Its valleys and lakes, its streams and cataracts, its lofty mountains and the seas of ice and deserts of snow which crown their summits, have been the Ultima Thule of the traveller, from whatever land.
— from Fox's Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs by John Foxe

I therefore pray you seriously to consider the judgment which is likely to overtake this wicked villain; and let it serve at least as a warning to you, that you may not for the future despise the advice of one who is so indefatigable in his prayers for your welfare.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

I would not yield, but to the last gasp resolutely defended my dear ones against sorrow and pain; and if I were vanquished at last, it should not be ingloriously.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

But when we do this, the possibility of distinguishing the sensation from the sense-datum vanishes; at least I see no way of preserving the distinction.
— from The Analysis of Mind by Bertrand Russell

The aspect of the country now began to change, and the travellers soon found themselves among mountains covered from their base nearly to their summits with forests of gloomy pine, except where a rock of granite shot up from the vale, and lost its snowy top in the clouds.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

She made herself virtuous and lived in solitude.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac

Into linseed oil, 236 galls., pour oil of vitriol, 6 or 7 lbs., and stir the two together for 3 hours; then add a mixture of fuller’s earth, 6 lbs., and hot lime, 14 lbs., and again stir for 3 hours; next put the whole into a copper, with an equal quantity of water, and boil for about 3 hours, lastly, withdraw the fire, and when the whole is cold, draw off the water, run the oil into any suitable vessel, and let it stand for a few weeks before using it.
— from Cooley's Cyclopædia of Practical Receipts and Collateral Information in the Arts, Manufactures, Professions, and Trades..., Sixth Edition, Volume II by Richard Vine Tuson

This uncertainty lasted a couple of years, during which he began to venture a little into society, of which, like most lively, versatile young people, he was extravagantly fond.
— from Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877. Vol XX - No. 118 by Various

Take a Rump of beef, boil it & scum it clean in a stewing pan or broad mouthed pipkin, cover it close, & let it stew an hour; then put to it some whole pepper, cloves, 116 png145 mace, and salt, scorch the meat with your knife to let out the gravy, then put in some claret-wine, and half a dozen of slic’t onions; having boiled, an hour after put in some capers, or a handfull of broom-buds, and half a dozen of cabbidge-lettice being first parboil’d in fair water, and quartered, two or three spoonfuls of wine vinegar, and as much verjuyce, and let it stew till it be tender; then serve it on sippets of French bread, and dish it on those sippets; blow the fat clean off the broth, scum it, and stick it with fryed bread.
— from The accomplisht cook or, The art & mystery of cookery by Robert May

[Pg 139] Had it not been for my intuitive surmise, that the inscription in the volume was mis-rendered, a piece of family history, valuable at least in somebody’s eyes, might have been overlooked.
— from The Confessions of a Collector by William Carew Hazlitt

"Somehow," said her soft voice at last, "it seems very surprising to me that you should have met Mr. Gaunt.
— from The Daughter Pays by Reynolds, Baillie, Mrs.

Fades the thronging dream of life Through the mist of mortal strife; Rends the veil that shrouds the real From the vast and lone ideal; Spectres wild, and quaint, and strange, Flitting gleam in hurried change O'er the Future's magic glass; They are passing—Thou wilt pass!
— from The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 3, September 1843 by Various

It is true, that the distrust existing between the two courts of Versailles and London, is so great, that they can scarcely do business together.
— from The Writings of Thomas Jefferson, Vol. 2 (of 9) Being His Autobiography, Correspondence, Reports, Messages, Addresses, and Other Writings, Official and Private by Thomas Jefferson

There was something odd and strange in her one visit to the vicarage, in the fact that the vicar had never referred to that visit and, lastly, it seemed unlike Mr. Ambrose to have said nothing of her settlement in Billingsfield in the course of all the letters he had written to John since the latter had left him.
— from A Tale of a Lonely Parish by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

“There seems to be less firing now,” observed Vine, after listening in silence a few minutes.
— from The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777 by Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce) Thompson