The hot whisky and water sent its vulgar and entirely acceptable consolations into the frozen recesses of my being, a feeling of sociability stole upon me; I felt magnanimously pleased at the thought that Maxwell, at least, had had a perfectly successful day; I glowed with gratitude towards Con Brickley and his wife.
— from Further Experiences of an Irish R.M. by E. Oe. (Edith Oenone) Somerville

Since then, the years are many, the days have flown as the flocks of southering swallows; unnumbered moons have multiplied in fugitive silver, uncounted suns in irretainable gold.
— from Ebony and Crystal: Poems in Verse and Prose by Clark Ashton Smith

But the feel of something solid under me, and the certainty that for a little while at least I was safe from drowning, helped me to pull myself together; and before long some of my strength came back, and a little of my spirit with it, and I went about settling myself more securely on my poor sort of a raft.
— from In the Sargasso Sea A Novel by Thomas A. (Thomas Allibone) Janvier

Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing— Under my tree where I sit cometh the Wind to confession.
— from Songs and Other Verse by Eugene Field