In another place in the same canticle: ‘Rejoice, O tree that bearest the fair fruit of light that is the food of the faithful!
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

She translated them, too, with a facile flow of language, and in a strain of kindred and poetic fervour: her cheek would flush, her lips tremblingly smile, her beauteous eyes kindle or melt as she went on.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Then he walked more slowly, suddenly lost his fine flow of language, and now and then a dreadful pause occurred.
— from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Drink and make room for that other fellow, who seeks my aid to quench the fiery fever of last night's potations, which he drained from no cup of mine.—Welcome, most rubicund sir!
— from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The state of things is, in some respects, even worse than if the minority were not allowed to vote at all; for then, at least, the majority might have a member who would represent their own best mind; while now, the necessity of not dividing the party, for fear of letting in its opponents, induces all to vote either for the first person who presents himself wearing their colors, or for the one brought forward by their local leaders; and these, if we pay them the compliment, which they very seldom deserve, of supposing their choice to be unbiassed by their personal interests, are compelled, that they may be sure of mustering their whole strength, to bring forward a candidate whom none of the party will strongly object to—that is, a man without any distinctive peculiarity, any known opinions except the shibboleth of the party.
— from Considerations on Representative Government by John Stuart Mill

But if you have, and still can shake hands with the murderers, then are you unworthy of the name of husband, father, friend, or lover, and whatever may be your rank or title in life, you have the heart of a coward, and the spirit of a sycophant.
— from Common Sense by Thomas Paine

She said she had taken the prize for lemon pies at the Charlottetown Exhibition ten years ago and had never made any since for fear of losing her reputation for them.
— from Anne's House of Dreams by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

We have several times mentioned the famous fair of Landit, which is supposed to have been established by Charlemagne, but which no doubt was a sort of revival of the fairs of St. Denis, founded by Dagobert, and which for a time had fallen into disuse in the midst of the general ruin which preceded that emperor's reign.
— from Manners, Customs, and Dress During the Middle Ages and During the Renaissance Period by P. L. Jacob

That is a silly and effeminate friendship in which the parties are always thinking of the friendship itself and of how each stands in the other's eyes; a sentimental fancy of that sort, in which nothing tangible or ulterior brings people together, is rather a feeble form of love than properly a friendship.
— from The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress by George Santayana

I didn't dare to shave for fear of leaving tracks, and besides, it wasn't any kind of use my trying to get into the streets.
— from The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan

Martha held her arms up toward her just as the first flash of lightning came.
— from Southern Stories Retold from St. Nicholas by Various

Pictet and Humbert, on fossil fishes of Lebanon.
— from More Letters of Charles Darwin — Volume 2 A Record of His Work in a Series of Hitherto Unpublished Letters by Charles Darwin

and the arm of the generous and bright-souled Constance gently wound round the feeble frame of Lucilla, who now, reclining back, wept as if her heart would break.
— from Godolphin, Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

For the first time since we had been forced to flee for our lives he gave vent to a series of joyful barks, running around and around the flock as if he had been ordered to do so.
— from Philip of Texas: A Story of Sheep Raising in Texas by James Otis

But other cities, other faces: memory slept to awake again with renewed strength at the first flash of light from the eyes of Ida Buren, there, over the spring violets of the Villa Borghese.
— from The Continental Monthly , Vol. 2 No. 5, November 1862 Devoted to Literature and National Policy by Various

I halted them, demanded their names, regiments, and companies, and informed them that they were prisoners of war; that I was a federal soldier, but that there was no way for me to dispose of them so far from our lines except one; I was sorry it was so—but I must shoot them.
— from The Scout and Ranger Being the Personal Adventures of Corporal Pike of the Fourth Ohio cavalry by James Pike

In this hour or in the next, from a grey ash-bole or a blood-red pine-trunk, might come the naked spirit of life with a face fierce or lovely.
— from Gone to Earth by Mary Gladys Meredith Webb

There would be naked branches; then, in an instant, blurred and flickering forms of leaves.
— from Astounding Stories, May, 1931 by Various

now it was not a black and empty hole; it was all full, full of lights, a million little marching and singing flames, in endless lines, ordered, purposeful, marching to and fro.
— from Rough-Hewn by Dorothy Canfield Fisher

“Poor little girl, you have a kind heart, I know; but you don't love me, and you are hiding your face for fear of letting me see your dislike and your repugnance.
— from The Devil's Pool by George Sand