After a bit I began to grow anxious, for the loss of blood was telling on Arthur, strong man as he was.
— from Dracula by Bram Stoker

Again, the Caffres are said to dread greatly the boa-constrictor or an enormous serpent resembling it; “and being influenced by certain superstitious notions they even fear to kill it.
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer

It lay while I lay upon the bed above an hour, if not two, and then thinking it quite lost I rose, and by and by it began with my walking to work, and gave me three or four most excellent stools and carried away wind, put me in excellent ease, and taking my usual walnut quantity of electuary at my going into bed I had about two stools in the night..... 13th.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

Rumours having gone abroad that Arthur was to be married that morning, very particular inquiries were made after the bride, who was held by the majority to be disguised in the person of Mr. Ralph Nickleby, which gave rise to much jocose indignation at the public appearance of a bride in boots and pantaloons, and called forth a great many hoots and groans.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

Thence to Mrs. Sarah, and there looked over my Lord’s lodgings, which are very pretty; and White Hall garden and the Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles), in brave condition.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

It can hardly be doubted that the author had read the works of that poet and been impressed by them.
— from Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World by Mark Twain

In short, the old gentleman was carried off in a fainting fit, and after bleeding in both arms hardly recovered.
— from The History of John Bull by John Arbuthnot

By and by, it begun to slacken, and then I home and to bed.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

Fust I thot you was deef and dumb, then I thot you was sick or crazy, or suthin’, and then by and by I begin to reckon you was a passel of sickly fools that couldn’t think of nothing to say.
— from Roughing It by Mark Twain

The tutelary animals connected with holy ( kramat ) places may perhaps sometimes be in point in this connection: for instance, at Malacca Pindah, in Malacca territory, I remember seeing the private burial-place of a certain family (which lived close by), and being informed by the local village headman that, whenever any member of that family died, certain tigers were in the habit of wailing ( mĕnangis ) round the place at night.
— from Malay Magic Being an introduction to the folklore and popular religion of the Malay Peninsula by Walter William Skeat

Removing all these vital organs, he should then examine the wonderful and most complicated muscular structure, by which the caterpillar is enabled to lengthen, shorten, twist, and bend its body in almost any direction, and that with such power that many caterpillars are enabled to stretch themselves horizontally into the air, and there to keep themselves motionless for hours together.
— from The Common Objects of the Country by J. G. (John George) Wood

The method of preparation is thus described in the Journal of the Society of Arts: After the silkworm grub has eaten enough mulberry leaves, and before it begins to spin, which is during the months of May and June, it is thrown into vinegar for several hours.
— from Appletons' Popular Science Monthly, April 1899 Volume LIV, No. 6, April 1899 by Various

He has a horse twenty-five years old and blind in both eyes, whom he guides with a rope,—carrying on farming, I thought, somewhat under difficulties.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 71, September, 1863 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

Meanwhile Mrs. Daniels had arrived, and being instructed by Montgomery, had inquired into Harland's conduct towards her.
— from Knots Untied; Or, Ways and By-ways in the Hidden Life of American Detectives by George S. McWatters

This day, it was moved in the House that a day might be appointed to bring in an impeachment against the Chancellor, but it was decried as being irregular; but that, if there was ground for complaint, it might be brought to the Committee for miscarriages, and, if they thought good, to present it to the House; and so it was carried.
— from Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete 1667 N.S. by Samuel Pepys

Far out on the plain was a dead cow, the calf's mother, shot because they had become angered by its belligerency when it had gone "on th' prod."
— from Hopalong Cassidy by Clarence Edward Mulford

On his first review of the girl’s abnegation of the love she could not conceal the whole thing had seemed fantastic, almost childish in its essence of witch-bane and belief in blighting curse.
— from Dust of the Desert by Robert Welles Ritchie

The lofty “red cedar,” the beautiful “white-wood,” the glossy-green “loblolly,” the treacherous “manchineel,” which invites your approach by its beautiful fruit, while it infects you with its poisonous odours; the enormous “ceibar,” (or silk cotton,) the native “walnut,” (which in every tree presents such varying shades of green,) and the splendid “tamarind,” shade each side of the road, and cover the surrounding hills.
— from Antigua and the Antiguans, Volume 1 (of 2) A full account of the colony and its inhabitants from the time of the Caribs to the present day by Mrs. Lanaghan

They were the armies of two mutually antagonistic systems, and neither army was clearly and distinctly conscious of the cause for which it was shedding its blood; each obeyed instinctively a power stronger than itself, and which at best it but dimly discerned.
— from The American Republic: Its Constitution, Tendencies, and Destiny by Orestes Augustus Brownson

Then Ogier rose up, nowise like to one Whose span of earthly life is nigh outrun, But as he might have risen in old days To see the spears cleave the fresh morning haze; But, looking round, he saw no change there was In the fair place wherethrough he first did pass, Though all, grown clear and joyous to his eyes, Now looked no worse than very Paradise; Behind him were the thorns, the fountain fair Still sent its glittering stream forth into air, And by its basin a fair woman stood, And as their eyes met his renewèd blood Rushed to his face; with unused thoughts and sweet And hurrying hopes, his heart began to beat.
— from A Selection from the Poems of William Morris by William Morris