The first notice of a conquering Asiatic potentate so styled had been brought to Europe by the Syrian Bishop of Gabala ( Jibal , south of Laodicea in Northern Syria), who came, in 1145, to lay various grievances before Pope Eugene III.
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 1 by Rustichello of Pisa

I implied, by a sort of supplicatory gesture, that it was my prayer to be let alone; after that, had he persisted, he would perhaps have seen the spectacle of Lucy incensed: not all that was grand, or good, or kind in him (and Lucy felt the full amount) should have kept her quite tame, or absolutely inoffensive and shadowlike.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

the Single Style and Stigma form a perfect mono petallous corolla only with this difference that the Style which elivates the Stigma or limb is not a tube but solid tho
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

In this St. George’s lane, on the north side thereof, remaineth yet an old wall of stone, enclosing a piece of ground up Seacole lane, wherein by report sometime stood an inn of chancery; which house being greatly decayed, and standing remote from other houses of that profession, the company removed to a common hostelry, called of the sign Our Lady inn, not far from Clement’s inn, which they procured from Sir John Fineox, lord chief justice of the king’s bench, and since have held it of the owners by the name of the New inn, paying therefore six pounds rent by the year, as tenants at their own will, for more (as is said) cannot be gotten of them, and much less will they be put from it.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

The thrones that now are reared but to be broke; The rights we render, and anon revoke; The muddy stream of laws, ideas, needs, Flooding our social life as it proceeds; Opposing tribunes, even when seeming one— Soft, yielding plaster put in place of stone; Wave chasing wave in endless ebb and flow; War, darker still and deeper in its woe; One party fall'n, successor scarce preludes, Than, straight, new views their furious feuds; The great man's pressure on the poor for gold, Rumors uncertain, conflicts, crimes untold; Dark systems hatched in secret and in fear, Telling of hate and strife to every ear, That even to midnight sleep no peace is given, For murd'rous cannon through our streets are driven.
— from Poems by Victor Hugo

Thereat he: 'Desire of glory is not gone, nor ambition checked by fear; but torpid age dulls my chilly blood, and my strength of limb is numb and outworn.
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil

The majestic Statue of Liberty in New York harbor brought a joyous emotional gulp not only to the throats of Miss Bletch and Mr. Wright, but to my own.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

The sacrifice of life is nothing at all.”
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

In modern Masonry, which preserves many of the ancient mystic rites, and to some extent those of initiation as anciently performed, green is the symbol of life, immutable nature, of truth, and victory.
— from The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. (Walter Yeeling) Evans-Wentz

Evidently the swiftness of life in New York of which she had tasted was having its effect.
— from The Treasure-Train by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve

And one questions, too, whether the spring of life is not, after all, within rather than without.
— from The Land of Enchantment: From Pike's Peak to the Pacific by Lilian Whiting

"Yes, but that is the kind of boy who, sooner or later, is not wanted.
— from Stories Worth Rereading by Various

In the case reported by Razoux 1188 the species of larva is not definitely known—at least, v. Frantzius 1189 did not consider them Oestrid larvæ.
— from The Animal Parasites of Man by Fred. V. (Frederick Vincent) Theobald

Our sensual nature needs a very careful discipline, and the mere freedom from certain forms of the sin of lust is not the equivalent of that purity which is the medium of the Vision of God.
— from Our Lady Saint Mary by J. G. H. (Joseph Gayle Hurd) Barry

As from the uplifted hand of the Statue of Liberty in New York harbor there shoots a sheaf of electric light that illuminates all the bay, so from the pierced hand of Christ there shines a blaze of light that penetrates and scatters the darkness of the world.
— from A Wonderful Night; An Interpretation Of Christmas by James H. (James Henry) Snowden

was drowned in the wreck of the brig Elizabeth from Leghorn for this port, on the south shore of Long Island, near Fire Island, on Friday afternoon last.
— from At Home And Abroad; Or, Things And Thoughts In America and Europe by Margaret Fuller

This artist had begun with a series of landscapes, idealizing nature, at first with a timid hand—extravagantly large pools, and trees with leaves that looked like wild wigs tossed by the wind; then he had produced a rendering in black and white of a Canticle of the Sun, or of Creation, and had poured out in nine plates, printed in different states of tone, that effluence of mystical feeling which in his first set was still latent and undecided.
— from The Cathedral by J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans