He was a staunch Whig, and had suffered under the former government, being "silenced as a non-conforming poet;" the doors of the theatre closed against his plays; and, if he may himself be believed, even his life endangered, not only by the slow process of starving, but some more active proceeding of his powerful enemies.[30] Shadwell, moreover, had not failed to hail the dawn of the Revolution by a congratulatory poem to the Prince of Orange, and to gratulate its completion by another inscribed to Queen Mary on her arrival.
— from The Dramatic Works of John Dryden, Volume 1 With a Life of the Author by Walter Scott

Wearied out with pain and emotion, he lay exhausted; nor would the nurse allow any more talking.
— from Mother-Meg; or, The Story of Dickie's Attic by Catharine Shaw

{14} ALAN SEEGER WASHINGTON VAN DUSEN in The Chicago Tribune N O beauty could escape his loving eyes, Not even ruthless war could hide from view The smiling fields where crimson poppies grew, Nor mar the sunset’s rose and purple dyes; He watched a vine-clad slope, with glad surprise To hear grapepickers sing, although they knew Just on the other side, the cannon threw Their deadly shells and woke the startled skies.
— from Great Poems of the World War by William Dunseath Eaton

For you must confess that, for far less heinous offences, many an author under former Emperors has lost eyes, nose, and other things that it is disagreeable to miss.
— from A Struggle for Rome, v. 3 by Felix Dahn

“What?” exclaimed his listener, every nerve atingle.
— from A Cruise in the Sky; or, The Legend of the Great Pink Pearl by H. L. (Harry Lincoln) Sayler