At noon comes Sir W. Batten and [Sir] W. Pen, and we to [Sir] W. Pen’s house, and there discoursed of business an hour, and by and by comes an order from Sir R. Browne, commanding me this afternoon to attend the Council-board, with all my books and papers touching the Medway.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

The Abydeans, being pressed by King Philip, put on the same resolution; but, not having time, they could not put it ‘in effect.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

The salon was filled with the works of modern artists; there were landscapes by Dupré, with their long reeds and tall trees, their lowing oxen and marvellous skies; Delacroix’s Arabian cavaliers, with their long white burnouses, their shining belts, their damasked arms, their horses, who tore each other with their teeth while their riders contended fiercely with their maces; aquarelles of Boulanger, representing Notre Dame de Paris with that vigor that makes the artist the rival of the poet; there were paintings by Diaz, who makes his flowers more beautiful than flowers, his suns more brilliant than the sun; designs by Decamp, as vividly colored as those of Salvator Rosa, but more poetic; pastels by Giraud and Müller, representing children like angels and women with the features of a virgin; sketches torn from the album of Dauzats’ “Travels in the East,” that had been made in a few seconds on the saddle of a camel, or beneath the dome of a mosque—in a word, all that modern art can give in exchange and as recompense for the art lost and gone with ages long since past.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

I was so repelled by his odious behaviour, particularly by this concluding instance, that I turned away without any ceremony; and left him doubled up in the middle of the garden, like a scarecrow in want of support.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

The Japanese of to-day often speak of these seven religious bodies which we have enumerated and described, as "the old sects," because much of the philosophy, and many of the forms and prayers, are common to all, or, more accurately speaking, are popularly supposed to be; while the priests, being celibates, refrain from saké, flesh and fish, and from all intimate relations with women.
— from The Religions of Japan, from the Dawn of History to the Era of Méiji by William Elliot Griffis

Rough from minute spines, or very stiff rigid bristles.—Ex.
— from An Introduction to Entomology: Vol. 4 or Elements of the Natural History of the Insects by William Kirby

The sun rises, but it sets at evening, since Allah wills; but is my day so short?"
— from The Lion of Petra by Talbot Mundy

Ariald was secretly removed by some of his friends to the village of St. Victor, where also Herlembald had been constrained to take refuge with a party of mercenaries.
— from Freaks of Fanaticism, and Other Strange Events by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

The second rode boldly into the circle of the tables.
— from Dust of the Desert by Robert Welles Ritchie

Robinson, Reverend John, exiled Pastor of Pilgrims at Leyden, 438 , 441 . Rochambeau, Count De, Conference with Washington, 435 . Rock, Williams's, 106 ; Rogers's, 116 ; Putnam's, 142 ; Split Rock, below Crown Point 159 Thunder-struck, 175 ; Brant's, 297 ; Washington's, near Middlebrook, 333 ; At Plainfield, 334 ; Dial or Campbell's Rock, 353 ; Queen Esther, 357 ; Prospect-Bloody, 376 ; East, New Haven, 417 ;
— from The Pictorial Field-Book of the Revolution, Vol. 1 (of 2) or, Illustrations, by Pen And Pencil, of the History, Biography, Scenery, Relics, and Traditions of the War for Independence by Benson John Lossing

yet so deep imprest 5 Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny ray, But straight with all their tints thy waters rise, Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey, And bedded sand that vein'd with various dyes 10 Gleam'd through thy bright transparence!
— from The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 1 (of 2) by Samuel Taylor Coleridge