Again I see her in her gentle pride, Her starry eyes meet mine with melting beam; Unsightly grief approach not near my Love, Flee from her presence, O thou gaunt Despair, Good Time, embalm her daintily and fair, Link her sweet fame with hymns and fragrancy.
— from Atmâ A Romance by C. A. (Caroline Augusta) Frazer

"Yes, she is," replied Lily; "and I s'pose everybody ought to be uncommonly good and never say them."
— from Daisy's Work: The Third Commandment by Joanna H. (Joanna Hooe) Mathews

I now determined to try the experiment, and had again recourse to my knife, with which I struck the largest in the back of the neck, near the shoulders, but under great apprehensions, not doubting but the creature would, if he survived the stab, tear me to pieces.
— from The Surprising Adventures of Baron Munchausen by Rudolf Erich Raspe

The brig, which was most certainly not the Shark , was heading directly for us, and I did not like the look of her at all, for she was as big as the sloop, if not a trifle bigger, showed nine guns of a side, and was obviously bent upon getting a nearer view of us.
— from A Middy in Command: A Tale of the Slave Squadron by Harry Collingwood

He leads a very fashionable life, being up generally all night, and sleeping all day.
— from Punch - Volume 25 (Jul-Dec 1853) by Various

The process sours and spoils some, but it is the making of more—and where, as in this case, the nature is thrown back upon God, and not on its own morbid operation, strength comes from repression, and sweetness from endurance.
— from The Life of David: As Reflected in His Psalms by Alexander Maclaren

—So we descend: and winding round a rock Attain a point that showed the valley—stretched In length before us; [GE] and, not distant far, 80 Upon a rising ground a grey church-tower,(GE) Whose battlements were screened by tufted trees.
— from The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 5 (of 8) by William Wordsworth

In making that wonderful jump he beat Peter O’Connor’s then world record of 24 feet 11¾ inches that track athletes all over the world for the past 20 years had repeatedly tried but always failed to beat until Gourdin, a Negro, came along and did the trick by over a clear margin of 3 inches.
— from Colored girls and boys' inspiring United States history and a heart to heart talk about white folks by William Henry Harrison

They cannot be lined up against a wall And quietly buried under ground, And no more heard of…
— from The Ghetto, and Other Poems by Lola Ridge