5 O sweet pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, Come down, come down, and hear me speak: Tie up the ringlets on your cheek: The sun is just about to set.
— from The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

that all the rest Of his dire reign had thus been spent in jest!
— from The Germany and the Agricola of Tacitus by Cornelius Tacitus

At Sagami in Japan there is a stone which draws down rain whenever water is poured on it.
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer

KISS OR DRINK AFORE ME, "this is a familiar expression, employed when what the speaker is just about to say is anticipated by another" (Gifford).
— from Epicoene; Or, The Silent Woman by Ben Jonson

'T took two of us to bring him down that day; so I just put the irons on his feet.
— from Life in the Iron-Mills; Or, The Korl Woman by Rebecca Harding Davis

My spirit struggled with, and strove, When, on the mountain peak, alone, Ambition lent it a new tone— I had no being—but in thee: The world, and all it did contain In the earth—the air—the sea— Its joy—its little lot of pain
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

Ever after opening her first novel at fifteen, a woman is silently waiting for the coming of passion-love, and towards twenty, when she is just over the irresponsibility of life's first flush, the suspense [Pg 320] redoubles.
— from On Love by Stendhal

of the deadly serpents' bites, sent in just punishment of sin, but healed by looking at the lifted brazen serpent, so that not only were the tormented people healed, but a symbol of the crucifixion of death set before them in this destruction of death by death?
— from The City of God, Volume I by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

"I'll bathe myself with incense, spikenard and myrrh, With genuflexions, delicate viandes and wine, To see, in jest, if from a heart, that loves me dear, I cannot filch away the hommages divine."
— from The Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire

Grass is scarce in Japan, and oats are unknown.
— from Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 12, No. 29, August, 1873 by Various

D: Rosenstein – + N Y Call p14 Ag 5 ‘17 2000w “Her pages are very readable, but the more one reads, the more does one wonder, or doubt, if she is justified always in her generalizations.
— from The Book Review Digest, Volume 13, 1917 Thirteenth Annual Cumulation Reviews of 1917 Books by Various

Still, I've gained experience, which they say is just as good as cash, and I've enough money left to pay the bill, at any rate, so come along."
— from Jill the Reckless by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse

I remember distinctly the attack upon the fort at Seattle in January, 1856.
— from Blazing the Way; Or, True Stories, Songs and Sketches of Puget Sound by Emily Inez Denny

"Oh," he said, "I just showed it to him, and his eyes stuck out a mile," but I said, "No, Fritzie, this is for you when you bring the map and compass; so I think I have him."
— from Into the Jaws of Death by Jack O'Brien

"Lincoln saw it," John Hanks said long after, and other men's recollections of Lincoln's talk confirmed him—"Lincoln saw it; his heart bled; said nothing much, was silent.
— from Abraham Lincoln by Charnwood, Godfrey Rathbone Benson, Baron

Although he had achieved his original purpose of recuperating his broken fortunes, I believe he continued his threats and killing for the sheer insane joy of playing with his victim and then killing him.
— from The Secret Toll by Paul Thorne

"I have been to school in Jockmock, and I read books," replied Erik, urging on his horse to a race with the clouds; but the clouds won, for the little party had gone scarcely an English mile before they were in the midst of a thunder-storm.
— from Gerda in Sweden by Etta Blaisdell McDonald

It was to be the most leisurely of progresses, now on a swift river at the tail of a steam-boat, now waiting horses for days together on some inconsiderable junction.
— from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson