there they trace Their blank infinitudes of time and space, Vault with careering curves her central goal, Pour forth her day and stud her evening stole, Heedless of count; their numbers still unknown, Unmeasured still their progress round her throne; For none of all her firstborn sons, endow'd With heavenly sapience and pretensions proud, No seraph bright, whose keen considering eye And sunbeam speed ascend from sky to sky, Has yet explored or counted all their spheres, Or fixt or found their past record of years.
— from The Columbiad: A Poem by Joel Barlow

His absurdly deep voice was rich with a note not of mere forbearance but of veritable comradery, yet his eyes, as they held the offender's, were as big and dangerous as she had ever seen her mighty father's and she laughed on for what laughter might be worth, the only help she could furnish.
— from Gideon's Band: A Tale of the Mississippi by George Washington Cable

On our arrival at these villages, the darkness and severe hunger engaged several of the soldiers to take, by force, sheep and goats from the inhabitants.
— from A Narrative of the Expedition to Dongola and Sennaar Under the Command of His Excellence Ismael Pasha, undertaken by Order of His Highness Mehemmed Ali Pasha, Viceroy of Egypt, By An American In The Service Of The Viceroy by George Bethune English

“You just go up on deck and see how every sea that hits her knocks her bodily to leeward, and you’ll tell a different story, my friend.”
— from A Middy of the King: A Romance of the Old British Navy by Harry Collingwood

I opened my eyes in a query, and she said that if actresses were given every night such a dinner as she had eaten she wanted to be an actress.
— from Dinners and Diners: Where and How to Dine in London by Lieut.-Col. (Nathaniel) Newnham-Davis

And one day, after she had eaten, she went, basket in hand, to the door of David's little room.
— from The House of Toys by Henry Russell Miller

But when he opened his door and saw her exquisite slender figure tripping forward from the dark passage, a fierce pain gripped his heart, and he said between his teeth: "My God!
— from The Man and the Moment by Elinor Glyn