re was a young man of the tribe of Benjamin, whose name was Ehud, the son of Gera, a man of very great courage in bold undertakings, and of a very strong body, fit for hard labor, but best skilled in using his left hand, in which was his whole strength; and he also dwelt at Jericho.
— from Antiquities of the Jews by Flavius Josephus

Again Mrs. Darling screamed, this time in distress for him, for she thought he was killed, and she ran down into the street to look for his little body, but it was not there; and she looked up, and in the black night she could see nothing but what she thought was a shooting star.
— from Peter Pan by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie

This imperfect, which is translated by the English pluperfect, is analogous to the present in 1589: as, pater grandis nātū iam diū lectō tenēbātur , V. 5, 16, his aged father had long been bedridden .
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

It makes the American reader’s heart swell with pious pride at what he is doing for his “little brown brother,” in the matter of vaccination, sewers, school-books, and the like.
— from The American Occupation of the Philippines 1898-1912 by James H. (James Henderson) Blount

South from Charing cross, on the right hand, are divers fair houses lately built before the park, then a large tilt-yard for noblemen, and other, to exercise themselves in justing, turning, and fighting at barriers.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

That his dear lady was troubled at the situation he had placed her in by not going himself on that errand, he could see from her letter; but, believing an immediate marriage with her to be the true way of restoring to both that equanimity necessary to serene philosophy, he held it of little account how the marriage was brought about, and happily began his journey towards her place of sojourn.
— from Two on a Tower by Thomas Hardy

He might, from his dress, have been either clerk or servant, and in fact had long been both.
— from Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

More charitable also, and Christ-like in their judgments, I should fain hope; less blinded by a superstitious awe of the Church.
— from Robert Burns by Gabriel Setoun

And if one should be brought faint and bleeding, though wounded, yet not unto death, Oh plead with the soft airs of heaven to favor his languishing breath; Be faithful to heal and to save him, assuaging the fever and pains, Till the pulse in his strong arm be strengthened and the blood courses free in his veins.
— from Nurse and Spy in the Union Army The Adventures and Experiences of a Woman in Hospitals, Camps, and Battle-Fields by S. Emma E. (Sarah Emma Evelyn) Edmonds

Mrs. Morris, who was not capable of much fidelity for her lady, being but lately taken into her service, and not extremely fond of her, thought she had now a fine opportunity of recommending herself to Arabella, by telling her all she knew of Miss Groves, for that was her name; and therefore told her, since she was pleased to command it, she would give her what account she was able of her lady; but entreated her to be secret, because it was of great consequence to her, that her affairs should not be known.
— from The Female Quixote; or, The Adventures of Arabella, v. 1-2 by Charlotte Lennox

The man who is worthy of a good girl's love will understand what it must mean to a mother to give her daughter to him, and he will in every way seek to recompense her for her loss, by bestowing upon her sympathy, courteous attentions, and a son's devotion.
— from A Woman of the World: Her Counsel to Other People's Sons and Daughters by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When he came down in the morning, or returned from his walks, everything was in order, yet, by a kind of magic, just as he wished it; the flowers he loved best bloomed, fresh-gathered, on his table; the very position of the large chair, just in that corner by the fireplace, whence, on entering the roof, its hospitable arms opened with the most cordial air of welcome, bespoke the presiding genius of a woman; and then, precisely as the clock struck eight, Alice entered, so pretty and smiling, and happy-looking, that it was no wonder the single hour at first allotted to her extended into three.
— from Ernest Maltravers — Volume 01 by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

Then he said, in a strange, forced voice that David had never heard come from his lips before: "Bury him.
— from The Courage of Marge O'Doone by James Oliver Curwood