He still slowly moved his finger over his upper lip, and still his eye dwelt dreamily on the glowing grate; thinking it urgent to say something, I asked him presently if he felt any cold draught from the door, which was behind him.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

As when some saint first gains his bright abode, Vaults o'er the spheres and views the works of God, Sees earth, his kindred orb, beneath him roll, Here glow the centre, and there point the pole; O'er land and sea his eyes delighted rove, And human thoughts his heavenly joys improve; With equal scope the raptured Hero's sight Ranged the low vale, or climb'd the cloudy height,
— from The Columbiad: A Poem by Joel Barlow

Wait till youth has become age; and not more different is the miniature which we have of him when a boy, when every feature spoke of hope, put side {25} by side of the large portrait painted to his honor, when he is old, when his limbs are shrunk, his eye dim, his brow furrowed, and his hair gray, than differs the moral grace of that boyhood from the forbidding and repulsive aspect of his soul, {30} [Pg 233] now that he has lived to the age of man.
— from Selections from the Prose Writings of John Henry Cardinal Newman For the Use of Schools by John Henry Newman

Enough to live with him all your life, and see him every day, and be to him what a true wife ought to be?
— from Cap'n Warren's Wards by Joseph Crosby Lincoln

Beyond that perception he did not seek to look and so he escaped discomfort.
— from Cleo The Magnificent; Or, The Muse of the Real: A Novel by Louis Zangwill

“Now how under the sun could he tell it was the left leg?” asked Step Hen, evidently deeply puzzled to account for the positive manner in which the guide made this assertion.
— from The Boy Scouts on the Trail; or, Scouting through the Big Game Country by Carter, Herbert, active 1909-1917

Moreover, he thought the change of life and occupation would be the best thing for Rachel, and Mrs. Curtis could not but acquiesce, little as she had even dreamt that a daughter of hers would marry into a marching regiment!
— from The Clever Woman of the Family by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

We meet, with several other ladies, at ——‘s house every day, with as many tailors as we can collect, and stitch away.’
— from The History of the Indian Revolt and of the Expeditions to Persia, China and Japan, 1856-7-8 by George Dodd

The labourers and soldiers had each, daily, a bottle of Teneriffe wine of excellent quality.—S.
— from Life of Napoleon Bonaparte, Volume V. by Walter Scott

By this time, Joyce was so paralyzed with fright that she could scarcely move a limb, and speech had entirely deserted her.
— from The Boarded-Up House by Augusta Huiell Seaman

But tyrant sickness fed upon my love, And spread his ensigns, dyed with colour white; Then was suspicion glad for to remove, And loving much did fear to lose her quite.
— from Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles: Phillis - Licia by Thomas Lodge