The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
— from Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete by Emily Dickinson

For death was the punishment for almost every offence, so that even men convicted of idleness were executed, and those who stole pot-herbs or fruits suffered just like sacrilegious robbers and murderers.
— from Plutarch's Lives, Volume 1 (of 4) by Plutarch

Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa’s arm, which he had held beneath his own, and Teresa, accompanied by her elegant cavalier, took her appointed place with much agitation in the aristocratic quadrille.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

Their hands were mostly kept in their pockets; they wore a leather strap round their hips or knees, and boots that required a great deal of lacing, but seemed never to get any.
— from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

They had a very long, amicable, and confidential talk there, in the course of which Jos Sedley was somehow made aware (but in a manner that did not in the least scare or offend him) that Becky's heart had first learned to beat at his enchanting presence; that George Osborne had certainly paid an unjustifiable court to HER, which might account for Amelia's jealousy and their little rupture; but that Becky never gave the least encouragement to the unfortunate officer, and that she had never ceased to think about Jos from the very first day she had seen him, though, of course, her duties as a married woman were paramount—duties which she had always preserved, and would, to her dying day, or until the proverbially bad climate in which Colonel Crawley was living should release her from a yoke which his cruelty had rendered odious to her.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

They knew that their luggage stood ready locked and strapped at home; they could look before them to the whole summer's pleasure, and they were relaxed and ready to be pleased, and broke simultaneously into a low murmur of talk and laughter.
— from Van Bibber and Others by Richard Harding Davis

"Not since I left school," replied Daventry.
— from Winning His Wings: A Story of the R.A.F. by Percy F. (Percy Francis) Westerman

Zilpha's little house where "she was spinning linen," making the Walden woods ring with her shrill singing,—a loud, shrill, remarkable voice,—when once she 430 was away to town, set on fire by English soldiers on parole, in the last war, and cat and dog and hens all burned up.
— from Journal 01, 1837-1846 The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, Volume 07 (of 20) by Henry David Thoreau

Nor him, whose birth, and pedigree Is fam’d abroad by’s Heraldrie; Hee who by fleeting glory’s hurld In his rich Chariot through the world: Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbè Ipse se librans, sua rura latam 98 png 108 Addit in lancem, socioq ue fallens Pondus in auro, He’s poore that wants himselfe, yet weighs Proudly himselfe; in this scale layes 99 F3 png 109 His lands, in th’other broad one, by, The false weight of his gold doth lye, Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni, Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsa Plebis attollit, propriaq ue se
— from The Odes of Casimire, Translated by G. Hils by Maciej Kazimierz Sarbiewski