She was planting it herself with her little hands, and pressing down the earth with her fingers.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

VIII Redounding teares did choke th' end of her plaint, 65 Which softly ecchoed from the neighbour wood; And sad to see her sorrowfull constraint The kingly beast upon her gazing stood; With pittie calmd, downe fell his angry mood.
— from Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I by Edmund Spenser

I rose from the table and everybody thought I was going to beat a retreat, but I took out another purse and put a hundred sequins on one card, going second, with paroli, seven, and the va.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

At the tailor's were pictures of all kinds of clothing, to show that he could stitch up people from the coarsest to the finest; at the tobacco manufacturer's were pictures of the most charming little boys, smoking cigars, just as they do in reality; there were signs with painted butter, and herring, clerical collars, and coffins, and inscriptions and announcements into the bargain.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

Upon tables covered with snowy linen, and garnished with services of solid silver, Ethiop waiters, flitting about in spotless white, placed as by magic a repast at which Delmonico himself could have had no occasion to blush; and, indeed, in some respects it would be hard for that distinguished chef to match our menu; for, in addition to all that ordinarily makes up a first-chop dinner, had we not our antelope steak (the gormand who has not experienced this—bah!
— from Roughing It by Mark Twain

So long as a servant was present, no other words passed between them.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

And, chiefest far herself of shows, All others help her, and are glad: No splendour ’neath the sky’s proud dome But serves for her familiar wear; The far-fetch’d diamond finds its home Flashing and smouldering in her hair; For her the seas their pearls reveal; Art and strange lands her pomp supply With purple, chrome, and cochineal, Ochre, and lapis lazuli; The worm its golden woof presents; Whatever runs, flies, dives, or delves, All doff for her their ornaments, Which suit her better than themselves; p. 42
— from The Angel in the House by Coventry Patmore

She witched pap.
— from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Up and to the office, where strange to see how Sir W. Pen is flocked to by people of all sorts against his going to sea.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

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— from State of the Union Addresses by Herbert Hoover

These night schools would [Pg 240] teach voting, civics, etc., to the adults.
— from A Stake in the Land by Peter A. (Peter Alexander) Speek

A trench is dug on the north-east of the pyre, and some water put into it, which is sprinkled on the pyre with twigs of chamatha and darbha.
— from Castes and Tribes of Southern India. Vol. 5 of 7 by Edgar Thurston

"What of him?" She was paying little heed to anything about her, for the meeting with Aunt Penine had aroused to new and acute paining the sense of her own great loss.
— from From Kingdom to Colony by Mary Devereux

This fact interferes in no way with the prosperity of each worker; rather does it represent an accumulation of power on his side which promotes the ease and welfare of the workers.
— from Retrospection and Introspection by Mary Baker Eddy

Her situation was perilous in the extreme.
— from Ruth Fielding at Silver Ranch; Or, Schoolgirls Among the Cowboys by Alice B. Emerson

To advance was impossible; to retreat was equivalent to an acknowledgment of defeat, which, after the frightful losses already sustained by the savages, would probably result in them rising upon their leaders and slaying them in revenge for having fomented so disastrous a war; while a very brief inspection of their surroundings sufficed to convince them that nothing without wings could possibly surmount that vertical rock on the one hand, or descend that awful precipice on the other.
— from The Adventures of Dick Maitland: A Tale of Unknown Africa by Harry Collingwood

Lilly wanted to give him the roses and run away, but she was paralysed with shyness, and remained glued to the spot.
— from The Song of Songs by Hermann Sudermann

On each door a different sign was painted in rude Gothic letters.
— from In and out of Three Normandy Inns by Anna Bowman Dodd

Burke, too, in one of his speeches on American affairs, utters a still warmer panegyric on his character and abilities, while lamenting his policy and its fruits: "I speak of Charles Townshend, officially the reproducer of this fatal scheme
— from Letters of Horace Walpole — Volume II by Horace Walpole