"And note well, even when one has grasped all this, one still knows next to nothing, because these families are subdivided into genera, subgenera, species, varieties—" "All right, Conseil my friend," the harpooner said, leaning toward the glass panel, "here come a couple of your varieties now!"
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas: An Underwater Tour of the World by Jules Verne

Beauty, my fairest Creature, palls in the Possession, but I love also your Mind; your Soul is as dear to me as my own; and if the Advantages of a liberal Education, some Knowledge, and as much Contempt of the World, join'd with the Endeavours towards a Life of strict Virtue and Religion, can qualify me to raise new Ideas in a Breast so well disposed as yours is, our Days will pass away with Joy; and old Age, instead of introducing melancholy Prospects of Decay, give us hope of Eternal Youth in a better Life.
— from The Spectator, Volume 1 Eighteenth-Century Periodical Essays by Steele, Richard, Sir

In the beginning of this year, whilst the tribunes of the commons united their efforts to pass the law, because none of their college were likely to oppose them, and the consuls resisted them with no less energy, the Æquans storm Vitellia, a Roman colony in their territory.
— from The History of Rome, Books 01 to 08 by Livy

I am convinced that Heine is right; I quite understand how sometimes one may, out of sheer vanity, attribute regular crimes to oneself, and indeed I can very well conceive that kind of vanity.
— from Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Some creature of little venom; some creature of great venom; or some venomous aquatic reptile; creatures of two kinds, both destructive of life, or poisonous, unseen creatures, have anointed me with their poison.
— from Demonology and Devil-lore by Moncure Daniel Conway

En las casas de modas y en otras tiendas donde se venden artículos relacionados con el vestido de la mujer, no es casualidad el que las modistas
— from Heath's Modern Language Series: The Spanish American Reader by Ernesto Nelson

When Sir Walter Scott visited a ruined castle about which he wished to write, he wrote in a notebook the separate names of grasses and wild flowers growing near, saying that only by such means can a writer be natural.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

Another man?" rang out a clear, strong voice, as Ross came near.
— from The Boy with the U. S. Weather Men by Francis Rolt-Wheeler

The petals were still velvety and rich coloured, and still from them came a faint sweet breath of perfume.
— from A Red Wallflower by Susan Warner

In his earliest volume indeed there was a preponderance of manner over matter; it was characterized by a certain dainty prettiness of style, that scarcely gave promise of the high spiritual vision and rich complexity of human insight to which he has since attained, though it did manifest a delicate feeling for nature in association with human moods, an 58 extraordinarily subtle sensibility of all senses, and a luscious pictorial power.
— from Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, April 1885 by Various

Cardinal Francis Rochefoucault, the history of whose most edifying life and great actions will be a model of all pastoral virtues to all ages to come, having established an excellent reformation in the abbey of St. Vincent, at regular canons, at Senlis, when he was bishop of that see, being nominated abbot of St. Genevieve's by Lewis XIII., called from St. Vincent's F. Charles Faure, and twelve others, in 1624, and by their means introduced the same reformation in this monastery, which was confirmed in 1634, when F. Faure was chosen abbot coadjutor to the cardinal.
— from The Lives of the Fathers, Martyrs, and Other Principal Saints. January, February, March by Alban Butler

The fact that wood, metals, cords, &c., if struck, vibrate and ring, can, of course, be used as an illustration only, and not as an explanation.
— from Lectures on the Science of Language by F. Max (Friedrich Max) Müller

For West's luck scarcely varied, and Rudd continued to look at him askance.
— from The Swindler and Other Stories by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell