Dílà ra ang way labud, Thoroughly whipped (lit.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

Dílà ra ang walay labud nímu, I’ll beat every inch of you.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

Yet he had vague memories of a somewhere else that was not New Romney—of a dim room, a window looking down on white buildings—and of a some one else who talked to forgotten people, and who was his mother.
— from Kipps: The Story of a Simple Soul by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

To the north-west there was a very pretty detached range, and westward large flooded flats, through which the creek runs, and where there was also an abundance of feed for the stock.
— from Narrative of an Expedition into Central Australia Performed Under the Authority of Her Majesty's Government, During the Years 1844, 5, and 6, Together With A Notice of the Province of South Australia in 1847 by Charles Sturt

Something glistened in the light, and he saw that the watchman held a drawn revolver, and was leveling it at Bill.
— from The Plunderer by Roy Norton

Muffled ladies pass by, resembling nothing I can think of so much as big black bats as they sit man-fashion on their donkeys, wrapped in black silk cloaks; men in gorgeous silks, also on donkeys, ride along, while laden camels and asses carrying large panniers of clover slowly pick their way through the crowd.
— from Round the World by Andrew Carnegie

This fate he shares with the great De Ruyter and with less important men.
— from New York Times Current History: The European War, Vol. 8, Pt. 2, No. 1, July 1918 by Various

Only never rise upon any eye as a rainy star,–only never lead one astray, so that it shall take the moonlight of poesy for the morning of truth, and dismiss too early its morning dreams!–But into the torture-chambers and through the prison-gratings of forsaken souls throw a cheering radiance; and for him whose blessed island has sunk away from him to the bottom of the sea of eternity, transfigure thou the low, dark region; and whoever looks round and looks up in vain in a dismantled Paradise, to him may a little ray from thee show, down on the ground, under the yellow leaves, some hidden sweet fruit or other of a former time; and if there is any eye to which thou canst show nothing, draw it softly upward to thy brother, and to the heaven in which he shines.–Nay, and if I ever grow too old, then comfort me also!
— from Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. I. by Jean Paul

Trenchard too had drawn rein and was looking behind him.
— from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini