On the north-west side of this churchyard is the bishop’s palace, a large thing for receipt, wherein divers kings have been lodged, and great household hath been kept, as appeareth by the great hall, which of late years, since the rebatement of bishops’ livings, hath not been furnished with household menie and guests, as was meant by the builders thereof, and was of old time used.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

"So mother and the children rode out of the yard, she sitting with her young driver on the spring seat, the rest on boards laid across the wagon box behind.
— from The Library of Work and Play: Outdoor Work by Mary Rogers Miller

Their slender tops rose overhead; beneath, long dead grasses, not yet quite supplanted by the spring growth, filled the space between.
— from The Amateur Poacher by Richard Jefferies

We wish to see the rights of British labour most thoroughly recognised and defended.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 71, No. 438, April 1852 by Various

Also to leake as a vessell or ship, to runne out by little and little as oyle or wine out of some pot or vessell.
— from Queen Anna's New World of Words; or, Dictionarie of the Italian and English Tongues by John Florio

A song is started, and with small, slow steps this ring of bodies, like a winding snake, moves sideways, backward, closes, opens again, the steps become heavier, the songs and drums louder, the girls enter the circle and with closed eyes grasp the girdle of their chosen youths, who clasp them by the hips and necks, the chain becomes longer and longer, the dance and song more ardent, until the dancers grow tired and disappear in the gloom of the forest.
— from Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Volume 3 Analysis of the Sexual Impulse; Love and Pain; The Sexual Impulse in Women by Havelock Ellis

On one side the room opened by long glass windows on to a garden, from whence the air came in perfumed with the breath of roses and honeysuckles.
— from Dred: A Tale of the Great Dismal Swamp by Harriet Beecher Stowe

The possibilities of spring, The reticence of bliss, Love with the winter’s argent wing, We’ll scorn the sun for this.
— from Sonnets and Songs by Helen Hay Whitney