Before us, near the head of the stairs, quietly appeared the Great One, Swami Sri Yukteswarji, standing in the noble pose of a sage.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

“Go on,” says Sophia; “you may mention anything you have not told me before.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

“Get up, don’t go on sleeping,” said Yashvin, going behind the partition and giving Petritsky, who was lying with ruffled hair and with his nose in the pillow, a prod on the shoulder.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

"I don't know anything about Mrs. Bahrr's gift of second sight, York; I'm simply telling what I do know.
— from The Reclaimers by Margaret Hill McCarter

This first plowing of ground, or as Husbandmen tearme it, the first ardor, is called fallowing: the second ardor, which we call stirring of ground, or sommer stirring, you shall begin in Iuly, which is of great consequence, for by meanes of it you shall kill all manner of wéedes and thistells that would annoy your Land.
— from The English Husbandman The First Part: Contayning the Knowledge of the true Nature of euery Soyle within this Kingdome: how to Plow it; and the manner of the Plough, and other Instruments by Gervase Markham

That I get on so slowly you may fairly impute to want of practice in composition, when I declare to you that (the few verses which you have seen excepted) I have not writ fifty lines since I left school.
— from The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 5 The Letters of Charles and Mary Lamb, 1796-1820 by Charles Lamb

Gordon only spent six years at this kind of work, and much of the time was engaged in his official duties, yet the results were so good, that one cannot but regret that a longer part of his career was not passed in the same way.
— from General Gordon A Christian Hero by Seton Churchill

Now this was a little girl of some six years old, as fair and as smooth of skin, dear madam, as your own darling cherubs.
— from Roundabout Papers by William Makepeace Thackeray

The men of late generations had really been rather grotesque, crowds of them strutting their personalities about in some rag or gaud of spiritual skill, yet glaring with the lues of a low evolution.
— from The Last Miracle by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel