Ayaw kutáwa ang kapi kay makúaw ang linugdang, Don’t stir the coffee because you will stir up the sediment.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling And killing my ANNABEL LEE.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

As our party left the Hall, he stood at the entrance; he saw and knew me, and lifted his hat; he offered his hand in passing, and uttered the words "Qu'en dites vous?"—question eminently characteristic, and reminding me, even in this his moment of triumph, of that inquisitive restlessness, that absence of what I considered desirable self-control, which were amongst his faults.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Yes, if you will allow me to say so, I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her, The same undying soul of earth's, activity's, beauty's, heroism's expression, Out from her evolutions hither come, ended the strata of her former themes, Hidden and cover'd by to-day's, foundation of to-day's, Ended, deceas'd through time, her voice by Castaly's fountain, Silent the broken-lipp'd Sphynx in Egypt, silent all those century- baffling tombs, Ended for aye the epics of Asia's, Europe's helmeted warriors, ended the primitive call of the muses, Calliope's call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thalia dead, Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the holy Graal, Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct, The Crusaders' streams of shadowy midnight troops sped with the sunrise, Amadis, Tancred, utterly gone, Charlemagne, Roland, Oliver gone, Palmerin, ogre, departed, vanish'd the turrets that Usk from its waters reflected, Arthur vanish'd with all his knights, Merlin and Lancelot and Galahad, all gone, dissolv'd utterly like an exhalation; Pass'd!
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

It gives us pain that we do not Know how to work the Beaver, we will make Buffalow roabs the best we Can. when you return if I am living you will See me again the same man The Indian in the prarie know me and listen to my words, when you come they will meet to See you.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

and coming half across the room to meet me, kneeled down upon the ground and kissed me, and laid my head down on her bosom near the little creature that was nestling there, and put its hand to my lips.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

Strictly speaking indeed, he when he made it known did not take in the whole, but those wise men who came after him made it known more at large.
— from An Account of Egypt by Herodotus

( k ) MAKE A LIST OF REFERENCES AS YOU PROCEED.—Summarize what you learn and construct an index.
— from How to Study by George Fillmore Swain

He's a kind man and lots of fun.
— from The Wishing Moon by Louise Elizabeth Dutton

This, he knew, meant a loosing, a letting go, a surrender of his inner and honourable dreams, an evasion of that beckoning hand and a forgetting of that summoning voice which bade him to labour agonizingly yet awhile toward other aims.
— from The Girl at the Halfway House A Story of the Plains by Emerson Hough

King made a little effort to clean the cave, but the task was hopeless.
— from King--of the Khyber Rifles: A Romance of Adventure by Talbot Mundy

"But Mr. Anstruther merely knows me as Lady Barmouth.
— from The Yellow Face by Fred M. (Fred Merrick) White

So soon as the man overtook me, he was but a word and a blow, for down he knocked me, and laid me for dead.
— from The Pilgrim's Progress from this world to that which is to come Delivered under the similitude of a dream, by John Bunyan by John Bunyan

He at once abandoned South Leinster as a field of operations, and directed all his efforts to maintain the Pale in Kildare, Meath, and Louth.
— from A Popular History of Ireland : from the Earliest Period to the Emancipation of the Catholics — Complete by Thomas D'Arcy McGee

On one side of the cellar, under the kitchen, make a large rain-water cistern, with a pump in the kitchen and a faucet in the cellar, and the whole arrangement is perfect.
— from Soil Culture Containing a Comprehensive View of Agriculture, Horticulture, Pomology, Domestic Animals, Rural Economy, and Agricultural Literature by J. H. Walden

‘What!’ exclaimed Simon, ‘is it the——’ ‘Exactly so; talk of me, you know, and I am always at hand: besides, I am not half so black as I am painted, as you will see when you know me a little better.’
— from The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh; and the Irish Sketch Book by William Makepeace Thackeray