He presses his temples, he wriggles, and draws his legs up under his chair as though he were in pain, or half closes his eyes languidly like a cat on the sofa.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

LÆTITIA and BELLMOUR, his cloak, hat, etc., lying loose about the chamber.
— from The Comedies of William Congreve: Volume 1 [of 2] by William Congreve

“You called her eyes limpid lakes.”
— from Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient by Burt L. Standish

The two set out on their cattle hunting expedition, leaving little Matthew to pursue his way along the narrow and ill-defined path.
— from The Indian Captive A narrative of the adventures and sufferings of Matthew Brayton in his thirty-four years of captivity among the Indians of north-western America by Matthew Brayton

[213] “One evening the Signore Pietro gave a grand ball in his palace, and as the guests came in—the beauty and grace and page 214 p. 214 courtly style of all Italy in its golden time—he half closed his eyes, lazily looking at the brilliant swarm of human butterflies and walking flowers, despising while admiring them, though if he had been asked to give a reason for his contempt he would have been puzzled, not having any great amount of self-respect for himself.
— from Legends of Florence: Collected from the People, First Series by Charles Godfrey Leland

Her golden hair was for his fingers, her lips were for his caress, her eyes looked love upon him alone.
— from For the Term of His Natural Life by Marcus Andrew Hislop Clarke

Bishop Hall was born in 1574, and commenced his extensive literary labours by writing when twenty-three years of age, at Emmanuel College, Cambridge, three books of satires called Virgidemiæ.
— from History of English Humour, Vol. 1 With an Introduction upon Ancient Humour by A. G. K. (Alfred Guy Kingan) L'Estrange

He pardoned himself the rest; the one thing he did not pardon was the fact that he had known Noel before his liaison with Leila commenced; had even let Leila sweep him away on, an evening when he had been in Noel's company.
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy

His complexion was dark, but clear; his eye large, liquid, and black; but his other features small, though precisely moulded.
— from Venetia by Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield