I then returned to Fort Leavenworth, and reported, receiving a fair compensation.
— from Memoirs of General William T. Sherman — Complete by William T. (William Tecumseh) Sherman

And their race would have entirely disappeared, had not one of them because of his youth been left at home, in whose descendants the family later attained renewed renown.
— from Dio's Rome, Volume 1 (of 6) An Historical Narrative Originally Composed in Greek during the Reigns of Septimius Severus, Geta and Caracalla, Macrinus, Elagabalus and Alexander Severus: and Now Presented in English Form by Cassius Dio Cocceianus

He struck the Secretary once with the lantern so that he staggered; and then, whirling it twice round his head, sent it flying far out to sea, where it flared like a roaring rocket and fell.
— from The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

the gaunt Griffin glared From the huge helm, and the long lance of wreck and ruin flared Like a red rod of flame, stony and steeled The Gorgon’s head its leaden eyeballs rolled, And writhed its snaky horrors through the shield, And gaped aghast with bloodless lips and cold In passion impotent, while with blind gaze The blinking owl between the feet hooted in shrill amaze.
— from Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde

The very children, coming in by and by to bid him good-morning before going to church, loudly expressed their astonishment in a shrill trio as to Uncle George's funny looks, and rather rebelled at the unusually curt greeting and dismissal which he gave them.
— from A Bachelor's Dream by Duchess

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free?
— from The Otterbein Hymnal For Use in Public and Social Worship by Edmund S. (Edmund Simon) Lorenz

O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live.
— from The Legendary and Poetical Remains of John Roby author of 'Traditions of Lancashire', with a sketch of his literary life and character by John Roby

A few seconds would have ended his career; but with a frightful oath, such as none but a drink-maddened ruffian would have uttered, he threw himself at full length, and rolled rapidly over and over to a chimney-stack, to which he clung, as he lay upon his face, with his feet so near the awaiting destruction, that his toes rested in the slight iron gutter.
— from Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes by George Manville Fenn

The floor above this contains a number of offices, and the remainder of the building is occupied by a free library and reading room, and halls for lectures and for study.
— from Lights and Shadows of New York Life or, the Sights and Sensations of the Great City by James Dabney McCabe

A little brook crosses the road under a rattling bridge, and wanders on across the fields, limpid and rippling, running its little strain of music through the silence of the meadows.
— from Under the Trees and Elsewhere by Hamilton Wright Mabie