It stood in a space defined by the present line of Yonge Street on the west, by nearly the present line of Victoria Street on the east, by Queen Street on the north and by Richmond Street on the south.
— from Toronto of Old Collections and recollections illustrative of the early settlement and social life of the capital of Ontario by Henry Scadding

He began to move toward the chair, his face illuminated with hope, but at that moment the teacher seized him brutally (or, perhaps, she would have said, gently) in her arms, and lifting him up above the heads of the other children showed him the basin of water, saying, "Come, poor little one, you shall see too!"
— from The Montessori Method Scientific Pedagogy as Applied to Child Education in 'The Children's Houses' with Additions and Revisions by the Author by Maria Montessori

If, while you keep the vigils of the night, For your wild tears make darkness all too bright, Some lone orb through your lonely window peeps, As it played lover over your sweet sleeps; Think it a golden crevice in the sky, Which I have pierced but to behold you by!
— from Poems of To-Day: an Anthology by Various

But let this pass; later on you shall kill me or I you.
— from The Land of Bondage: A Romance by John Bloundelle-Burton

I'm a poor, lonely orphan, you see; No mother, no friends that are caring for me; If I'm wounded, or captured, or killed, in the war, 'Twill matter to nobody, Colonel Dunbar."
— from Beechenbrook A Rhyme of the War by Margaret Junkin Preston

“And you too, Mrs Jenks, and that poor lad of yours,” she would say, laying her head caressingly on the little woman’s knee.
— from Scamp and I: A Story of City By-Ways by L. T. Meade

And a pious lad of your sort wouldn't mind no other kind.
— from Melchior's Dream and Other Tales by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing

You will have defeated a celebrity, and you will stand accredited one of the party leaders of your state."
— from The Henchman by Mark Lee Luther

We should like some information for our papers as to the object of your visit here and the probable length of your stay."
— from The Double Four by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

If, while you keep the vigils of the night, For your wild tears make darkness all too bright, Some lone orb through your lonely window peeps, As it played lover over your sweet sleeps, Think it a golden crevice in the sky, Which I have pierced but to behold you by!
— from Selected Poems of Francis Thompson by Francis Thompson