Discipline represents original native endowment turned, through gradual exercise, into effective power.
— from How We Think by John Dewey

and I had so long discussed, but it was sheltered on the south by three enormous maples and its gate fronted upon a double row of New England elms
— from A Son of the Middle Border by Hamlin Garland

At last in one of a detached row of newly erected wooden houses, we found a family who made no positive objections.
— from The Diggings, the Bush, and Melbourne or, Reminiscences of Three Years' Wanderings in Victoria by James Armour

Yet he was an idealist in his way, and as “The King of Shadows,” as he has been called, he brought forth from the dark recesses of nature, effects which become, under his pencil, poems upon canvas.
— from The Chautauquan, Vol. 04, May 1884, No. 8 by Chautauqua Institution

"— He said no more, but, shunning all delay, Rode on, nor entered Athens on his way; But left his sister and his queen behind, And waved his royal banner in the wind, Where, in an argent field, the god of war Was drawn triumphant on his iron car; Red was his sword, and shield, and whole attire,
— from The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volume 11 by John Dryden

Did I do right or not, eh?
— from Ravenshoe by Henry Kingsley

The Patagonian Woman of the circus, who had very red cheeks and very round eyes, and wore a large diamond ring on nearly every finger, gave the most of anybody,—half a dollar,—which she borrowed of the Strong Man, who used to lift the big iron balls on the back of his neck.
— from Phaeton Rogers: A Novel of Boy Life by Rossiter Johnson

But her face was pale, with a pensive pallor like that of the Gloire de Dijon rose; only now excitement had suffused her cheeks with the tints of that same rose—that red so unlike the bloom on other faces in vanished days; so tender and delicate and precious above all tints in nature!
— from A Crystal Age by W. H. (William Henry) Hudson

He said no more, but, shunning all delay, Rode on; nor enter'd Athens on his way: But left his sister and his queen behind, And waved his royal banner in the wind: Where in an argent field the god of war Was drawn triumphant on his iron car; 110 Red was his sword, and shield, and whole attire, And all the godhead seem'd to glow with fire; Even the ground glitter'd where the standard flew, And the green grass was dyed to sanguine hue.
— from The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2 With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by John Dryden