The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles—the hurtled balls scream, The battle-front forms amid the smoke—the volleys pour incessant from the line, Hark, the ringing word Charge!—now the tussle and the furious maddening yells, Now the corpses tumble curl'd upon the ground, Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you, Angry cloth I saw there leaping.)
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

So you put your two hands between my two hands again,' cried the comfortable creature, embracing her, 'with that blessed little picter lying on your lap, and you shall be told all the story.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

“We have duties which seem to press lightly on you.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

he continued, glancing with curiosity at his stalwart, sunburned rescuers; “there seems to be a powerful lot of ye.”
— from A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle

HOW agitated, my dear Sir, is the present life of your Evelina!
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

By flowery spots, and verdant lanes, skirting Hornsey, Hope trained us on in many a baffling turn; endless, hopeless meanders, as it seemed; or as if the jealous waters had dodged us, reluctant to have the humble spot of their nativity revealed; till spent, and nigh famished, before set of the same sun, we sate down somewhere by Bowes Farm, near Tottenham, with a tithe of our proposed labours only yet accomplished; sorely convinced in spirit, that that Brucian enterprise was as yet too arduous for our young shoulders.
— from The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb

Gentlemen, The penance lies on you if these fair ladies Pass away frowning.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

At least you might have sent me word as to your destination and the probable length of your absence.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

Ah! poor little one, you are going from a world that has been full of woe to you.”
— from The Clever Woman of the Family by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

"If it goes by good name and fame," said the bachelor, "your worship alone bears away the palm from all the knights-errant; for the Moor in his own language, and the Christian in his, have taken care to set before us your gallantry, your high courage in encountering dangers, your fortitude in adversity, your patience under misfortunes as well as wounds, the purity and continence of the platonic loves of your worship and my lady Dona Dulcinea del Toboso-" "I never heard my lady Dulcinea called Dona," observed Sancho here; "nothing more than the lady Dulcinea del Toboso; so here already the history is wrong."
— from The History of Don Quixote, Volume 2, Part 19 by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, how perfectly lovely of you!
— from Pollyanna by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter

Trewly, madame, there is nothyng in my power that I ne dyd for the honour Certes, madame, il nest chose en mon pouoir que je ne feisse pour lhonneur of you, how be it that I do nat understande
— from An Introductorie for to Lerne to Read, To Pronounce, and to Speke French Trewly by Giles Du Wés

The more the faculties of the mind are exercised in the tranquillity of retirement, the more conspicuous they appear; and should the pleasures of debauchery be the ruling passion, learn, O young man!
— from Solitude With the Life of the Author. In Two Parts by Johann Georg Zimmermann

The congregation at the Bishop's church was precisely like one you would meet in New York, Philadelphia, or Boston.
— from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana

You thought that, by trying to make your picture resemble that of my poor loved one, you would rouse in my breast feelings favorable to yourself!
— from The Woman of Mystery by Maurice Leblanc

“I’ll not be disappointed for nothing,” cried the ruffian, “Dio the devil is not to be fooled, and my pretty lady of Ystrad Fîn, I have depended on a good booty from you to-day, so that unless in two minutes you strip, and give me every article in which you are clothed, a pistol bullet shall pass through your delicate body.”
— from The Adventures and Vagaries of Twm Shôn Catti Descriptive of Life in Wales: Interspersed with Poems by T. J. Llewelyn (Thomas Jeffery Llewelyn) Prichard

And you—you thought to defy a man who felt the killing of that puny lover of yours no more than he would have felt the killing of a rat!”
— from The Second Dandy Chater by Tom Gallon

You remember the hackneyed quotation: [Pg 8] "'In the proud lexicon of youth which fate reserves to a bright manhood, There is no such a word as Fail!'"
— from An Old Man's Darling by Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.