A little while after she began to groan, lament and cry.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

Carrio, who read what passed within, me, laughed at hearing me grumble like a child.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

A towering structure to the palace join'd; To this his steps the thoughtful prince inclined: In his pavilion there, to sleep repairs; The lighted torch, the sage Euryclea bears (Daughter of Ops, the just Pisenor's son, For twenty beeves by great Laertes won; In rosy prime with charms attractive graced, Honour'd by him, a gentle lord and chaste, With dear esteem: too wise, with jealous strife To taint the joys of sweet connubial life.
— from The Odyssey by Homer

"She is very light," said Graham, "like a child!"
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

11. Hōc proeliō factō barbarī ita perterritī sunt ut ab ultimīs gentibus lēgātī ad Caesarem mitterentur.
— from Latin for Beginners by Benjamin L. (Benjamin Leonard) D'Ooge

There was something in its touch that gave Lucie a check.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Mr. John Browdie, with his hands in his pockets, hovered restlessly about these delicacies, stopping occasionally to whisk the flies out of the sugar-basin with his wife’s pocket-handkerchief, or to dip a teaspoon in the milk-pot and carry it to his mouth, or to cut off a little knob of crust, and a little corner of meat, and swallow them at two gulps like a couple of pills.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

I could only explain the undiminished zeal of the singers, and particularly of Tichatschek, who seemed to grow lustier and cheerier the longer it lasted, as an amiable trick to conceal from me the inevitable catastrophe.
— from My Life — Volume 1 by Richard Wagner

She was dressed in green silk gauze and wore upon her flowing green locks a crown of jewels.
— from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum

He's grumbling like a common bear—just listen to what he says.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

He was aware of a rustling sound and when he got loose and came up he saw Beth naked by the window for an instant.
— from Subject to Change by Ron Goulart

Startle it, the winding stream will become a twisted arrow; the wave of poisoned life will lash through the grass like a cast lance.
— from The Queen of the Air: Being a Study of the Greek Myths of Cloud and Storm by John Ruskin

'Stones again, Harry,' and Harry, only too glad to feel that he was assisting in the driving, rattled the stones gaily, laughing and chattering with delight.
— from Chatterbox, 1906 by Various

Its aspect, however, was now changed; the mould and damp had disappeared from the walls and columns; rich stained glass in the windows, receiving the full light of the summer sun, poured a flood of glorious colours across the pavement; wreaths of flowers wound around the massive pillars; green boughs and glittering armour hung upon the wall; and, though the serving men, from time to time, looked round with habitual dread at any sudden sound, yet the chief party, which remained in the hall after the mid-day meal, was full of gay life and cheerful happiness.
— from The Castle of Ehrenstein Its Lords Spiritual and Temporal; Its Inhabitants Earthly and Unearthly by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

For twenty miles every road was jammed with clattering cavalry, plodding infantry, and rumbling batteries, the guns, limbers, and caissons still covered with the green boughs which had been used to mask their position from German aeroplanes.
— from Fighting in Flanders by E. Alexander (Edward Alexander) Powell

At that instant Nietzsche had almost reached the term of his thought, but with great labour and consequent suffering.
— from The life of Friedrich Nietzsche by Daniel Halévy

And although he does not find in himself this proper and singular sign of judging, and that he perceives that he ought not to engage his consent, considering that there may be some false, equal to these true appearances, yet does he not, for all that, fail of carrying on the offices of his life with great liberty and convenience.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

At first the stories were told and sung from father to son—that is, from one generation to another; but later, when people learned how to write, these myths were written down, and kept with great love and care.
— from Asgard Stories: Tales from Norse Mythology by Mabel H. Cummings

A garment like a coape of cotten, wouen of sundry coulours, and in the middest a blacke whele made of feathers.
— from The pleasant historie of the conquest of the VVeast India, now called new Spayne atchieued by the vvorthy Prince Hernando Cortes, marques of the Valley of Huaxacac, most delectable to reade by Francisco López de Gómara