‘Its face,’ as Joan afterwards told her husband, ‘was ever so much sweeter to look at than a wild-rose, and its hair was softer and more silky than anything she had ever seen, even the head of the tom-tit; and as for its mouth, it was far too tender and lovely even for her kissing.
— from The Piskey-Purse: Legends and Tales of North Cornwall by Enys Tregarthen

The light Lay on her swelling throat, and showed her eyes Starred like a tropic night.
— from The Rose of Dawn: A Tale of the South Sea by Helen Hay Whitney

Proofs consequently are multiplying of the intimate relations that existed between Babylonia and Western Asia long before the era of the Patriarchs, and we need no longer feel any surprise that Abraham should have experienced so little difficulty in migrating into Canaan, or that he should have found there the same culture as that which he had left behind in Ur.
— from Patriarchal Palestine by A. H. (Archibald Henry) Sayce

Dora saw that Ormond’s eyes were fixed upon her: she suddenly tasted, and suddenly started back from her scalding tea; Harry involuntarily uttered some exclamation of pity; she turned, and seeing his eyes still fixed upon her, said, “Very rude, sir, to stare at any one so.”
— from Tales and Novels — Volume 09 by Maria Edgeworth

For supposing the unknown sail should in all truth be the Rose of Devon,—and since she was cruising idly thereabouts nothing was more probable,—he stood between the Devil, or at all events the Devil's own emissary, Thomas Jordan, and a deeper sea than any ship has ever sailed: the sea upon which many a man with less plain evidence of piracy against him has embarked from a yardarm with a hempen collar about his neck and a black cap over his eyes.
— from The Dark Frigate by Charles Boardman Hawes

Hunch looked at her helplessly, and when, after a minute, she turned and saw his expression, she partly relented.
— from His Little World: The Story of Hunch Badeau by Samuel Merwin

fu' vexed, laddie; ay, I'm awfu' vexed," and with that he withdrew to his room, more touched with her simple words of sympathy than anything she had ever said to him in all her previous life.
— from The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner by James C. Welsh

With something of a child's wonder and pleasure, she looked around upon a scene more wild and strange than any she had ever seen, even in pictures of gypsy encampments.
— from From Jest to Earnest by Edward Payson Roe