The ways of heaven are indeed inscrutable, and it is our bounden duty to walk ever dependent on God, looking up to him with humble confidence, and hope in his goodness, and ever confess his justice; and where we "cannot unravel, there learn to trust."
— from Fox's Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs by John Foxe

But Julia mistress, and Antonia maid, Appear'd like two poor harmless women, who Of goblins, but still more of men afraid, Had thought one man might be deterr'd by two, And therefore side by side were gently laid, Until the hours of absence should run through, And truant husband should return, and say, 'My dear, I was the first who came away.'
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

Go back to your fields and your cattle, you lubberly fellow; you’re not fit to associate with ladies and gentlemen like us, that have nothing to do but to run snooking about to our neighbours’ houses, peeping into their private corners, and scenting out their secrets, and picking holes in their coats, when we don’t find them ready made to our hands—you don’t understand such refined sources of enjoyment.’
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

The girl held a geranium leaf up to her nose and said nothing, but looked knowing and noncommittal.
— from The Awakening, and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin

He was enormously busy during the dinner, now bumblingly cheering Paul, now approaching McKelvey with “Hear, you're going to build some piers in Brooklyn,” now noting how enviously the failures of the class, sitting by themselves in a weedy group, looked up to him in his association with the nobility, now warming himself in the Society Talk of McKelvey and Max Kruger.
— from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis

It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us, then, hunt for the path by which they parted.”
— from The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper

This will be found referred to at greater length under the heading of the Fleur-de-lis.
— from A Complete Guide to Heraldry by Arthur Charles Fox-Davies

This is appropriately introduced, as the hair of youths was allowed to grow long until they had reached the age of manhood, on which it was cut close, and consecrated to the Gods.
— from The Fables of Phædrus Literally translated into English prose with notes by Phaedrus

Go lack go lack use to her.
— from Tender Buttons Objects—Food—Rooms by Gertrude Stein

"As God liveth, unless thou hadst spoken, surely then in the morning the people had gone up every one from following his brother."
— from The Expositor's Bible: The Second Book of Samuel by William Garden Blaikie

They all gathered round me there under the mat awnings, and sat on the grass looking up to hear, while I told them of Jesus."
— from The Old Helmet, Volume II by Susan Warner

Off about three points on the weather bow a big glow lit up the heavens, like an island burning somewhere below the horizon.
— from Under Sail by Lincoln Colcord

So she gave it up and wrote a poem about a prince who carried away a maiden, and then she tore up the prince and the maiden, and if it were not for that line about the eyes in the back of her trigonometry, with a long list of words under it rhyming with "stones," she would have forgotten about her playfellow, and much of the memory of the dam and the pride she took as a child in the great letters upon the high stone walls of the mills, and of the word "Barclay" on the long low walls of the factory, might have passed from her consciousness altogether.
— from A Certain Rich Man by William Allen White

It was a pleasure to see the children together: the little girl looked up to him as almost a man, and he made her every whim a law.
— from Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight Games and Stories for Parlor and Fireside by Emily Mayer Higgins

And then, before Lord Hastings could flash the searchlight across the water, had such been his intention, a blinding glare lighted up The Hawk .
— from The Boy Allies Under the Sea; Or, The Vanishing Submarines by Clair W. (Clair Wallace) Hayes

Both to Britain’s God Lift up the heart-felt praise for the might of splendid days, For the glory that hath been.
— from Beyond the Hills of Dream by Wilfred Campbell

Close the eyes and draw a long, slow breath in, gradually lifting up the head, and thinking as far as may be of nothing whatever.
— from Daily Training by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson