I then hastened Mrs. Selwyn away, though not before she had said to Lord Orville, “Pray, has your Lordship obtained Miss Anville’s leave to favour us with your company?”
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave— You’d never doubt that it was life they promised Had you looked on them face to face as I did, With so red lips, and running on such feet, And having such wide-open, shining eyes.
— from The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 2 (of 8) The King's Threshold. On Baile's Strand. Deirdre. Shadowy Waters by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

The daughters of the parent house, young ladies of the old days, I found living still, to remember and to entertain me; one of them, a widow approaching her ninetieth year, was the most charmingly nimble-minded and witty person of her age that I ever met.
— from The Retrospect by Ada Cambridge

The haill parischoners being poisit how yay lyckit of y e said M r Alex r w t vniforme consent being particularly inqwyrit schew y r guid lycking of him and
— from Of the Orthographie and Congruitie of the Britan Tongue A Treates, noe shorter than necessarie, for the Schooles by Hume, Alexander, schoolmaster

"I received last night," he writes to the Pensionary, Heinsius, "your letter of the preceding day, and your letter of yesterday has been delivered to me to-day by Lord Villiers.
— from William the Third by H. D. (Henry Duff) Traill

Illustrious Sir, etc. : To-day at six o'clock Hector and I were alone with the Pope, having your letters of the twenty-sixth ultimo and of the first of the present month, and also a list of those who are to compose the escort.
— from Lucretia Borgia According to Original Documents and Correspondence of Her Day by Ferdinand Gregorovius

"See," said Lancelot to Arthur, "how Palamides hovers yonder like one in a dream, sick, I fancy, from envy of Tristram."
— from Historic Tales: The Romance of Reality. Vol. 14 (of 15), King Arthur (2) by Malory, Thomas, Sir

You can open your bedroom window at night in New York, and the pocket handkerchief you leave on your dressing table will still be white in the morning, fairly white.
— from From Dublin to Chicago: Some Notes on a Tour in America by George A. Birmingham

"Guthrie," she moaned piteously, "have you left off caring for me?" "No, Francie.
— from Sisters by Ada Cambridge