There was some sense in those matters; but as the parson told us last Sunday, nobody believes in the devil now-a-days; and here you bring about a parcel of puppets drest up like lords and ladies, only to turn the heads of poor country wenches; and when their heads are once turned topsy-turvy, no wonder everything else is so.”
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little moustache.
— from My Antonia by Willa Cather

I remember how, as we bent over the pea-vines, beads of perspiration used to gather on her upper lip like a little mustache.
— from My Ántonia by Willa Cather

Upon leaving Llandovery a level crossing has to be negotiated; the road crosses the River Towy, and then turns sharply to the left.
— from The Motor Routes of England: Western Section by Gordon Home

In the autumn of 1871 Morse returned with his family to New York, and it is recorded that, with an apparent premonition that he should never see his beloved Locust Grove again, he ordered the carriage to stop as he drove out of the gate, and, standing up, looked long and lovingly at the familiar scene before telling the coachman to drive on.
— from Samuel F. B. Morse, His Letters and Journals In Two Volumes, Volume II by Samuel Finley Breese Morse

The solution of this problem of unrequited love lay at last within her grasp; of a love that only asked to give of its unquenched and unquenchable store, undismayed by the total absence of response.
— from The Garden of Survival by Algernon Blackwood

They'll come ridin' up like lords an' ladies to the castle walls, an' there'll be a moighty gran' banquet, an' they'll fut it on the flure, dreshed in silks an' satins an' cloth av goold.
— from Nuggets in the Devil's Punch Bowl, and Other Australian Tales by Andrew Robertson

They claim to be older than the storks of Egypt, and indeed, they look older as they stand humpbacked and sleepy on one leg by the side of their nests, the long fringe of light-speckled neck feathers underneath looking like a long gray beard sweeping over their recurved neck and breast.
— from Birds and Nature, Vol. 08, No. 4, November 1900 Illustrated by Color Photography by Various

beaming unconfined-- Light, life, and love, and ever active power: Whom naught can image, and who best approves The silent worship of the moral heart, That joys in bounteous Heaven and spreads the joy.
— from Mosaics of Grecian History by Robert Pierpont Wilson