IV Every flower and every fruit the redolent breath Of this warm seawind ripeneth, Arching the billow in his sleep; But the landwind wandereth, Broken by the highland-steep, Two streams upon the violet deep: For the western sun and the western star, And the low west wind, breathing afar, The end of day and beginning of night Make the apple holy and bright, Holy and bright, round and full, bright and blest, Mellowed in a land of rest; Watch it warily day and night; All good things are in the west, Till midnoon the cool east light Is shut out by the round of the tall hillbrow;
— from The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

All creation and all creatures, every leaf is striving to the Word, singing glory to God, weeping to Christ, unconsciously accomplishing this by the mystery of their sinless life.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

But I found you were the favorite, and that it would be a more difficult task than I had at first thought; so rather than break my promise to my husband, nay, lady, rather than meet his cold, estranged look, I sold myself to you as your slave.
— from The Romance of the Harem by Anna Harriette Leonowens

I presume that America today has a larger pie area than any other land in which the Cockney English language is spoken.
— from Bill Nye's Red Book New Edition by Bill Nye

" This chain exceeded Læding in strength by one half, and was so heavy that Asa Thor himself staggered under its weight; and yet Fenrir showed no fear of allowing himself to
— from The Heroes of Asgard: Tales from Scandinavian Mythology by Eliza Keary

He was sixty-seven years of age when Charles Edward landed in Scotland.
— from Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems by William Edmondstoune Aytoun

The paper, still preserved at Hatfield, is a model of calligraphy; every letter is shaped with delicate regularity, and betrays a refinement most uncommon in boys of thirteen.
— from A Life of William Shakespeare with portraits and facsimiles by Lee, Sidney, Sir

This celebrated lady, afterwards married to Lord Chancellor Ellesmere, lived in St. Martin's-lane, and we learn from the City letter-book (quoted in the index to the Remembrancia ) the amount of water supplied to her was at the rate of three gallons an hour.
— from All about Battersea by Henry S. Simmonds

Fielding's first dramatic essay—or, to speak more precisely, the first of his dramatic essays that was produced upon the stage—was a five-act comedy entitled Love in Several Masques .
— from Fielding by Austin Dobson

licence Byron, Don Juan, i. 120; Thackeray, Ballads, p. 133: Winter and summer, night and morn, I languish at this table dark; My office window has a corn- er looks into St. James’s Park.
— from A History of English Versification by J. (Jakob) Schipper