We had for many years trod the highway of life hand in hand, and still thus linked, we might step within the shades of death; but her children, her lovely, playful, animated children—beings sprung from her own dear side—portions of her own being—depositories of our loves—even if we died, it would be comfort to know that they ran man's accustomed course.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

And I, suspended, O, desamparado batallo, I battle without shelter, suspendido en él me hallo in the midst of a crater entre mi tumba y mi Inés." between my tomb and my Inés, so” BRÍGIDA: ¿Lo veis, Inés?
— from Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

Yang memegang suak sungei, O Dato’ Batin Muda, Yang memegang sagala ra’yat
— from Malay Magic Being an introduction to the folklore and popular religion of the Malay Peninsula by Walter William Skeat

+feaxe feaxfang m. seizing or dragging by the hair , LL 5[33].
— from A Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary For the Use of Students by J. R. Clark (John R. Clark) Hall

For the state, which had hitherto been wildly oscillating between despotism on the one hand and democracy on the other, now, by the establishment of the Council of the Elders, found a firm footing between these extremes, and was able to preserve a most equable balance, as the eight-and-twenty elders would lend the kings their support in the suppression of democracy, but would use the people to suppress any tendency to despotism.
— from Plutarch's Lives, Volume 1 (of 4) by Plutarch

Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

A Prince of Shirakawa jots down his random thoughts, and among them is the following: "Though they come stealing to your bedside in the silent watches of the night, drive not away, but rather cherish these—the fragrance of flowers, the sound of distant bells, the insect humming of a frosty night."
— from Bushido, the Soul of Japan by Inazo Nitobe

He had not been long away before a message came to his mother telling her that he could earn enough by the sale of his little drawings to pay one of the village-lads to fetch wood and water, and to do other little things for her; that he was improving very fast, and that he had good reason to hope that he should one day be able to earn enough to keep them all in comfort.
— from Happy Days for Boys and Girls by Various

She had nursed the child when an infant, and had seen her grow up as beautiful as the fairies so often described by the writers of fiction.
— from The Trials of the Soldier's Wife A Tale of the Second American Revolution by Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair) Abrams

In “Our Old Home,” Hawthorne—O the late sorrow of that beloved name!—has most tenderly told the story of Delia Bacon.
— from A New Atmosphere by Gail Hamilton

Withdrawing to a sheltered nook away from the dizzy cliff, and so hid among the trees that all view was shut off except that scene of dazzling beauty, the glitter of the setting sun on the distant Lyell glacier, Job and Jane sat down for the first real heart-to-heart talk they had ever known in their lives.
— from The Transformation of Job A Tale of the High Sierras by Frederick Vining Fisher

"The Humble Supplication Of Don Bazulto for his Murdered Sonne.
— from The Spanish Tragedie by Thomas Kyd

The camper whose horn had been Dol's signal of deliverance, broke off abruptly in his introductions, just as he had arrived at the most interesting point, and was proclaiming his own identity.
— from Camp and Trail: A Story of the Maine Woods by Isabel Hornibrook

While, as for him, he stood upon the stumps of his legs, a gigantic sort of dwarf, beneath the notice of the proud-eyed and the tall.
— from The Penalty by Gouverneur Morris