In the details the same feeling was often shown in a very marked degree; the hinges and nails and locks of Gothic buildings were made to be seen, and whatever was needed for use was treated as if it were of value as an ornament.
— from A History of Art for Beginners and Students: Painting, Sculpture, Architecture by Clara Erskine Clement Waters

She turned up her aristocratic nose a little on glancing around.
— from Frank Merriwell's Backers; Or, The Pride of His Friends by Burt L. Standish

It is the glue which penetrates the wood that holds the parts together and not a layer of glue between the joined edges or surfaces.
— from The Library of Work and Play: Home Decoration by Charles Franklin Warner

My hand has found the riches of the peoples like a nest, and like one gathers eggs that are abandoned, have I gathered all the earth.
— from The World English Bible (WEB), Complete by Anonymous

"The intention of His Majesty," so the Minister of Marine had written, "is to seek in the ranks, wherever they may be found, Page 274 officers best suited for superior command, requiring above all a noble ambition, love of glory, decision of character, and unbounded courage.
— from A History of Sea Power by William Oliver Stevens

‘And now a life of glorious labour opened upon me.
— from Gerald Fitzgerald, the Chevalier: A Novel by Charles James Lever

Thus we learn anew how full are nature and life of God:— "Ever fresh the broad creation, A divine improvisation; From the heart of God proceeds A single will, a million deeds."
— from Nineteenth Century Questions by James Freeman Clarke

And now at last our gorge was risen, and our hearts in tumult.
— from Lorna Doone: A Romance of Exmoor by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore

With a nod and look of gay displeasure at Theodora, she said, ‘So, you have brought me no Crusader, you naughty girl!
— from Heartsease; Or, The Brother's Wife by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

182 Thou art not a land of story; Thou art not a land of glory; No tradition, tale, nor song, To thine ancient woods belong; No long line of bards and sages Looking to us down the ages; No old heroes sweeping by, In their warlike panoply; Yet heroic deeds are done, Where no battle’s lost or won—​ In the cottage, in the woods, In the lonely solitudes—​ Pledges of affection given, That will be redeemed in heaven.
— from History of the settlement of Upper Canada (Ontario,) with special reference to the Bay Quinté by William Canniff