The cities of Romagna were already in Ghibeline revolt, and it was natural that the Pope should seek to secure Florence on the Papal side.
— from The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri: The Inferno by Dante Alighieri

1120 With this she falleth in the place she stood, And stains her face with his congealed blood.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

At Kansas City the papers said she made "the success of the lecture season."
— from The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony (Volume 1 of 2) Including Public Addresses, Her Own Letters and Many From Her Contemporaries During Fifty Years by Ida Husted Harper

The pines still stand here older than I; or, if some have fallen, I have cooked my supper with their stumps, and a new growth is rising all around, preparing another aspect for new infant eyes.
— from Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau

The present sacred seat is near Knife River, being a cavern rather than a hill, and known as the "House of the Infants.
— from Maximilian, Prince of Wied's, Travels in the Interior of North America, 1832-1834, part 2 by Wied, Maximilian, Prinz von

Never yet did mariner Put up to patron saint such prayers for prosperous And pleasant breezes, as I call upon you, Ye tutelar saints of my own city!
— from The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5 Poetry by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

The manner in which the obscurity settled on this picture, slowly swallowing up tower after tower, hamlet, cottage, and field, until the blue expanse of the lake alone reflected the light from the clouds, was indescribably beautiful, and was one of those fine effects that can only be produced amid a nature as grand as that of the Alps.
— from A Residence in France With an Excursion Up the Rhine, and a Second Visit to Switzerland by James Fenimore Cooper

Our minds cleared with the landscape; our courage rose; our Indians dipped their paddles silently, steering without fear amidst the dangerous masses of ice.
— from Alaska Days with John Muir by Samuel Hall Young

Sharply enough, this old Cordelier, Danton and he were of the earliest primary Cordeliers,—shoots his glittering war-shafts into your new Cordeliers, your Heberts, Momoros, with their brawling brutalities and despicabilities: say, as the Sun-god ( for poor Camille is a Poet ) shot into that Python Serpent sprung of mud.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle