but level low— she's kissed these eyes!" From cooling hands of men each rifle falls,
— from Poems by Victor Hugo

Oh! thou swine-faced mother, thou catchest hold of my enemy, coming charging me, by the neck with thy tusks thrust into his body; draggest him on the ground, and standest slowly chewing and eating, thrusting thy tusks, rubbing again, and wearing down his body, chewing once more and again; thou, mother that controllest 41,448 demons presiding over all kinds of maladies, seventy-two Bhiravans, eighteen kinds of epileptic fits (korka), twelve kinds of muyalis and all other kinds of illness, as also Kandakaranans (demons with bell-shaped ears), be under my possession so long as I serve thee.
— from Castes and Tribes of Southern India. Vol. 7 of 7 by Edgar Thurston

I succeeded, however, and this, of course, more than ever convinced her of my entire ignorance of carnal desires.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

I did myself a piece of justice by explaining my behaviour on this head, and to convince her of my esteem, promised to be ruled by her directions in the prosecution of the whole affair, which I had so much at heart, that the repose of my life depended upon the consequence.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

Then he met you face to face, that honourable and prudent old man, who used to change his opinions more easily than any child, and, though he had begged for them, forgot all your favours as soon as the need had passed.
— from The Works of the Emperor Julian, Vol. 1 by Emperor of Rome Julian

Here I am so sleepy I cannot hold open my eyes, and therefore must be forced to break off this day’s passages more shortly than I would and should have done.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

victory to the Mohicans!” cried Hawkeye, once more elevating the butt of the long and fatal rifle; “a finishing blow from a man without a cross will never tell against his honor, nor rob him of his right to the scalp.”
— from The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper

I now began to apprehend that he had himself ordered the man to go a wrong way; and I was so much alarmed at the idea, that, the very instant it occurred to me, I let down the glass, and made a sudden effort to open the chariot-door myself, with a view of jumping into the street; but he caught hold of me, exclaiming, “For Heaven’s sake, what is the matter?”
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

However, since algae are a relatively complex form of life, life in some simpler form could have originated much earlier.
— from Significant Achievements in Space Bioscience 1958-1964 by United States. National Aeronautics and Space Administration

Both are equally selfish, equally thinking of number one, when they are most frantic for their revered leader, as they call him, or most eager to champion p. 204 the masses; their care is the triumph of their party, mostly, too, with an eye to office themselves.’
— from Crying for the Light; Or, Fifty Years Ago. Vol. 2 [of 3] by J. Ewing (James Ewing) Ritchie

On the evening of the day when I heard your love—a day which I shall remember with pride and gratitude to the closing hour of my existence—we were suffered to pass the gates, and take the route for Italy.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 356, June, 1845 by Various

That I know was the cheeriest hour of my eventful life.
— from Sketches New and Old by Mark Twain

Soglow's confidential history of modern England.
— from U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1967 January - June by Library of Congress. Copyright Office

'Why it was you who caught hold of me, Eliza,' answered the cowherd mildly.
— from Little Peter: A Christmas Morality for Children of any Age by Lucas Malet

They could not think and feel as they would when their new acquirements had mellowed into faculty and temperament, and unities of character had once more emerged.
— from The Mediaeval Mind (Volume 1 of 2) A History of the Development of Thought and Emotion in the Middle Ages by Henry Osborn Taylor

He was an elderly son of Abraham, whose childhood had fallen on the evil times at the beginning of this century, and who remained amid this smart and instructed generation as a preserved specimen, soaked through and through with the effect of the poverty and contempt which were the common heritage of most English Jews seventy years ago.
— from Daniel Deronda by George Eliot