| 1. | But until then, I conjure you, do not mention or allude to it. - from Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley |
| 2. | I conjure you by everything you hold dear to answer a few questions. - from A Study In Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle |
| 3. | I conjure only but to raise up him. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 4. | But let me conjure you by the right. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 5. | Than any thou canst conjure up to-da. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 6. | Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure the. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 7. | I conjure thee, by all the parts of ma. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 8. | I conjure thee to leave me and be gone. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 9. | I am not Barbason you cannot conjure me. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 10. | Be quiet, stupid," he conjured his heart. - from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy |
| 11. | He conjured up the scene before them. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 12. | Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured u. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 13. | What black magician conjures up this fien. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 14. | Or with some dram conjured to this effect. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 15. | For he conjured her she should ever keep it. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 16. | And again she earnestly conjured me to give up all thoughts of going out with her brother. - from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte |
| 17. | prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into I will buy wit. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 18. | I walked up and down my room hastily and perturbed, while my imagination conjured up a thousand images to torment and sting me. - from Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley |