he had other playmates—his school-fellows; I was of little consequence to him, except on Sundays: yes, he was kind on Sundays.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Inferno: Canto XI Upon the margin of a lofty bank Which great rocks broken in a circle made, We came upon a still more cruel throng; And there, by reason of the horrible Excess of stench the deep abyss throws out, We drew ourselves aside behind the cover Of a great tomb, whereon I saw a writing, Which said: "Pope Anastasius I hold, Whom out of the right way Photinus drew." "Slow it behoveth our descent to be, So that the sense be first a little used To the sad blast, and then we shall not heed it.
— from Divine Comedy, Longfellow's Translation, Hell by Dante Alighieri

And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which, touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks,
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Yes, novels; for I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel-writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding—joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid pages with disgust.
— from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

In the darkness I did not see Agafya’s face, but from the movement of her shoulders and head it seemed to me that she could not take her eyes off Savka’s face.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

It opens with the Seven Ages of Man, to which Bacon adds an eighth, “which rounds out and finishes the story, with the “exit” from human view of all that is mortal: “Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history, The old man dies; and on the shoulders of his brethren, To the heavy knolled bells, is borne In love and sacred pity, through the gates Of the holy edifice of stone,
— from Bacon and Shakespeare by Albert Frederick Calvert

That he had frequently, when in Spain, exhibited proofs to his allies, as well as to his enemies, of such valour as was rarely found among men.
— from The History of Rome, Books 27 to 36 by Livy

17 specimens of the humeral ends of scapulæ are exhibited.
— from The Ornithosauria An elementary study of the bones of Pterodactyles made from fossil remains found in the Cambridge Upper Greensand, and arranged in the Woodwardian Museum of the University of Cambridge by H. G. (Harry Govier) Seeley

‘crazed quatorzains’ in Thomas Nash’s preface to his edition of Sidney’s Astrophel and Stella , 1591; and Amours in Quatorzains on the title-page of the first edition of Drayton’s Sonnets , 1594.
— from A Life of William Shakespeare with portraits and facsimiles by Lee, Sidney, Sir

Should I go to church, And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks?
— from Old and New London, Volume I A Narrative of Its History, Its People, and Its Places by Walter Thornbury