At times his poetry rushed upon him like a whirlwind, and caught him up “Like swift Ezekiel, by his lock of hair”— and when he came down he seemed weak, panting, and powerless.
— from Young's Night Thoughts With Life, Critical Dissertation and Explanatory Notes by Edward Young

His Grace, who was in his ninetieth year, had until last summer enjoyed the most vigorous health, and only now succumbs to the prostration then occasioned by the group of domestic bereavements which at the time created such a sensation.
— from Gloria Mundi by Harold Frederic

When a feller gets into a muss he's bound to crawl out of it an' keep his upper lip stiff, else folks will have the laugh on him.
— from Off Santiago with Sampson by James Otis

For this purpose, there was only one object left untried and unaccomplished; but time and his undoubted loyalty soon enabled him to achieve it.
— from Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two by William Carleton

If he could have spoken very easily, he might possibly have uttered long sentences, expositions, or orations; such as some of his friends indulged in, to the utter confusion of their hearers.
— from Charles Lamb: A Memoir by Barry Cornwall

It was to that group Herbert Myrvin wished to confine the attention of his merry little sister, who, however, did not choose to be so governed, and frisked about from one group to another, regardless of her graver brother's warning glances; one minute seated on Mrs. Hamilton's knee and nestling her little head on her bosom, the next pulling her uncle Lord St. Eval's coat, to make him turn round and play with her, and then running away with a wild and ringing laugh.
— from The Mother's Recompense, Volume 2 A Sequel to Home Influence by Grace Aguilar