailor, she betook herself to the sea-shore, where, as chance would have it, she found a Catalan gentleman, by name Senor Encararch, who had landed at Alba from a ship he had in the offing, to refresh himself at a spring there.
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

We shall see Paris only for a little while as we come back to take up our line of march for the ship, and so I may as well bid the beautiful city a regretful farewell.
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

I cannot feel friendly toward my quondam fellow-American, Napoleon III., especially at this time,—[July, 1867.]—when in fancy I see his credulous victim, Maximilian, lying stark and stiff in Mexico, and his maniac widow watching eagerly from her French asylum for the form that will never come—but I do admire his nerve, his calm self-reliance, his shrewd good sense.
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

He could take a ptarmigan from its nest, kill a rabbit as it slept, and snap in mid air the little chipmunks fleeing a second too late for the trees.
— from The Call of the Wild by Jack London

The thorn-woods over Ethandune Stand stiff as spikes in mail; As to the Haut King came at morn Dead Roland on a doubtful horn, Seemed unto Alfred lightly borne The last cry of the Gael.
— from The Ballad of the White Horse by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

What is she like?" "She is so beautiful, mother," he said, "that I am sure you would love her; she is as fair and sweet as she is modest and true.
— from Dora Thorne by Charlotte M. Brame

A Christian savours a sweetness in meekness and long suffering, he hath more delight in forgiving, and forbearing, and praying for them that wrong him, than a natural man hath in the accomplishing of the most greedy desires of revenge.
— from The Works of the Rev. Hugh Binning by Hugh Binning

I am glad to think so, and so is Mrs Aveling.
— from Leslie Ross; or, Fond of a Lark by Charles Bruce

The hackles do not differ much in the various breeds, but are short and stiff in Malays, and absent in Hennies.
— from The Variation of Animals and Plants under Domestication by Charles Darwin

There was scarcely a store in Madison at which he had not sought for employment.
— from Married Life; Its Shadows and Sunshine by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur

The parental Louis, as he grew more sober and staid, insisted more and more on external decorum and dealt sharply with immoral conduct among his courtiers.
— from Early French Prisons Le Grand and Le Petit Châtelets; Vincennes; The Bastile; Loches; The Galleys; Revolutionary Prisons by Arthur Griffiths

Kit straightened her shoulders and stood in martial attitude.
— from Greenacre Girls by Izola L. (Izola Louise) Forrester