your oars incessant ply; Strain every nerve, and bid the vessel fly.
— from The Odyssey by Homer

But if this synthesis is a synthesis of apprehension (of the manifold of a given phenomenon), then the order is determined in the object, or to speak more accurately, there is therein an order of successive synthesis which determines an object, and according to which something necessarily precedes, and when this is posited, something else necessarily follows.
— from The Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant

They went on, in profound silence; every now and then, Mr. Bumble relaxed his pace, and turned his head as if to make sure that his helpmate was following; then, discovering that she was close at his heels, he mended his rate of walking, and proceeded, at a considerable increase of speed, towards their place of destination.
— from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

The Valley of Chamounix in the collection of Walter Fawkes, Esq., I have [Page 130] never seen; it has a high reputation; the Hannibal passing the Alps in its present state exhibits nothing but a heavy shower and a crowd of people getting wet; another picture in the artist's gallery of a land-fall is most masterly and interesting, but more daring than agreeable.
— from Modern Painters, Volume 1 (of 5) by John Ruskin

Ten of the horses, with heads down, get off in a bunch, shooting straight as arrows for the Corso; the eleventh slips on the cobbles, rolls over and, recovering itself, tears after its pals, straining every nerve.
— from An Autobiography by Elizabeth (Elizabeth Southerden Thompson) Butler

Notwithstanding that, I persevered, stopping every now and then to listen, lest my captors should return; but as no one came I was satisfied that they had gone away, and now redoubled my efforts.
— from Dick Cheveley: His Adventures and Misadventures by William Henry Giles Kingston

At first it proceeds slowly, every now and then climbing tall blades of grass, and from these high places viewing the surrounding country in search of landmarks.
— from The Dawn of Reason; or, Mental Traits in the Lower Animals by Weir, James, Jr.

I prayed so eagerly— Not to be, You turned and passed.
— from The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems by Dora Sigerson Shorter