And when they were in prison, Sir Tristram asked a knight and lady whom they found therein wherefore they were so shamefully dealt with; “for,” said he, “it was never the custom of any place of honour that I ever came unto to seize a knight and lady asking shelter and thrust them into prison, and a full evil and discourteous custom is it.”
— from The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights by Knowles, James, Sir

Sancho kept spitting from time to time, and his spittle seemed somewhat ropy and dry, observing which the compassionate squire of the Grove said, "It seems to me that with all this talk of ours our tongues are sticking to the roofs of our mouths; but I have a pretty good loosener hanging from the saddle-bow of my horse," and getting up he came back the next minute with a large bota of wine and a pasty half a yard across; and this is no exaggeration, for it was made of a house rabbit so big that Sancho, as he handled it, took it to be made of a goat, not to say a kid, and looking at it he said, "And do you carry this with you, senor?"
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

I see Long's snowy peak rising into the night sky, and know and long after the magnificence of the blue hollow at its base.
— from A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains by Isabella L. (Isabella Lucy) Bird

Obeying the instincts of blood, religion, race, and language, they had made a haphazard, sidelong charge upon their ancient conquerors, had spluttered and kicked a little, and had then turned tail upon disaster and defeat.
— from The Pomp of the Lavilettes, Complete by Gilbert Parker

Such a kissing, and laughing, and tumbling over each other!
— from Baby Nightcaps by Aunt Fanny

I don't think these folks that hev lots o' mail left in the front hall in the mornin'—an' sometimes get one that same afternoon— knows about letters at all.
— from Friendship Village Love Stories by Zona Gale

So at last they came to a stile and paused there to kiss and sigh and kiss again like any rustic youth and maid.
— from Our Admirable Betty: A Romance by Jeffery Farnol

Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep, For every flower that ends its little span, For every child that groweth up to man, For every captive bird a cage doth keep, For every aching eye that went to sleep Long ages back, when other eyes began To see and know and love as now they can, Unravelling God's wonders heap by heap?
— from The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 2 by George MacDonald

Mr. Sandars had by this time visited George Stephenson at Killingworth, and, like all who came within reach of his personal influence, was charmed with him at first sight.
— from The Life of George Stephenson and of his Son Robert Stephenson Comprising Also a History of the Invention and Introduction of the Railway Locomotive by Samuel Smiles

Crain established watches on a new schedule, and Kent and Liggett and the dozen men chosen for the exploring party of the next day ate a scanty meal and turned in for some sleep.
— from The Sargasso of Space by Edmond Hamilton

He tears off two or three yards of it, all about moonlight and stars and kissin' and lovin', and a lot of gush like that.
— from Side-stepping with Shorty by Sewell Ford

Great fronds of seaweed and kelp as large as banana leaves drift on the rocks with the rushing tides, and the long, snaky algæ that float on the water are often found eighty and one hundred feet long.
— from Alaska, Its Southern Coast and the Sitkan Archipelago by Eliza Ruhamah Scidmore