But when the laird would have made him more comfortable, with a yell of defiance he started to his feet wide awake.
— from Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance by George MacDonald

He is a shepheard great in gree, But hath been long ypent: One day he sat upon a hill, As now thou wouldest me; But I am taught, by Algrind's ill, To love the low degree; For sitting so with bared scalp, An eagle 13 soared high, That, weening his white head was chalk, A shell-fish down let fly; She ween'd the shell-fish to have broke, But therewith bruis'd his brain; So now, astonied with the stroke, He lies in lingering pain.
— from The Shepheard's Calender: Twelve Aeglogues Proportionable to the Twelve Monethes by Edmund Spenser

With a yell of dismay he shot down the slope and plunged through the fringe of bushes.
— from The Camp in the Snow; Or, Besieged by Danger by William Murray Graydon

"We all have our appointed work to do, and no man is more capable than you of doing his share.
— from From Kingdom to Colony by Mary Devereux

The hungry one fought with fury, but he who had had a good feast was the stronger and the calmer: at last the younger one drove his sword right through the body of the elder; but the elder at the same moment clove his opponent’s head asunder, and so they fell dead together.
— from The Comical Creatures from Wurtemberg Second Edition by Unknown

I think I can show you one disinterred here some years ago."
— from The Cruise of the Betsey or, A Summer Ramble Among the Fossiliferous Deposits of the Hebrides. With Rambles of a Geologist or, Ten Thousand Miles Over the Fossiliferous Deposits of Scotland by Hugh Miller