“Away with melancholy, Nor doleful changes ring On life and human folly, But merrily merrily sing Fal la!” Don't let us sing Fal la, my dear Mortimer (which is comparatively unmeaning), but let us sing that we give up guessing the riddle altogether.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

Also, in case either of us should fall, let each of us previously place in his pocket a letter laying upon himself the entire blame for his demise."
— from Fathers and Sons by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

Next morning, they set out for the inlet, and one afternoon during the journey they came upon several fallen logs lying athwart each other with their branches spread in a horrible tangle between.
— from The Protector by Harold Bindloss