Time, which delights to obliterate the sterner memorials of human pride, seems to have passed lightly over this little scene of poetry and love, and to have withheld his desolating hand.
— from The Sketch-Book of Geoffrey Crayon by Washington Irving

In the road that runs from the top of Putney Hill to Wimbledon was a number of poor vestiges of the panic torrent that must have poured Londonward on the Sunday night after the fighting began.
— from The War of the Worlds by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

“No mysteries, no cloak to hide one’s self in, no cunning policy here; people laugh outright, they weep for joy here.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

I was intimately acquainted with, and much esteemed, many of these Bhumia chiefs—from my friend Paharji (the rock), Ranawat of Amargarh, to the Kumbhawat of Sesoda on the highest point, lord of the pass of the Aravalli; and even the mountain lion, Dungar Singh who bore amongst us, from his old raids, the familiar title of Roderic Dhu.
— from Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, v. 1 of 3 or the Central and Western Rajput States of India by James Tod

His pipe lying on the table smelt strongly of stale tobacco, and Burkin could not sleep for a long while, and kept wondering where the oppressive smell came from.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

His name appears, however, in the h. p. list of this regt.
— from The Waterloo Roll Call With Biographical Notes and Anecdotes by Charles Dalton

He presently landed on top of the unexploded boilers, forty feet below the former pilot-house, accompanied by his wheel and a rain of other stuff, and enveloped in a cloud of scalding steam.
— from Life on the Mississippi by Mark Twain

When he had fixed his piercing look on this modern Babylon, which equally engages the contemplation of the religious enthusiast, the materialist, and the scoffer,— “Great city,” murmured he, inclining his head, and joining his hands as if in prayer, “less than six months have elapsed since first I entered thy gates.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

I have preserved little of the conversation of this evening.
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell

Let them have a Congress, by all means, and let them show how priests live on the labor of those they deceive.
— from The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll, Vol. 08 (of 12) Dresden Edition—Interviews by Robert Green Ingersoll

The arrangement of these handsome papaw leaves on the branches, too, makes the complete mass of regularly shaped greenery that is the special characteristic of this escape from the tropics; and, since I have seen the real papaw of the West Indies in full glory, I am more than ever glad for the handsomer tree that belongs to the regions of cold and vigor.
— from Getting Acquainted with the Trees by J. Horace (John Horace) McFarland

She carried a full poop, the interior of which constituted the captain’s quarters—roomy, light, and airy; and as I noted the length and solidity of her lower-masts the idea occurred to me that, if the remainder of her spars were to be in proportion, her sail-spread, combined with her perfect lines, ought to give her such exceptional speed as would enable her to do just as she pleased with an adversary.
— from A Middy of the King: A Romance of the Old British Navy by Harry Collingwood

Dr. Duncan paused and seemed rather overcome by emotion; he mixed himself another glass of grog, and after swallowing some continued: "I was called to see him in his present lodgings off the Strand, with the object of signing a certificate of his lunacy."
— from The Threatening Eye by E. F. (Edward Frederick) Knight

Often did she fancy she heard footsteps stealthily following her, and never approached a hedge without expecting to see the murderers start up from behind it; yet she never once turned her head, nor quickened nor slackened her pace; Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
— from Visits and Sketches at Home and Abroad, Vol. 3 (of 3) With Tales and Miscellanies Now First Collected by Mrs. (Anna) Jameson

When Ben Jonson’s Epicœne rammed a century of laughter into the two hours’ traffic, I found with amazement that almost every journalist had put logic on the seat, where our lady imagination should pronounce that unjust and favouring sentence her woman’s heart is ever plotting, and had felt bound to cherish none but reasonable sympathies and to resent the baiting of that grotesque old man.
— from The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 8 (of 8) Discoveries. Edmund Spenser. Poetry and Tradition; and Other Essays. Bibliography by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

No one looking at them would have judged them to be contemporaries in age, for the years that had been spent by Nigel Maxwell in fighting with the sin and misery of an East London parish, and that had broken down his health for a time, and made his hair whiter than it need have been, had passed lightly over the Vicomte, who, nevertheless, had done his duty nobly in his own way, and was known by all the peasants on his large estates as a model landlord and a kind and just master.
— from Vivian's Lesson by Elizabeth W. (Elizabeth Wilson) Grierson

Leaves thick; upper surface dark green, glossy, smooth; [Pg 444] lower surface tinged with bronze, heavily pubescent; lobes one to three with terminus acute; petiolar sinus narrow; basal sinus lacking; lateral sinus a notch if present.
— from Manual of American Grape-Growing by U. P. Hedrick