We have had the Leaves green unusually late this year, I think:
— from Letters of Edward FitzGerald, in Two Volumes. Vol. 2 by Edward FitzGerald

"Dear sire, you gave us life, to you we give Our little bodies—feed on them and live!" Like two bruis'd lilies, soon they pin'd away, And breath'd their last upon their father's knee; Despair and Famine bow'd him to their sway; He died—here ends this Count's dark tragedy.
— from The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 12, No. 332, September 20, 1828 by Various

In the guard were forty-seven thousand picked men, the old guard under Lefebvre, the young guard under Bessières.
— from The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte. Vol. 3 (of 4) by William Milligan Sloane

"Listen, my son," he went on, in a voice grown weak with that last effort, "I have no more wish to give up life than you to give up wine and mistresses, horses and hounds, and hawks and gold——" "I can well believe it," thought the son; and he knelt down by the bed and kissed Bartolommeo's cold hands.
— from The Elixir of Life by Honoré de Balzac

“I suppose when your left eyebrow goes up like that you’re trying to flirt.
— from A Daughter of the Vine by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton

It's nothing but Tommy Atkins here, and Files-on-parade there; battle-ships "beyant," and cruisers in the "offin'," mixed up with gunboats and bumboats and "gund u las," till you would think you were standing on the pier at "Suthampton.
— from A Fantasy of Mediterranean Travel by Samuel G. (Samuel Gamble) Bayne

You tie us down and restrict us in everything, and if we let our poor, clinging hearts go out to you ever so little before you give us leave, then you cry out shame upon us.
— from The Bride of the Tomb, and Queenie's Terrible Secret by Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.

Would I have given up Leta to you, if she had been of any further value to myself?
— from The Continental Monthly, Vol 6, No 5, November 1864 Devoted To Literature And National Policy by Various