"These public displays do take so much of our time," he said, "but it's over now."
— from The Instant of Now by Irving E. Cox

The gig was hoisted up and secured, the hands were sent aloft to loose the canvas, the topsails were sheeted home and mast-headed, the jib run up, and, simultaneously with this, the capstan-bars were shipped, one of the ship’s boys mounted the capstan-head violin in hand, and to a merry air upon that instrument out stepped the men, the anchor was quickly run up to the bows, and with the last drain of the flood-tide the “Juno,” under topsails and jib, with a light north-easterly air of wind, glided with a slow and stately movement out of the harbour, squaring away directly down through the Solent as soon as we had cleared the anchorage at Spithead, instead of going out round the island to the eastward, as was at that time usual with men-o’-war.
— from Under the Meteor Flag: Log of a Midshipman during the French Revolutionary War by Harry Collingwood

"St. Mark," one of them had said, "will protect his disciples, and by striking the enemy with blindness, cause them to ride past; or he will raise the waves of the Bodensee, to devour them, as the Red Sea swallowed up the Egyptians."
— from Ekkehard: A Tale of the Tenth Century. Vol. 1 (of 2) by Joseph Victor von Scheffel

The foreigner is impressed by the constant need of care in conversation, lest he be thought to mean something more or other than he says.
— from Evolution Of The Japanese, Social And Psychic by Sidney Lewis Gulick

As early as August, 1914, he expressed his anxious apprehension that "something might occur on the high seas which would make our neutrality impossible."
— from Woodrow Wilson as I Know Him by Joseph P. (Joseph Patrick) Tumulty

Early one morning, one of the petty officers shook me out of the hammock, saying: "Bundle up quickly, to go aboard the transport."
— from The Boy Spy A substantially true record of secret service during the war of the rebellion, a correct account of events witnessed by a soldier by Joseph Orton Kerbey

It was a clear, starry midnight, one of those holy seasons when the earth is dark, and the atmosphere too transparent to be luminous, when we look away into the clear ether, and almost comprehend the immense distances to the bright distant disc of the innumerable stars.
— from Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849 by Various

It was the Belle Dame, it was the Queen, I saw most often on the High Street, riding to [Pg 106] and fro from the time of the "haar" on her return from France, till that last terrible night and the ride to Loch Leven.
— from The Spell of Scotland by Keith Clark