Burgh , sb. borough, town, fortress, shelter, MD; burghe , PP, CM; borghe , PP; borw , PP; borugh , PP; borowe , PP; borh , S; burch , S; burh , S; bureh , MD, S; biri , MD, S; berie , S; borwȝ , S2; borwes , pl. , PP, MD.—AS.
— from A Concise Dictionary of Middle English from A.D. 1150 to 1580 by A. L. (Anthony Lawson) Mayhew

Some of the minor prophecies have come true; some of the minor and some of the major ones have not been fulfilled yet, and of course may never be: still, I should be more surprised if they failed to arrive than if they didn’t.”
— from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain

This shall be my standard of interpretation."
— from Know the Truth: A Critique on the Hamiltonian Theory of Limitation Including Some Strictures Upon the Theories of Rev. Henry L. Mansel and Mr. Herbert Spencer by Jesse Henry Jones

"He shall be my summer gauk," she said; and she took the delicate Flower and laid it in a piece of scented paper, on which verses were written, beginning with summer gauk and ending with summer gauk.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

'Short be my speech;—nor time affords, Nor my plain temper, glozing words.
— from The Lady of the Lake by Walter Scott

Alas, a harder fate is mine, Reft both of realm and queen to pine, And, like the bank which floods erode, I sink beneath my sorrow's load.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

Obedient to her reputed father’s command and influenced by her mysterious dread of Padre Salvi, Maria Clara consents to this arrangement, but becomes seriously ill, only to be saved by medicines sent secretly by Ibarra and clandestinely administered by a girl friend.
— from The Reign of Greed by José Rizal

" The beautiful truth burst upon my mind—I felt that there were invisible lines stretched between my spirit and the spirits of others.
— from The Story of My Life With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy by Helen Keller

Because he was not allowed to plant Indigo in the rice-field, the wicked Saheb beat the Majo and Sajo Babus most severely; and how very difficult was it to get them out of his clutches; the ploughs and kine were sold, and at that crisis the two Mandals left the village.
— from Nil Darpan; or, The Indigo Planting Mirror, A Drama. Translated from the Bengali by a Native. by Dinabandhu Mitra

It has its root in the will of him who obeys: it rests not only on his instinct, but on his reason; and consequently it will often spontaneously become more strict as danger requires it.
— from Democracy in America — Volume 2 by Alexis de Tocqueville

The serpent beguiled me, says Eve; Mr. Badman beguiles his creditors.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Complete by John Bunyan

He pretended to be surprised by my surprise.
— from The Crime and the Criminal by Richard Marsh

And thus all things shall be made sure, according to the laws of the land.
— from History of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Volume 1 Period 1. History of Joseph Smith, the Prophet by Smith, Joseph, Jr.

No sooner was I in some sequestered spot than Charlotte, with her white hands, came to sit by my side.
— from The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England, Volume 2 (of 6) Mémoires d'outre-tombe, volume 2 by Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de

Soon—indeed I may venture to say at once,—at once, on the very first evening she made me her companion; she sat by my side, and if the game separated us a moment, she soon contrived to find her old place again.
— from Letters from Switzerland and Travels in Italy by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

If the young lady should prove cruel, I should be much surprised."
— from Frédérique, vol. 2 by Paul de Kock

why take such pains to know, “What some brave Marble soon in Church shall show: “Where not alone her gracious Name shall stand, “But how she liv’d the Blessing of the Land; “How much we all deplor’d the noble Dead, “What Groans we utter’d and what Tears we shed; “Tears, true as those, which in the sleepy Eyes “Of weeping Cherubs on the Stone shall rise: “Tears, true as those, which, ere she found her Grave, “The noble Lady to our Sorrows gave.
— from Poems by George Crabbe