A few lay under foot, still or wailing.
— from The Red Badge of Courage: An Episode of the American Civil War by Stephen Crane

on is to be spent "out of town"—even in Newport or Palm Beach—the most extravagant bride will find little use for any but country clothes, a very few frocks for Sunday, and possibly a lot of evening dresses.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

“Let us fly, let us fly!
— from Moby Dick; Or, The Whale by Herman Melville

Towards midnight Maimoune floated lightly up from the well, intending, according to her usual habit, to roam about the upper world as curiosity or accident might prompt.
— from The Arabian Nights Entertainments by Andrew Lang

Flap , lead used for the coverings of roofs.
— from The Slang Dictionary: Etymological, Historical and Andecdotal by John Camden Hotten

Now any thought the quality of whose fringe lets us feel ourselves 'all right,' is an acceptable member of our thinking, whatever kind of thought it may otherwise be.
— from The Principles of Psychology, Volume 1 (of 2) by William James

A plague on his friarship, said the devils then; the lousy beggar would not lend a poor cope to the fatherly father; let us fright him.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

Even the Reformation, that other great movement of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, had far less unity, far less of combined action, than is at first sight supposed; and the Renaissance was infinitely less united, less conscious of combined action, than the Reformation.
— from The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry by Walter Pater

No matter, since you are so steadfast, and would have us fast, let us fast as fast as we can, and then breakfast in the name of famine.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

“Gentlemen, this is becoming tedious,” I said to them loudly: “if we are to fight, let us fight; you had time yesterday to talk as much as you wanted to.”
— from A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Iurevich Lermontov

We ourselves are now employing stores of force laid up for us by the unconscious processes of Nature in long past ages.
— from Light Science for Leisure Hours A series of familiar essays on scientific subjects, natural phenomena, &c. by Richard A. (Richard Anthony) Proctor

They tossed in burning brands and watched the flames leap up from pits they themselves had dug.
— from Betty Gordon in the Land of Oil; Or, The Farm That Was Worth a Fortune by Alice B. Emerson

a flash of flame leapt up from each boat.
— from A Knight of the White Cross: A Tale of the Siege of Rhodes by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

'Let us pause, friends, let us feel the fluttering of the heart that preceded the battle, let us hear the order to advance, let us behold the wild charge, the glistening bayonets, the rushing horses, the blinding——'" "But, Gyp, that's nothing about the Philippine Islands!"
— from Highacres by Jane Abbott

"Well, really," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, looking up from her work.
— from Margaret Capel: A Novel, vol. 2 of 3 by Ellen Wallace

He never reflected that many who accepted protection from fear or convenience, did so in the expectation of living in a state of neutrality, and that they might say, 'If we must fight , let us fight on the side of our friends, of our countrymen of America.'" (Bancroft's History of the United States, Vol.
— from The Loyalists of America and Their Times, Vol. 2 of 2 From 1620-1816 by Egerton Ryerson

They cast a farewell look upon fair Granada and upon the beautiful fields of their infancy, as if for these they were willing to lay down their lives, but not for an ungrateful people.
— from Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada, from the mss. of Fray Antonio Agapida by Washington Irving

"My good friend—for you really have been a good friend to me, the best I ever had in all the world—my good friend, let us for only just this one minute speak of the times that lie behind.
— from Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces by Thomas W. Hanshew

Full a week later, Frank looked up from his pillow, and said, ‘I wonder when it will be safe to have Mite back.
— from That Stick by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge