And this new knight, Sir Pelleas of the isles— But lately come to his inheritance, And lord of many a barren isle was he— Riding at noon, a day or twain before, Across the forest called of Dean, to find Caerleon and the King, had felt the sun Beat like a strong knight on his helm, and reeled Almost to falling from his horse; but saw Near him a mound of even-sloping side, Whereon a hundred stately beeches grew, And here and there great hollies under them;
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

{141} Having signed the agreement with S., and decided on remaining here some time, it was necessary to fetch our things, which we had left at Blackfish lake, and S. kindly offered us one of his horses for the purpose; but the horses were running wild in the woods, and had to be caught.
— from Wild Sports in the Far West by Friedrich Gerstäcker

Aurora bowed low, and scattered kisses over the field with both hands, winning another cheer.
— from In the Roaring Fifties by Edward Dyson

I have, therefore, put together the following narrative of our burnt literature as some kind of aid to any book-lover who shall choose to take my hint and make the peculiarity I have indicated the key-note to the formation of his library.
— from Books Condemned to be Burnt by James Anson Farrer

But Elsie had spent an hour in her room, on the day before the picnic, and had retrimmed a black chip hat with black lace and soft knots of scarlet ribbon.
— from A Vanished Hand by Sarah Doudney

No doubt, by leaving all special knowing out of the question, we may at last arrive at the proposition " I know "—the last abstraction we are able to make; but this proposition is identical with " Objects exist for me ," and this again is identical with " I am Subject ," in which nothing more is contained than in the bare word " I ."
— from On the Fourfold Root of the Principle of Sufficient Reason, and On the Will in Nature: Two Essays (revised edition) by Arthur Schopenhauer