He wrapped a mantle around his left arm, boldly rushed out of doors with drawn sword, and ran a woman through the middle about here, no harm to what I touch.
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter

But it must not all be rubbed off or drawn out of the grain.
— from The Library of Work and Play: Home Decoration by Charles Franklin Warner

I am sure any man who has ever taken part in one of those ghastly processions, and, at thirty yards interval, watched the dust-spots, at first promiscuous, gradually concentrating round him, and listened to the constant soft whine or nearer hiss of passing bullets, and seen men fall and plodded on still, solitary, waiting his turn, would look upon the maddest and bloodiest rush of old days as a positive luxury by comparison.
— from With Rimington by L. March (Lisle March) Phillipps

Instead, he opened the door, swinging it back with a bang, and both boy and bear ran out on deck.
— from The Six River Motor Boat Boys on the St. Lawrence; Or, The Lost Channel by Harry Gordon

More days of this: mountain goats leaping impossible ledges, wave tracks from a beaver reaching out on dawn water.
— from Many-Storied Mountains: The Life of Glacier National Park by Greg Beaumont

When I complained that, by reason of our different nationality, we could hardly have any recollections in common, and by reason of our different languages, could never cite a familiar adage from childhood, or quote a common saying from a play, that the one could not thoroughly enjoy the harmony of verses in the language of the other, Saredo replied: "You are no more a Dane than I am an Italian; we are compatriots in the great fatherland of the mind, that of Shakespeare and Goethe, John Stuart Mill, Andrae, and Cavour.
— from Recollections of My Childhood and Youth by Georg Brandes

Other pictures of Jacopone might be cited, that still exist, but injured by time and by retouches of other destroyers.
— from The History of Painting in Italy, Vol. 5 (of 6) From the Period of the Revival of the Fine Arts to the End of the Eighteenth Century by Luigi Lanzi

The other danger to be feared was that of a bitter renunciation of old delights, a sojourn in the wilderness of some arid and fantastic pietism.
— from Essays by Arthur Christopher Benson

And we naturally ask why we should be treated as if our lives had been one succession of crime, or as if society breathed freely once more at being rid of our dangerous and demoralising presence.
— from The Eureka Stockade by Raffaello Carboni