Presently he is laid low; the ‘short sword’ of a sunbeam pales, decapitates him.
— from Demonology and Devil-lore by Moncure Daniel Conway

“Washington was dressed precisely as Stuart has painted him in Lord Lansdowne's full-length portrait—in a full suit of the richest black velvet, with diamond knee-buckles, and square silver buckles set upon shoes japanned with the most scrupulous neatness, black silk stockings, his shirt ruffled at the breast and wrists, a light dress-sword; his hair profusely powdered, fully dressed, so as to project at the sides, and gathered behind in a silk bag, ornamented with a large rose of black riband.
— from Washington and the American Republic, Vol. 3. by Benson John Lossing

Why could one not put happiness into Local Loans, gild its edges, insure it against going down?
— from The Forsyte Saga, Volume III. Awakening To Let by John Galsworthy

With regard to the jaguar's prowess, he is little less formidable than the Bengal tiger: cows and young bulls he destroys with ease and avidity; but the horse is his favourite prey.
— from The Emigrant's Lost Son; or, Life Alone in the Forest by Anonymous

There have been men who chafed, leapt on their times, And reined them in as gallants rein their steeds To curvetings, to show their sweep of limb; Yet love hath on their broad brows written 'fool.' Sages, with passions held in leash like hounds; Grave Doctors, tilting with a lance of light In lists of argument, have knelt and sighed [Pg 82] Most plethoric sighs, and been but very men; Stern hearts, close barred against a wanton world, Have had their gates burst open by a kiss.
— from Poems Third Edition by Alexander Smith

The final incident in the poem, ‘Hylax in limine latrat’ (though the name given to the dog is Greek), is a touch of natural life, such as does not often occur in the Eclogues.
— from The Roman Poets of the Augustan Age: Virgil by W. Y. (William Young) Sellar

" "Perhaps he is," Lucia laughed, "but he is my soldier of the pennies, just the same, that's the name I love him by.
— from Lucia Rudini: Somewhere in Italy by Martha Trent

In time the Tsaritsa gave birth to a son; they called him Ivan Goroh, and he grew, not by the year, but by the hour, smooth and plump; he is lively, laughs, jumps, springs on the sand, and his strength is growing in him all the time, so that at ten years he was a mighty champion.
— from Myths and Folk-tales of the Russians, Western Slavs, and Magyars by Jeremiah Curtin

It was at that period that he spent a short time at Primini, before he set out on the long tour on which he had determined, in order to see various countries, and study their manners and institutions; to perfect himself in living languages; and to examine the different industrial processes invented and practised beyond the bounds of his own country, with whic
— from Popular Tales by Madame (Elisabeth Charlotte Pauline) Guizot