And in my charge, which was not rendered to him; Bribed with large promises the men who served About my person, the more easily Because my means were somewhat broken into Through open doors and hospitality; Raised my own town against me in the night Before my Enid's birthday, sacked my house; From mine own earldom foully ousted me; Built that new fort to overawe my friends, For truly there are those who love me yet; And keeps me in this ruinous castle here, Where doubtless he would put me soon to death, But that his pride too much despises me: And I myself sometimes despise myself; For I have let men be, and have their way; Am much too gentle, have not used my power: Nor know I whether I be very base Or very manful, whether very wise Or very foolish; only this I know, That whatsoever evil happen to me, I seem to suffer nothing heart or limb, But can endure it all most patiently.' 'Well said, true heart,' replied Geraint, 'but arms, That if the sparrow-hawk, this nephew, fight In next day's tourney I may break his pride.'
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

BY LOUISA M. ALCOTT, AUTHOR OF "LITTLE WOMEN," "LITTLE MEN," "AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL," "HOSPITAL SKETCHES," ETC.
— from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott

The allusion is probably to the way in which Lady Mary Wortley Montague allowed Pope to make love to her and then laughed at him.
— from The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems by Alexander Pope

I saw the gallows before me, for nobody would lend me the money, and they would not wait for my remittance from Venice to reach me.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"— Merely this and nothing more.
— from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Excuse my noticing it, but I am sorry to see you not looking so well as you were when we last met.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

The wits of Rome, according to a new fragment of Dion, published an epigram, of which, like many other ancient jests, the point is not very clear.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

And now, Watson, let me see you in your old seat once more, for there are several points which I should like to discuss with you.”
— from The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

I have obtained stronger evidence through strangers, who let me know without my ever having told them anything about my dreams, that my summons had been heard - but all this belongs to the science of the supernatural, which awaits more general investigation and for which, dear reader, I refer you to some of my other writings.
— from The Bride of Dreams by Frederik van Eeden

One of these was La Marque, the Parisian banker, and a great promoter of the ‘Crédit Mobilier;’ the other an English contractor, whose name I may mention one of these days.
— from Luttrell Of Arran by Charles James Lever

PUBLISHED EVERY WEEK To be Published During May 466—Love, the Victor By a Popular Southern Author To be Published During April 465—Outside Her Eden By Mrs. Harriet Lewis 464—The Old Life's Shadows By Mrs. Harriet Lewis 463—A Wife's Triumph By Effie Adelaide Rowlands 462—A Stormy Wedding By Mary E. Bryan To be Published During March 461—Above All Things By Adelaide Stirling 460—Dr. Jack's Talisman By St. George Rathborne 459—A Golden Mask By Charlotte M. Stanley 458—When Love Meets Love By Charles Garvice To be Published During February 457—Adrift in the World By Mrs. Harriet Lewis 456—A Vixen's Treachery By Mrs. Harriet Lewis 455—Love's Greatest Gift By Effie Adelaide Rowlands 454—Love's Probation By Elizabeth Olmis To be Published During January 453—A Poor Girl's Passion By Gertrude Warden 452—The Last of the Van Slacks By Edward S. Van Zile 451—Helen's Triumph By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon 450—Rosamond's Love By Mrs. Harriet Lewis 449—The Bailiff's Scheme By Mrs. Harriet Lewis 448—When Love Dawns By Adelaide Stirling 447—A Favorite of Fortune By St. George Rathborne 446—Bound with Love's Fetters By Mary Grace Halpine 445—An Angel of Evil By Effie Adelaide Rowlands 444—Love's Trials By Alfred R. Calhoun 443—In Spite of Proof By Gertrude Warden 442—Love Before Duty By Mrs. L. T. Meade 441—A Princess of the Stage By Nataly von Eschstruth 440—Edna's Secret Marriage By Charles Garvice 439—Little Nan
— from The Bride of the Tomb, and Queenie's Terrible Secret by Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.

In a day or two, when Hugh had had time to think, he began to be glad on Tooke’s account; and he found an opportunity of saying to him one day,— “I never should have gone to India if I had not lost my foot; and I think it is well worth while losing my foot to go to India.”
— from The Crofton Boys by Harriet Martineau

I will leave money to help build the new church which Father Sauvalle so long has wished to have built."
— from A Lover in Homespun And Other Stories by F. Clifford (Frank Clifford) Smith

A whole fleet of these "whalers" lay moored along the bank of the Nile; the usual quiet of the river being continually broken by the dog-like panting of steam launches hurrying up and down the stream.
— from Soldiers of the Queen by Harold Avery

We had certainly been in love with each other when we last met; at least, if I was not, I have never been in love at all.
— from In the Guardianship of God by Flora Annie Webster Steel

Independent, organizations, with large membership, have multiplied on both sides of the ocean until a score are in active operation as the outgrowth of the great awakening.
— from The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, December 1882 A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture. Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle by Chautauqua Institution

"I have heard the true word of God to-day from Frederick Hedge—a sermon on Love as the true bond of society, which lifted my weak soul as on the strong wings of a cherub.
— from Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910 by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards

‘Can’t say’m sheur,’ said the footman, doing something to his teeth with a pin; and his tone was wondrous like Mrs. Wilmington’s.
— from The Wonderful Garden; or, The Three Cs by E. (Edith) Nesbit