The nuptials he disclaims I urge no more: Let him pursue the promis’d Latian shore.
— from The Aeneid by Virgil

my Cousin Montesinos, By that friendship firm and dear Which from Youth has lived between us, Now my last petition hear!
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

Gam-un ku ning kawáyan ug (nga) mga lingkuránan, I will make this bamboo into seats.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

Impirnu ning ákung kinabúhì uban nímu, My life with you is hell.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

Irása (iiras) usà nang mga lísu únà luyúnga, Germinate the seeds first, then transplant them.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

From early in the evening until nearly midnight, little groups of two and three presented themselves at the lodge-gate, and inquired, with anxious faces, whether any reprieve had been received.
— from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

The feeling that a conflict between sensuous and ascetic feelings, or selfish and moral impulses, or practical and intellectual ambitions, within us not merely lowers the claims of one or both parties and permits neither to come to quite free self-realization but also threatens the unity, the equilibrium, and the total energy of the soul as a whole—this feeling may in many cases repress conflict from the beginning.
— from Introduction to the Science of Sociology by E. W. (Ernest Watson) Burgess

[Pg 245] of an anticipated "world of 1946," which unfortunately never materialized, led to the frustrations, bloodshed, deceit, and warfare of the late 1940s, and by 1954 became partially intelligible as a facet of the free world's struggle against Communism.
— from Psychological Warfare by Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger

It is being written up now, Monsieur le Sénateur, with a note explaining your kind interest in him, and telling of your visit to-day."
— from The End of Her Honeymoon by Marie Belloc Lowndes

Perhaps you would rather that Victurnien should bring you his savings?—Do you know that our great Richelieu (not the Cardinal, a pitiful fellow that put nobles to death, but the Marechal), do you know what he did once when his grandson the Prince de Chinon, the last of the line, let him see that he had not spent his pocket-money at the University?" "No, M. le Chevalier."
— from The Jealousies of a Country Town by Honoré de Balzac

Simply the fact that the Indians, finding themselves hemmed in on all sides by fast thickening white settlements, had taken a firm stand that they would give up no more land.
— from A Century of Dishonor A Sketch of the United States Government's Dealings with Some of the Indian Tribes by Helen Hunt Jackson

He thus made reply: "Philosophy, to an attentive ear, Clearly points out, not in one part alone, How imitative nature takes her course From the celestial mind and from its art: And where her laws the Stagyrite unfolds, Not many leaves scann'd o'er, observing well Thou shalt discover, that your art on her Obsequious follows, as the learner treads In his instructor's step, so that your art Deserves the name of second in descent From God.
— from The vision of hell. By Dante Alighieri. Translated by Rev. Henry Francis Cary, M.A. and illustrated with the seventy-five designs of Gustave Doré. by Dante Alighieri

Perhaps you would rather that Victurnien should bring you his savings?—Do you know that our great Richelieu (not the Cardinal, a pitiful fellow that put nobles to death, but the Marechal), do you know what he did once when his grandson the Prince de Chinon, the last of the line, let him see that he had not spent his pocket-money at the University?” “No, M. le Chevalier.”
— from The Collection of Antiquities by Honoré de Balzac

But it was the girl working for us, not my little girl, who injured your cat."
— from Janice Day, the Young Homemaker by Helen Beecher Long

There is a man who took me in, an orphan from my birth, who adopted me, brought me up, nourished me, loved me, and who loves me still; a man of whom I am most unworthy, toward whom I have been most guilty, and yet whose image lies at the bottom of my heart, beloved, revered, sacred as is that of God; a man who now, while I am speaking to you, finds his home empty, deserted, robbed, who can't understand it, and who rends his garments in anguish.
— from The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda by Victor Hugo