Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like th' aerial bow, Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Mounting at times to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning; she, in sooth, Possess'd an air and grace by no means common: Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

With the spirit of prophecy upon me, I could look into the future and see her erect statues and monuments to her unspeakable Georges and other royal and noble clothes-horses, and leave unhonored the creators of this world—after God—Gutenburg, Watt, Arkwright, Whitney, Morse, Stephenson, Bell.
— from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain

Messer Forese, as he rode, hearkening to Giotto, who was a very fine talker, fell to considering his companion from head to foot and seeing him everywise so ill accoutred and in such scurvy case, burst out laughing and without taking any thought to his own plight, said to him, 'How sayst thou, Giotto?
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

Mr. Briggs, however, was too much alive for her to be able to spare any attention at this moment for Frederick, and she praised the servants in answer to his questions, and praised the yellow sitting-room without telling him she had only been in it once and then was ignominiously ejected, and she told him she knew hardly anything about art and curiosities, but thought perhaps if somebody would tell her about them she would know more, and she said she had spent every day since her arrival out-of-doors, because out-of-doors there was so very wonderful and different from anything she had ever seen.
— from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim

Why do so many men feel the stirrings that the fiend forges, and suffer his enemy so often to overthrow him?
— from The Form of Perfect Living and Other Prose Treatises by Rolle, Richard, of Hampole

Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like the aërial bow, Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning; she, in sooth, Possessed an air and grace by no means common: Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman.
— from The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 6 by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

Mr. Kinsella was different from anyone she had ever seen before and Pierce's hint of a disappointed life had fired her imagination, ever ready for a romance.
— from Molly Brown's Orchard Home by Nell Speed

She thought he had as innocent a face as she had ever seen.
— from Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877. Vol XX - No. 118 by Various

For a second his eyes swept the little group.
— from On the Iron at Big Cloud by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard

She did not know what it meant, but she clung tightly to Star's mane as he ran directly toward a hollow square surrounded with strange buildings, which were different from anything she had ever seen in her life.
— from Star: The Story of an Indian Pony by Forrestine C. (Forrestine Cooper) Hooker

His lips were full and sensuous, his eyebrows straight, and his high forehead spoke of brain power as well as horse power.
— from The Leopard's Spots: A Romance of the White Man's Burden—1865-1900 by Dixon, Thomas, Jr.

A couple of feet below our level we could observe that the rock formed a sharp horizontal edge six feet long, below which it overhung considerably.
— from Rock-climbing in the English Lake District Third Edition by Owen Glynne Jones