First, That in the passage of Light out of Glass into Air there is a Reflexion as strong as in its passage out of Air into Glass, or rather a little stronger, and by many degrees stronger than in its passage out of Glass into Water.
— from Opticks Or, A Treatise of the Reflections, Refractions, Inflections, and Colours of Light by Isaac Newton

"Why should the ghost of Ramon Alvarez look so much like Mr. Parmalee?" Drew paled, and then flushed.
— from Doubloons—and the Girl by John Maxwell Forbes

In a previous illustration (page 65) a head of one of these arrows is given on rather a larger scale, so as to show the very peculiar barbs.
— from Nature's Teachings: Human Invention Anticipated by Nature by J. G. (John George) Wood

She had been living like to you and I. I went with more, and kissed her for the last, And thought with tears on pleasures that were past; And, the last kindness left me then to do, I went, at milking, where the blossoms grew, And handfuls got of rose and lambtoe sweet, And put them with her in her winding-sheet.
— from Poems Chiefly from Manuscript by John Clare

The historical anecdote of the Roman emperor who fed his horse on gilded oats reads a little strange when we first come across it in youth.
— from Round About a Great Estate by Richard Jefferies

I reserve a little space in order to give our readers a little sample of this gospel work as it appears in a letter from our helper, Yong Jin.
— from The American Missionary — Volume 42, No. 01, January, 1888 by Various

Afterwards I came to a garden of roses and lilies set about with the tender green of spring.
— from Dimbie and I—and Amelia by Mabel Barnes-Grundy

I have sat quiet for an hour or more studying her when she has thought me asleep in my chair by the fire,—and I have fancied that my life is something like the damaged fabric she is so carefully repairing,—holes and rents everywhere,—all the symmetry of design dropping to pieces,—the little garlands of roses and laurels snapped asunder,—and
— from The Treasure of Heaven: A Romance of Riches by Marie Corelli