It appeared to grow upon me as I drew nearer and nearer to my dreadful doom.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

Nor was there any thing which used to be sent by God upon men, as indications of his wrath, which did not happen at this time, for a dark and dismal night oppressed them.
— from Antiquities of the Jews by Flavius Josephus

My discontent grew upon me, and I was on the look-out for means of escape.
— from My Bondage and My Freedom by Frederick Douglass

Guadaloupe or Martinico alone would have given us material aid; much in the way of duties, much in the way of trade and navigation.
— from The Works of the Right Honourable Edmund Burke, Vol. 01 (of 12) by Edmund Burke

It had now become a weary and almost hopeless task, and had it not been for the threefold motives of honor, friendship and gratitude, implanted in their hearts, our two travelers would have given up many a time their rides over the sand, their interrogatories of the peasantry and their close inspection of faces.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

And so, shivering, scared, and sniffing with the first intimations of a cold, and with the bruises in the small of my back growing upon my attention, I drove slowly along Oxford Street and past Tottenham Court Road.
— from The Invisible Man: A Grotesque Romance by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

The Whitman name in the Eastern States, and so branch and South, starts undoubtedly from one John Whitman, born 1602, in Old England, where he grew up, married, and his eldest son was born in 1629.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

What matter if they make the dead walk, we have no need of corpses; they fail to give us men, and it is men we need.
— from Emile by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

She gave up medicine, and, silent and unoccupied, as though she were a prisoner, spent the remainder of her youth in colourless apathy, with bowed head and hanging hands.
— from The Duel and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Yes; and every day and every night desires grow up many and formidable, and their demands are many.
— from The Republic by Plato

Kitty cast a grateful glance upon Mr. Arbuton, as they now entered the church, by a common impulse.
— from A Chance Acquaintance by William Dean Howells

My queen and Eros Have, by their brave instruction, got upon me A nobleness in record.
— from The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare

'A jewel he gave unto me, and I gave to him at his will;
— from Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2) by Wolfram, von Eschenbach, active 12th century

Now, as I watched their forms getting smaller and smaller in the distance, there grew upon me a feeling that he who walked between would nevermore come walking back.
— from The Broad Highway by Jeffery Farnol

At this Woloda reddened again, and began to fidget so violently, and to gaze upon myself and every one else with such a distracted air, that I felt sure I had somehow put my foot in it.
— from Youth by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

I considered the working of the world which God gave unto man as a subject of meditation.
— from The Sceptics of the Old Testament: Job - Koheleth - Agur by Emile Joseph Dillon

Though she would be often saying to me, “My dear child, do not flatter yourself that I shall be long with you, for I feel I am going;”—yet, still willing to hope for what I so much desired, I continued thinking, it may be the Lord will look graciously upon me, and save me from drinking this bitter cup for a while longer: but on December 7th, I found it necessary to render her more assistance than usual while rising in the morning, and conscious that this was a mark of increased weakness, I became greatly affected; and, having done all she at that time needed, I retired p. 5 to plead with the Lord that she might yet be restored; but, alas!
— from A Letter to the Loving and Beloved People of the Parish of Madeley, and Its Vicinity, Who Have Lost a Friend to Piety in the Death of Mrs. Fletcher, Widow of the Rev. J. W. Fletcher, (or de la Flechere,) Late Vicar of Madeley, Shropshire. by Mary Tooth

He cut it up in chunks and put us niggers out on it on de halves, but he had to sell part of it to git de money to git us mules and tools and found to run on.
— from Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Oklahoma Narratives by United States. Work Projects Administration

She’s weeping; you try to comfort her; you want her to give up mopping, and tell her you can make enough to support two, but she won’t listen because there’s the mortgage on the little flat to be paid off.
— from Merton of the Movies by Harry Leon Wilson