" He said; and like a lion stalk'd along: With shouts incessant earth and ocean rung, Sent from his following host:
— from The Iliad by Homer

Hardly had I come to this resolution, when, suddenly, a loud and long scream or yell, as if from the throats of a thousand demons, seemed to pervade the whole atmosphere around and above the boat.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

The next, in place and punishment, are they Who prodigally throw their souls away; Fools, who, repining at their wretched state, And loathing anxious life, suborn’d their fate.
— from The Aeneid by Virgil

"Come with me, Davie," the foreman said at last, "and let's see if we can't scare up something else that's interesting."
— from The Doers by William John Hopkins

"I see a light at last," she said, rising.
— from The Little Red Chimney: Being the Love Story of a Candy Man by Mary Finley Leonard

The turn was sharp, and like a letter “S.” The part we turned into was like the lower loop of the letter, and right at the narrowest point were some tall weeds and bushes that grew right down to the shore.
— from Mark Tidd in the Backwoods by Clarence Budington Kelland

" As Quorn rose in his lumbering fashion and rang the bell, the Hemyock girls who had been gaily chattering to Gage became abruptly silent, and Lady Agatha looked stonily nonplussed.
— from A Poached Peerage by Magnay, William, Sir

The next in place, and punishment, are they Who prodigally throw their souls away— Fools, who repining at their wretched state, And loathing anxious life, suborn their fate; With late repentance now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear, To view the light of heaven and breathe the vital air;—
— from A Philosophical Dictionary, Volume 03 by Voltaire

"IF SHE BE MADE OF WHITE AND RED" THE LOVER'S SONG "WHEN FIRST I SAW HER" MY APRIL LADY THE MILKMAID SONG IN FEBRUARY "LOVE, I MARVEL WHAT YOU ARE" BALLADE OF MY LADY'S BEAUTY URSULA VILLANELLE OF HIS LADY'S TREASURES SONG SONG ANY LOVER, ANY LASS SONGS ASCENDING SONG SONG TO...
— from The Home Book of Verse — Volume 2 by Burton Egbert Stevenson

That dark, mysterious name of horrid sound?— A long and lingering sleep, the weary crave.
— from Poems by John Clare

Crawling into his bed, Hare stretched aching legs and lay still, as if he would never move again.
— from The Heritage of the Desert: A Novel by Zane Grey

she said at length, as Lady Sellingworth did not speak.
— from December Love by Robert Hichens