It rises up with a hard round stalk, about a foot high, parted into some branches, having divers soft green leaves, [182] long and narrow, set thereon, waved, but not cut into the edges, broadest towards the ends, somewhat round pointed; the flowers are white that grow at the tops of the branches, spike-fashion, one above another; after which come round pouches, parted in the middle with a furrow, having one blackish brown seed on either side, somewhat sharp in taste, and smelling of garlick, especially in the fields where it is natural, but not so much in gardens: The roots are small and thready, perishing every year.
— from The Complete Herbal To which is now added, upwards of one hundred additional herbs, with a display of their medicinal and occult qualities physically applied to the cure of all disorders incident to mankind: to which are now first annexed, the English physician enlarged, and key to Physic. by Nicholas Culpeper

we had our baggage better secured under a good shelter formed of grass; we also strengthened our little fortification with pine poles and brush, and the party formed themselves very comfortable tents with willow poles and grass in the form of the orning of a waggon, these were made perfectly secure as well from the heat of the sun as from rain.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

It is the shadow of pain which touches the young face with such pathetic patience; but Beth seldom complains, and always speaks hopefully of "being better soon."
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott

The scene is still within the house of Barabas; but some time is supposed to have elapsed since the preceding conference between Abigail and Friar Jacomo.
— from The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe

I had only met her once before, but she took it into her head to lionize me.
— from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

His lips were opened to tell her of her own beauty, but something restrained him, some perception of maidenly dignity that enfolded her and made her more than the girl who had waited on the table.
— from The Gay Cockade by Temple Bailey

I did nothing, and realized clearly that all I had done before, ploughing, mowing, chopping, had only been because she wished it.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Now she did not dress for her own sake, not for the sake of her own beauty, but simply that as the mother of those exquisite creatures she might not spoil the general effect.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

Thwackum, who had swallowed more liquor than Jones, but without any ill effect on his brain, seconded the pious harangue of Blifil; but Square, for reasons which the reader may probably guess, was totally silent.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

"Better what?" asked H. O. "Bunk, bottle, scoot, skip, vanish, exit," said the soldier.
— from The Wouldbegoods by E. (Edith) Nesbit

And she refused not the proffered embrace, but fell on his bosom and kissed him tenderly; and then withdrawing herself gently from his arms, said, with her own bright, beaming smile: "Now go—go your way, silly boy—and beware how you let that noble man perceive your folly."
— from The Silent Rifleman! A tale of the Texan prairies by Henry William Herbert

At that moment he was cut down from behind; and was only saved from slaughter by a brother-officer, who rode up, shot one sowar and sabred another, and then carried him off, bleeding but safe.
— from The History of the Indian Revolt and of the Expeditions to Persia, China and Japan, 1856-7-8 by George Dodd

So he threw it into the basket and set a handful of butternuts before Sandy Chipmunk.
— from The Tale of Sandy Chipmunk by Arthur Scott Bailey

“You may save yourself the trouble,” said John Splendid; “Glen Shira’s awake by this time, for the watchers have been in the hut on Ben Bhuidhe since ever we came back from Lorn, and they are in league with other watchers at the Gearron town, who will have the alarm miles up the Glen by now if I make no mistake about the breed.”
— from John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn by Neil Munro

They were her world, and her sole pleasure was to satisfy the compassionate impulse in her own breast by severe toil, by tender solicitude, by night watching, and by exertions often continued to actual suffering. Death, into whose face she had looked beside so many sickbeds, was to her a kind friend who held the key of the eternal home where the Divine Bridegroom awaited her.
— from Barbara Blomberg — Volume 07 by Georg Ebers