And before the doors of Valhalla is a great meadow where the warriors fight every day and get glorious and sweet wounds and give many.
— from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall

New Edition. 3 s. 6 d. —A Gallant Grenadier: A story of the Crimean War.
— from The Golden Galleon Being a Narrative of the Adventures of Master Gilbert Oglander, and of how, in the Year 1591, he fought under the gallant Sir Richard Grenville in the Great Sea-fight off Flores, on board her Majesty's Ship the Revenge by Robert Leighton

Its hot rose-red walls and arcades seemed to shimmer in the glare, and the dazzle and glitter gave a strange air of unreality, of instability to all things.
— from On the Face of the Waters: A Tale of the Mutiny by Flora Annie Webster Steel

Their way branched down a gateless glade, and Shelton sidled closer till his knee touched the mare's off-flank.
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy

3 s. 6 d. A Gallant Grenadier : A Story of the Crimean War.
— from With Wellington in Spain: A Story of the Peninsula by F. S. (Frederick Sadleir) Brereton

The western slopes of these mountains are chiefly red sandstone, while their body and eastern declivities are granite, gneiss and similar rocks, and they are filled with valuable mineral products, marbles, slates and iron-ores.
— from America, Volume 4 (of 6) by Joel Cook

It was a signal, and Sam opened the door, admitting George Granbury and seven other cadets from dormitory No. 2.
— from The Rover Boys at School; Or, The Cadets of Putnam Hall by Edward Stratemeyer

When I get dar, Cappen Satan was dar, Says, look at, &c. Says, young man, young man, dere's no use for pray, Says, look at, &c. For Jesus is dead, and God gone away, Says, look at, &c.
— from Army Life in a Black Regiment by Thomas Wentworth Higginson

The pearl-embroidered gloves covered her hands, in one of which she carried a crook all laced with fluttering ribbons, and in the other a silken cord, by which she led Peggie, admirably disguised as a lamb; of gigantic growth, to be sure, but delightfully and gracefully grotesque as she ambled and pranced beside the little shepherdess, who at every other step, stopped to caress and encourage her.
— from The Imprudence of Prue by Sophie Fisher