The house was full of cries and lamentations, shrieks and screams, servants frantically tearing their hair, throwing themselves on the ground, or running distractedly about, lamenting.
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

From other cars a like stream was pouring.
— from Bart Keene's Hunting Days; or, The Darewell Chums in a Winter Camp by Allen Chapman

Through narrows where the mountains shut us in With frowning cliffs that seemed to bar the stream; And then through open reaches where the banks Sloped to the water gently, with their fields Of corn and lentils smiling in the sun. Ten days we voyaged through that placid land, Until we came to shoals, and sent a boat Upstream to find,—what
— from The Poems of Henry Van Dyke by Henry Van Dyke

“‘He is the father of curses and lies,’ said Dr. Slop; ‘and is cursed and damned already.
— from Life of Robert Burns by Thomas Carlyle

Tall braziers are set at intervals along the front of the stand, and near them hover swarms of women drawing sable coats together over frocks of chiffon and lace, showing faces a trifle blue with cold beneath flower-laden hats.
— from In Vanity Fair: A Tale of Frocks and Femininity by Eleanor Hoyt Brainerd

Irascibility indicates force of character, at least so he believed, and old folks are apt to accept too meekly the approach of decay.
— from Flowing Gold by Rex Beach

Then after a time they went on and entered the forest on the upper side of the snowslide, where the going was open and dry, and a little farther on crossed a large stream coming out of a side canyon.
— from Jack the Young Explorer: A Boy's Experiances in the Unknown Northwest by George Bird Grinnell

The man had been shown into the waiting-room in the Residency, where he had been filled with anxiety by the ticking of the typewriters in the adjoining room, the constant ringing of telephone bells, and the hurried passage to and fro of clerks and liveried servants.
— from Burning Sands by Arthur E. P. Brome (Arthur Edward Pearse Brome) Weigall