It was situated on slightly elevated ground near the royal park, behind the Duc de Grammont’s garden, and its owner had given it the name of “Pleasant Warsaw.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

Penetrad en su cuarto, a pesar de lo avanzado de la hora, y la sorprenderéis en grave tarea, compartido su espíritu entre
— from Doña Perfecta by Benito Pérez Galdós

Just as he is supposing that there is some extraordinary good fortune in store for him: “Come hither,” says his master; on which he skips up to him, quickened by the joyous hope of a sure reward.
— from The Fables of Phædrus Literally translated into English prose with notes by Phaedrus

I can't decide whether you're to put on your swellest evening gown, or let your hair down and put on short skirts and make-believe you're a little girl.”
— from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis

Important works, however, should be read entire in one of the inexpensive school editions given below.
— from English Literature Its History and Its Significance for the Life of the English-Speaking World by William J. (William Joseph) Long

'Do me the favour,' said Eugene, getting out of his chair with much gravity, 'to come and inspect that feature of our establishment which you rashly disparage.'
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

"Mr. Sawyer's eyes glistened as he shook the small hand held out to him.
— from Grandmother Dear: A Book for Boys and Girls by Mrs. Molesworth

Such treatment would have soured even good dispositions, but the nature of both these girls was as awry by inheritance, as their destiny in regard to parental influence and environment had been tragically unfortunate.
— from A Reconstructed Marriage by Amelia E. Barr

To grow is sad, since evils grow no less; Great height is mark for all: The more I have of branches, more of clustering boughs, The ghastlier shadows fall.
— from Poems by Victor Hugo

" The Sailor's eyes glowed.
— from The Sailor by J. C. (John Collis) Snaith

Bad news travels fast, petiots, and it looks as if some evil genius took delight to despatch winged messengers to scatter the tidings broadcast over the land.
— from Acadian Reminiscences : The True Story of Evangeline by Felix Voorhies

, He deemed nought wanting to his full content, But the discovery of the royal maid, Who like a flash of lightning came and went: For her he searches every greenwood shade, And when all hope of finding her is spent, He for the vain pursuit no longer tarries, But to the Spanish camp returns near Paris; LXII Tempering the grief which glowed within his breast, For such sore disappointment, with the thought That he was with Orlando's morion blest, As sworn.
— from Orlando Furioso by Lodovico Ariosto

Do you think you shall ever grow tired of authorship?”
— from Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest by George Borrow