Poor Bob sat down in it, and when he had thought a little and composed himself, he kissed the little face.
— from A Christmas Carol in Prose; Being a Ghost Story of Christmas by Charles Dickens

The two men grunted acquiescence and took up the chair, and went along the causeway, which certainly answered Miss Pole’s kind purpose of saving Miss Matty’s bones; for it was covered with soft, thick mud, and even a fall there would have been easy till the getting-up came, when there might have been some difficulty in extrication.
— from Cranford by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

Then said she, "I will willingly die, if by so doing I can deliver my twelve brothers."
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

A few sidelong glances, and a whispered observation, that “the ghost was come,” was all the notice he drew by his appearance, and we went on with our merry carousals as before, till he startled us all by suddenly drawing in his chair, and leaning forward with his elbows on the table, and exclaiming with portentous solemnity,—“Well!
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the left-hand bit.
— from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Illustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin Dobson by Lewis Carroll

Nothing to do but hitch your rope ladder to the battlements, shin down it, break your leg in the moat—because a rope ladder is nineteen foot too short, you know—and there’s your horses and your trusty vassles, and they scoop you up and fling you across a saddle, and away you go to your native Langudoc, or Navarre, or wherever it is.
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

‘Here I am!’ cried a voice from the soup tureen, and Alice turned again, just in time to see the Queen’s broad good-natured face grinning at her for a moment over the edge of the tureen, before she disappeared into the soup.
— from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

Thus, the power of drawing iron is one of the ideas of the complex one of that substance we call a loadstone; and a power to be so drawn is a part of the complex one we call iron: which powers pass for inherent qualities in those subjects.
— from An Essay Concerning Humane Understanding, Volume 1 MDCXC, Based on the 2nd Edition, Books 1 and 2 by John Locke

It is strange that England, so far advanced in political freedom, should yet be so deficient in intellectual liberty.
— from The cremation of the dead considered from an aesthetic, sanitary, religious, historical, medico-legal, and economical standpoint by Hugo Erichsen

Ivery breath she draws is nearer and nearer her last.
— from The Mimic Stage A Series of Dramas, Comedies, Burlesques, and Farces for Public Exhibitions and Private Theatricals by George M. (George Melville) Baker

Fabricius, thinking, perhaps, it was some affair connected with some distant estate, desired the visitor to be brought, and, entering his favourite library, sat down before the fire, being still deep in the thoughts of a literary discussion which had raged over the supper-table.
— from Neæra: A Tale of Ancient Rome by Graham, John W. (John William), active 1886-1887

It stated that Harry Leroy had been shot down in his plane while over the German lines, and had fallen in a lonely spot, wounded.
— from Air Service Boys in the Big Battle; Or, Silencing the Big Guns by Charles Amory Beach

The members of the Army Medical Corps, with the coolness peculiar to them, were exposing themselves and rushing to the assistance of the wounded, many being stricken down in the midst of their splendid labours.
— from South Africa and the Transvaal War, Vol. 5 (of 8) From the Disaster at Koorn Spruit to Lord Roberts's Entry into Pretoria by Louis Creswicke

He tried to take her hand again, but she drew it away, saying in deep confusion and without looking up: "No, Rustem.
— from The Bride of the Nile — Volume 09 by Georg Ebers

He cut off branches, stakes drove in, To help the plants there healthy grow.
— from Bearslayer A free translation from the unrhymed Latvian into English heroic verse by Andrejs Pumpurs