His face was ruggedly formed, but it looked like ashes—like something from which all the warmth and light had died out.
— from My Antonia by Willa Cather
He began trifling with the new set of coins and the little brushes immediately; languidly looking at them and admiring them all the time he was speaking to me.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins
What the knitting was, I don’t know, not being learned in that art; but it looked like a net; and as she worked away with those Chinese chopsticks of knitting-needles, she showed in the firelight like an ill-looking enchantress, baulked as yet by the radiant goodness opposite, but getting ready for a cast of her net by and by.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
“Quite so; Lord de Mowbray informed me of the circumstances himself before I left London, and I came down here in consequence.”
— from Sybil, Or, The Two Nations by Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield
Every instant I strove to reform, but I lived like a wild beast.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
With that, he solemnly bowed and retired, and they all burst into laughter, long and merry.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
But I gave you just a gentle, If humiliating, shock, Much as any Occidental Castigates the erring jock, Who in place of freely plugging At a reasonable rate, By irregularly lugging Lets a rival take the plate.
— from Punch, or the London Charivari Volume 107, August 25, 1894 by Various
He was handsome and simple-looking, and he now broke into loud laughter at her jest.
— from Captain Ravenshaw; Or, The Maid of Cheapside. A Romance of Elizabethan London by Robert Neilson Stephens
It is not only useless repining at our prolonged stay here, but it looks like an ungrateful doubting of the power of God to remove us.
— from The Little Savage by Frederick Marryat
The moment Bettina saw the exorcist, she burst into loud laughter, and addressed to him the most offensive insults, which fairly delighted everybody, as the devil alone could be bold enough to address a Capuchin in such a manner; but the holy man, hearing himself called an obtrusive ignoramus and a stinkard, went on striking Bettina with a heavy crucifix, saying that he was beating the devil.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Volume 01: Childhood by Giacomo Casanova
The Massachusetts man had long coveted the Mississippian’s fine estate; not alone from its tempting contiguity, but also because it looked like a ripe pear that must soon fall from the tree.
— from The Death Shot: A Story Retold by Mayne Reid
A great, mysterious brick tower climbed up through it,—it was the chimney, but it looked like a horrible cell to put criminals into.
— from Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Each moment some high roof or tower, Some flush of the maple leaves, Grew fair to sight, the birdlings sang In nests on the sun-lit eaves; And Nature bathed in living light, As if she renewed her birth, The Universal Father smiled Through his sunbeam, on the earth.
— from Victor Roy, a Masonic Poem by Harriet Annie Wilkins
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