“My friends,” at last said Cyrus Harding, “there is only one thing to be done at present; wait for day, and then act according to circumstances.
— from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne

With choking sobs and voice half spent The king renewed his sad lament: With broken utterance faint and low Scarce could he speak these words of woe: “My steps to Ráma's mother guide, And place me by Kauśalyá's side: There, only there my heart may know Some little respite from my woe.”
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

He delighted in showing his baby to his friends and loyal servants, calling him “mein Junge.”
— from The Empress Frederick: a memoir by Anonymous

The little Englishwoman did not, however, emulate her fair American partner in distress, who was at this moment indulging in hysterics in the other train; she had been too well trained to betray her feelings before a man whom she knew but slightly, even over the loss of a husband; so, after remaining quiet for a little, she controlled herself sufficiently to say, very calmly: "I do not see that we can either of us blame ourselves for what has happened; we must try and make the best of it, and rejoin your wife and my husband as soon as possible."
— from Her Ladyship's Elephant by David Dwight Wells

If ye run away from a little snappin' cur he'll run after ye, an' bite ye'r heels, an' bark like mad.
— from The Touch of Abner by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody

Liana awoke on the burial-day of her love, not with yesterday's strength, but faint and languid, somewhat cheered, however, by the prospect of a return of her peaceful time.
— from Titan: A Romance. v. 2 (of 2) by Jean Paul

If Bob, while he was tossing restlessly about on his bed, laying his plans for securing possession of the hundred and sixty dollars, had only taken time for a little serious consideration, he would have discovered that he could not help getting himself into just such a dilemma as this; but the truth of the matter was, he was so eager to get his hands upon the money that he could think of nothing else.
— from The Mail Carrier by Harry Castlemon

If he had not belonged to the class of boys who go through all sorts of dangers unscathed, he would have broken his neck; as it was, he got a heavy fall, and lay still collecting his wits, while Charlie tore round the field tossing his head with every sign of satisfaction at the discomfiture of his rider.
— from Little Men: Life at Plumfield with Jo's Boys by Louisa May Alcott

Unfortunately, perhaps, for American literature, sleep claimed him before he had completed it.
— from The Lucky Seventh by Ralph Henry Barbour