Aquella, que subida Está na terceira esphéra, Do bravo mar nascida Amor ao Mundo dá, doce amor géra.
— from History of Spanish and Portuguese Literature (Vol 2 of 2) by Friedrich Bouterwek

Suppose she—” Every nerve tingled; every drop of blood beat hard against his walls of flesh; his every vicious element sprang into life.
— from Carnac's Folly, Complete by Gilbert Parker

Further back, a line of vehicles, every available inch occupied by a sightseer, extended nearly the entire distance of the back-stretch, so that only occasional glimpses of the horses could be caught by the occupants of the pressstand, upon whom those not present depended for an accurate description of the races.
— from History of the Kentucky Derby, 1875-1921 by John Lawrence O'Connor

Suppose she—" Every nerve tingled; every drop of blood beat hard against his walls of flesh; his every vicious element sprang into life.
— from Carnac's Folly, Volume 3. by Gilbert Parker