Already the last pearls of the stars had grown dim and been extinguished in the depths of the sky, and the centre of the sky's brow was growing pale; its right temple, reposing on a pillow of shadow, was still swarthy, but its left grew ever rosier; but farther off the horizon line parted like a broad eyelid, and in the centre one could see the white of an eye, one could see the iris and the pupil—now a ray darted forth and circled [pg 284] and shimmered over the rounded heavens, and hung in the white cloud like a golden arrow.
— from Pan Tadeusz Or, the Last Foray in Lithuania; a Story of Life Among Polish Gentlefolk in the Years 1811 and 1812 by Adam Mickiewicz

A few years ago, a boy in London gave exhibitions of what was termed " chin music ."
— from The Spirit Land by Samuel B. (Samuel Bulfinch) Emmons

But in later generations especially, our intellectual poetry and intellectual prose is too frequently though by no means always less excellent than yours.
— from Definitions: Essays in Contemporary Criticism [First Series] by Henry Seidel Canby