Not that he doubted the virtue of many of those forlorn ones who gayly tripped their feet over rough boards, and drank tea or ginger ale and filled their pockets with bar checks to make a living as best they might, but because the whole garish, rough, drink-laden, curse-begrimed atmosphere of a camp dance hall revolted him.
— from The Plunderer by Roy Norton

[11] He made the logical forms of the concept and of the judgment correspond to the two forms of reality, being and doing, finding corresponding analogies in space, a dividing of being, and in time, a dividing of doing.
— from Logic as the Science of the Pure Concept by Benedetto Croce

The church of the Pantepoptes was founded or restored by Anna Dalassena, 349 the mother of Alexius I. Comnenus (1081-1118), one of the most remarkable women in Byzantine history, combining to a rare degree domestic virtues with great political ambition and administrative ability.
— from Byzantine Churches in Constantinople: Their History and Architecture by Alexander Van Millingen

Each year shall give this apple-tree A broader flush of roseate bloom, A deeper maze of verdurous gloom, And loosen, when the frost-clouds lower, The crisp brown leaves in thicker shower; The years shall come and pass, but we Shall hear no longer, where we lie, The summer's songs, the autumn's sigh, In the boughs of the apple-tree.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

His majordomo he would see, as speedily as was convenient to a man as full of ranch business as Dade Hunter found himself.
— from The Gringos A Story Of The Old California Days In 1849 by B. M. Bower

Each year shall give this apple-tree A broader flush of roseate bloom, A deeper maze of verdurous gloom, And loosen, when the frost-clouds lower, The crisp brown leaves in thicker shower; The years shall come and pass, but we Shall hear no longer, where we lie, The summer's songs, the autumn's sigh,
— from Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader Being Selections from the Chief American Writers by Benj. N. (Benjamin Nicholas) Martin

Each year shall give this apple-tree A broader flush of roseate bloom, A deeper maze of verdurous gloom, And loosen, when the frost-clouds lower, The crisp brown leaves in thicker shower.
— from The Home Book of Verse — Volume 3 by Burton Egbert Stevenson