Here it is: “‘ A good glass in the bishop’s hostel in the devil’s seat forty-one degrees and thirteen minutes northeast and by north main branch seventh limb east side shoot from the left eye of the death’s-head a bee line from the tree through the shot fifty feet out .’
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 1 by Edgar Allan Poe

Now Sir Bors by this time had come to Camelot, and was seeking for Sir Lancelot everywhere, so Sir Lavaine soon found him, and brought him to the hermitage.
— from The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights by Knowles, James, Sir

For him she late endurd; she speakes no more Of past: true is, that true love hath no powre To looken backe; his eyes be fixt before.
— from Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I by Edmund Spenser

[710] Aeneas Sylvius ( libidinis et stultitiae servos , he calls them), Agrippa, and many others.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

If I'd dug her up and she lived ever seah (so) long, what would ha' t' rate-payers 'a said teah (to) me?"
— from Yorkshire Oddities, Incidents, and Strange Events by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

Of two persons it is stated: 'You'd like to see them drinking from one cup, They took so loving every second sup .' (Old Irish Folk Song.)
— from English As We Speak It in Ireland by P. W. (Patrick Weston) Joyce

“I'm real sorry I had to keep you waitin' so long, Esther,” said she; “but we were kinder late about dinner.
— from Jane Field: A Novel by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman

I declare, it seems like every single soul is against me–and me a poor helpless woman!”
— from Shadow Mountain by Dane Coolidge

As soon as she saw Lucy enter, she started from her chair with great emotion.
— from The Female Quixote; or, The Adventures of Arabella, v. 1-2 by Charlotte Lennox

“To this little work we would say, ‘Live ever, sweet, sweet book.’
— from Letters from a Landscape Painter by Charles Lanman