Deeþ , sb. death, C2; dæð , S, MD; deð , S; diath , S; dyaþ , S2; dead , S; ded , S2, PP; deaðe , dat. , S; deðe , S, S2; dede , S, S2, S3.—AS.
— from A Concise Dictionary of Middle English from A.D. 1150 to 1580 by A. L. (Anthony Lawson) Mayhew

Such words, with happy omens fraught To her dear son she said, Invoking with each eager thought A blessing on his head.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

And as wine produceth divers effects, or that herb Tortocolla in [2454] Laurentius, which makes some laugh, some weep, some sleep, some dance, some sing, some howl, some drink, &c. so doth this our melancholy humour work several signs in several parties.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Did she say so?”
— from Dubliners by James Joyce

Emily smiled through her tears upon her father: 'Dear sir,' said she, and her voice trembled; she would have added, 'I will shew myself worthy of being your daughter;' but a mingled emotion of gratitude, affection, and grief overcame her.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

he’ll do.” “Not too drunk, he won’t fall down?” said Sviazhsky, shaking his head.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

“Arsenio told me that you saw me in the taxi that day,” she said suddenly.
— from Lucinda by Anthony Hope

Young Davy showed sundry symptoms of a disposition that his father did not like, even when a child: he would hook the gears one day in one mode and another day in another, often to the provocation of some such harsh exclamation on the part of the senior Lidgitt, as—"'Od rabbet thee! thou'st been at thy kickshaw tricks again, with the old mare's belly-band: she'll be kicking thy busy brains out some of these days!"
— from Wise Saws and Modern Instances, Volume 1 (of 2) by Thomas Cooper

"Yes, dear," she said sweetly.
— from The Window at the White Cat by Mary Roberts Rinehart

Sev'l gen'lemen ax will Mis' Gilmo' have de kin'ness fo' to sing some o' dem same songs she sing night afo' las' in de ladies' cabin an' las' night up hyuh....
— from Gideon's Band: A Tale of the Mississippi by George Washington Cable

She knew nothing of water but from what she drank and what she bathed in; and as the moon shone on the dark, swift stream, singing lustily as it flowed, she did not doubt the river was alive, a swift rushing serpent of life, going—out?—whither?
— from Harper's Young People, December 9, 1879 An Illustrated Weekly by Various

Then pouring out ten more drops, she said: “Shall I administer it to your wife, or will you do it?”
— from The White Rose of Memphis by William C. (Clark) Falkner

"I could not let you go out into the world, my dear," she said, slowly, "without first wishing you all happiness."
— from A Fair Mystery: The Story of a Coquette by Charlotte M. Brame