sacarán los ojos,” “Rear crows and they will pick your eyes out.”—TR.
— from The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere by José Rizal

Tools were these, as important in her trade as the masthead and black flag, the cutlasses and crimson sashes, the gold doubloons and damsels fair of pirate fiction; or the cheese and cream, old horses and slumberous lanes of rustic comedy.
— from The Job: An American Novel by Sinclair Lewis

I'll jest tell you that a hickory sprout laid on right, can soon make a man lose sight of the p'int in his own discussion.
— from Old Ebenezer by Opie Percival Read

The motor-boats that are used for tuna-fishing are, I should explain, fitted with sliding seats, like our racing craft here at home, and with leather holdfasts for the feet, and this makes it much easier to play a really big fish, once one has learnt the knack of it.
— from Twenty Years of Spoof and Bluff by Carlton

He passed his hand across his forehead and a sickly look of relief crept over his face.
— from Sant' Ilario by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

the spring, Sudden, surprising, Melting the iron scales around the heart As the earliest sun Melts the cold case of dew on leaves— Ah! the streets like odorous rivers Chanting the echoes of seas— Ah! the flowers in shop-windows Beseeching, persuasive, Reluctant to let their beauty flow away From thoughts that mirror them in passing— Beautiful exiles Fluttering in their chains, Thrilled with the noise of bees, The music of meadows Still hovering around them— Flower fingers, flower-touches, Passional, reminiscent, Rippling the soul's still waters— Flower galaxies, Enamelled bridges arching from dream to dream, Garlands splashing over the eyes of satyrs, The furtive woodland eyes, The pointed inquisitive ears— Pallid flowers foaming on hill-crests, Gushing heavenwards From a sea of stormy mountains— Opening and shutting exquisite doors, As the senses open to music, Shut upon silence, Open to beauty, Close their caskets upon love— Ah!
— from Poems by Iris Tree

We stayed awhile longer, until the little black funeral had crawled out of sight; until we had seen the last funeral guest go away and the door had been shut and fastened with a queer old padlock and some links of rusty chain.
— from Deephaven and Selected Stories & Sketches by Sarah Orne Jewett

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— from The Catholic World, Vol. 23, April, 1876-September, 1876. A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science by Various

The heavy child seemed not to drag her down, nor the slant looks of respectable citizens, her neighbours, to lower her head.
— from Little Novels of Italy by Maurice Hewlett

I also saw some layers of red clay, which were very thick, and had become as indurated as burnt brick; [Pg 41]
— from Ruins of Ancient Cities (Vol. 2 of 2) With General and Particular Accounts of Their Rise, Fall, and Present Condition by Charles Bucke