It is the desolated, ruined south; nearly the whole generation of young men between seventeen and thirty destroyed or maim'd; all the old families used up—the rich impoverish'd, the plantations cover'd with weeds, the slaves unloos'd and become the masters, and the name of southerner blacken'd with every shame—all that is Calhoun's real monument.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

la faccia mia ben ti risponda: si` vedrai ch'io son l'ombra di Capocchio, che falsai li metalli con l'alchimia; e te dee ricordar, se ben t'adocchio, com'io fui di natura buona scimia>>.
— from Divina Commedia di Dante: Inferno by Dante Alighieri

Note 92 ( return ) [ Orosius celebrates their disinterested resolution, Sicut a majori bus nostris compertum habemus, omnes ubique propemodum... officium quam fidem deserere maluerunt, vii.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

Mentally hoping that his ears had deceived him, and that no one on the desolate Rock stood in need of aid which they could not have, he was about to turn away and retrace his steps homeward, as the sky seemed to shut down grayer and darker than before, and nightfall was approaching.
— from Culm Rock The Story of a Year: What it Brought and What it Taught by Glance Gaylord

‘The church of her parish was a mile and more from the houses, and, as it was a wonderful fine day for the time of year, the plan was that as soon as they were married they would make out a holiday by driving straight off to Port Bredy, to see the ships and the sea and the sojers, instead of coming back to a meal at the house of the distant relation she lived wi’, and moping about there all the afternoon.
— from Life's Little Ironies A set of tales with some colloquial sketches entitled A Few Crusted Characters by Thomas Hardy

I looked around, cudgelling my brains for the key to the dimly reminiscent sensations that the place evoked; until, suddenly, I caught sight of a group of buildings away to the west, enclosed within a wall heightened by a wooden trellis.
— from The Vanishing Man A Detective Romance by R. Austin (Richard Austin) Freeman

The Lord God Thou didst, rebellious Spirit, and thy zeal was vain.
— from Satan Absolved: A Victorian Mystery by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

She almost held her breath as they drove rather slowly along the streets, and her ideas formed and changed and fled so swiftly that she scarcely could be said to have any.
— from Patty's Pleasure Trip by Carolyn Wells

At that moment there went across the dark fields, against the dusky red sky, a young man with a pile of brushwood on his back, and a hatchet in his hand.
— from Bébée; Or, Two Little Wooden Shoes by Ouida

'What is he to do, Rachel?' said Dorcas, standing near the door.
— from Wylder's Hand by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

The Delphians recognised, say they, the shades of three heroes, Hyperochus and Zorodocus, whose tombs adjoined the temple, and Pyrrhus the son of Achilles.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 348 by Various