There were many sweet faces among my school-fellows, to which I turned with a longing look, and a tearful eye.
— from Rattlin the Reefer by Edward Howard

“When your wife, whom I think we all loved, lay dying in that room above you, she said to you in my presence—” It was M'Adam's turn to be angry.
— from Bob, Son of Battle by Alfred Ollivant

It was a low, rambling, old house, of no pretensions—little better, indeed, than a farm—with small windows in thick walls, and little low-ceilinged, ill-lighted rooms.
— from The Rhymer by Allan McAulay

He looked at the sleeping child and wondered if there were any leads like that in the little head.
— from The Boy Grew Older by Heywood Broun

The tree was all covered with green leaves when the third son went into the woods a little later to see it.
— from More Jataka Tales by Ellen C. Babbitt

And Abraham telleth him the same tale, that he had taken his wealth in this world, and Lazarus likewise his pain, and that they had now changed each to the clean contrary—poor Lazarus from tribulation into wealth, and the rich man from his continual prosperity into perpetual pain.
— from Dialogue of Comfort Against Tribulation With Modifications To Obsolete Language By Monica Stevens by More, Thomas, Saint

Wild is the waste and long leagues over; Whither then wend ye spear and sword, Where nought shall see your helms but the plover, Far and far from the dear Dale’s sward?
— from The Roots of the Mountains Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in Arms by William Morris

Then he wandered in the woods and, later, lay out in the fields where he fell, till he was found by merciful folk and taken to a convent.
— from The Road to Damascus, a Trilogy by August Strindberg