But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas, How shal youre tendre herte this sustene?
— from Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer

I have heard the evidence of the gentlemen who made the post-mortem examination, and I apprehend that there was nothing to prevent the discovery of disease in the spinal cord, had any existed previously to death.
— from The Most Extraordinary Trial of William Palmer, for the Rugeley Poisonings, which lasted Twelve Days by Anonymous

43 He saith unto them, How then doth David in the Spirit call him Lord, saying, 44
— from A Harmony of the Gospels for Students of the Life of Christ Based on the Broadus Harmony in the Revised Version by A. T. Robertson

He rose and went down into the silent church he had grown to love, seating himself in one of the carved stalls of the choir, his eye lingering in turn on each beautiful object: on the glowing landscape in the window in memory of Eliza Parr, portraying the delectable country, with the bewildered yet enraptured faces of the pilgrims in the foreground; on the graceful, shining lectern, the aspiring arches, the carved marble altar behind the rail, and above it the painting of the Christ on the cross.
— from Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill by Winston Churchill

At the end of the second day in this Surrey camp, he was going with a message to the officers' quarters, when he stopped suddenly.
— from Tommy by Joseph Hocking

The printer finds the first colour on the design, and setting the drum to the first tooth of the rack or index, he passes a trough of the proper colour across the drum and back again; if the second check on the design is the same colour, he turns the drum round a tooth of the index and passes the same colour across; if the third check is a different colour, this requires a second colour trough, and passing another tooth on the index this colour is passed, and so on with the remainder; or, all one colour is printed first, then the drum revolved again with the second colour, and so on.
— from Jacquard Weaving and Designing by T. F. Bell

Pursuant to adjournment, the committee met, at two o'clock, P.M. , this day, in the St. Cloud hotel, this city, and continued taking of testimony.
— from Report of the Committee Appointed to Investigate the Railroad Riots in July, 1877 Read in the Senate and House of Representatives May 23, 1878 by 1877 Pennsylvania. General Assembly. Committee Appointed to Investigate the Railroad Riots in July

That is to say, the marked difference of purpose seen in the leaves, stamens, seeds, etc., of the phanerogams or flowering plants is absent here, and the structures carrying on the operations of nutrition and those of reproduction are so commingled, conjoined, and in some cases identified, that a knowledge of the microscopic anatomy is indispensable even to the roughest conception of the natural history of these plants; besides, we find these plants so simple that we can see through and through them while living in a natural condition, and by means of the microscope penetrate to mysteries of organism, either altogether inaccessible, or only to be attained by disturbing and destructive dissection, in the so called higher forms of vegetation.
— from Scientific American Supplement, No. 384, May 12, 1883 by Various

Sez she, For you it seemed to kill the grass When he wur gone, and freeze the brooklets gillies; songs There wornt no smell, dear, in the sweetest cas, hay
— from Theodore Watts-Dunton: Poet, Novelist, Critic by James Douglas

Lying there on the turf, the skirts of her frock flowing round her in a sort of little billowy white pool, her head deep in the scarlet cushion, her black hair straying wantonly where it would about her face and brow, her eyes lambent with that lazy, pensive laughter, one of her hands, pink and white, warm and soft, fallen open on the grass between her and her cousin, her whole person seeming to breathe a subtle scent of womanhood, and the luxury and mystery of womanhood—oh, the sight of her, the sense of her, there in the wide green stillness of the summer day, set his heart burning and beating poignantly.
— from Comedies and Errors by Henry Harland