They sent Millie across the street through the golden five o'clock sunshine to rouse up Mr. Sandy Wadgers, the blacksmith.
— from The Invisible Man: A Grotesque Romance by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

verse My being grew and reached the sky, verse The Pleiades sank to rest under my skirts; 1300 verse Thy being vanishes in the ocean, verse
— from The Secrets of the Self (Asrar-i Khudi) — A Philosophical Poem by Iqbal, Muhammad, Sir

Then ve vill send to represend us my specimens.
— from Stepsons of Light by Eugene Manlove Rhodes

My mother was so anxious about it that I several times ran up myself, so that I could tell her all was perfectly safe.
— from The Manor House School by Angela Brazil

And the hand at such times rests upon my shoulder, every once in a while, and I realize that the father feels a pride in his son, and sees him growing in strength and knowing—that the father looks forward to a time when he will be able to talk with the boy who will then have grown in knowledge, and will be able to understand some of the secrets of Life that the father will then unfold to him.
— from Nuggets of the New Thought: Several Things That Have Helped People by William Walker Atkinson

When he had heard me, he said to me that it was the work of the Spirit of God, [ 4 ] and that he thought it was not right now to prolong that resistance; that hitherto it had been safe enough,--only, I should always begin my prayer by meditating on some part of the Passion and that if our Lord should then raise up my spirit, I should make no resistance, but suffer His Majesty to raise it upwards, I myself not seeking it.
— from The Life of St. Teresa of Jesus, of the Order of Our Lady of Carmel by Teresa, of Avila, Saint

When they met to do so they raked up many stories, old and new, to show that Englishmen could not be trusted further than you could see them in matters of religion, and decided that all of { 118} King James's promises to the Catholics must come into actual effect before any further step could be taken by Philip.
— from The Court of Philip IV.: Spain in Decadence by Martin A. S. (Martin Andrew Sharp) Hume

How every malignant and insufferable passion seemed to rush upon my soul!
— from St. Leon: A Tale of the Sixteenth Century by William Godwin

Circa id tempus , or nigh upon the time that Sir Alain sent this response unto Matilda, Sir Ingelric of Huntercombe, having composed his feud with that family and kindred, espoused the rich widow of that Sir Jocelyn who had burned his wife, the mother of the little Alice, in his house, and who had been by him slain in the Falbury of Reading, almost at our gates.
— from A Legend of Reading Abbey by Charles MacFarlane