While Not the Past Forgetting While not the past forgetting, To-day, at least, contention sunk entire—peace, brotherhood uprisen; For sign reciprocal our Northern, Southern hands, Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South, (Nor for the past alone—for meanings to the future,) Wreaths of roses and branches of palm.
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

A watch chain should be very thin and a man's ring is usually a seal ring of plain gold or a dark stone.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

He was lying in a squirrel-fur dressing gown on a divan, surrounded by pillows.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

She ain’t vithin hearin’,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘she always goes and blows up, downstairs, for a couple of hours arter tea; so we’ll just give ourselves a damp, Sammy.’
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

The boatmen, on putting her down in the boat, found her body covered with loathsome sores which were giving out a disgusting stench.
— from Folk-Tales of Bengal by Lal Behari Day

“He ought to be told to get out and do something.
— from Sister Carrie: A Novel by Theodore Dreiser

Up, and receive a stop from the Duke of Albemarle of setting out any more ships, or providing a pleasure boat for himself, which I am glad of, and do see, what I thought yesterday, that this resolution of his was a sudden one and silly.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

I see myself in jersey and flannel knickers sitting beside my father on the edge of a deck skylight, and gazing out across dazzlingly sunlit waters to the near-by northern coast of New South Wales.
— from The Record of Nicholas Freydon An Autobiography by A. J. (Alec John) Dawson

"He said his name was Hannibal Ellsworth—a name with which I was quite familiar, though I had never seen the man before—that he was fifty-five years old, and that twenty years ago he was guilty of a deadly sin.
— from A Maid of the Kentucky Hills by Edwin Carlile Litsey

The second production of his pen is a solemn and most searching work, founded upon the parable of the rich man and Lazarus, under the title of A Few Sighs from Hell, or the Groans of a Damned Soul; by that poor and contemptible Servant of Jesus Christ, John Bunyan, 1658.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Complete by John Bunyan

The noise increased to something like the galloping of a distant squadron of cavalry.
— from The Rover of the Andes: A Tale of Adventure on South America by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

I’m going on a diet,” says the blonde.
— from It's like this, cat by Emily Neville

It was worth while to grow old and dusty seeking for truth though truth is unattainable, restating questions that have been stated at the beginning of the world.
— from The Longest Journey by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

Get out and do some real work, and get tanned up a little, and skin your nice white hands on a pitchfork-handle."
— from Daisy Herself by Will E. Ingersoll

Isn't that so?” “Don't let us judge them yet, Hugh,” she begged, a little wildly, feeling again the gathering of another destroying storm in him that might now sweep the last vestige of hope away.
— from A Modern Chronicle — Complete by Winston Churchill