Passive Voice

Now I am ready to tell how bodies are changed

With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good

that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay before me.

I heartily accept the motto, "That government is best which governs least"; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believe: "That government is best which governs not at all"

A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

…the age—the degradation of man by poverty, the ruin of woman by starvation, and the dwarfing of childhood by physical and spiritual night—are not solved...books like this cannot be useless.

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed …

The trumpets sounded, and instantly the arena was cleared for the race. The people shouted in a frenzy of gladness, and the earth and the air seemed to tremble with the transport.

It must be added that she had a very slender repertoire of smiles, and that these were all produced upon the recommendation of her father.

It must be added that she had a very slender repertoire of smiles, and that these were all produced upon the recommendation of her father.

Olive Chancellor was unmarried by every implication of her being. She was a spinster as Shelley was a lyric poet, or as the month of August is sultry.

Books are well written, or badly written.

"Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals, in Aeschylean phrase, had ended his sport with Tess.

A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honor of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil's Row who were circling madly about the heap and pelting at him.

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.

The boy stood with his back to the rick, and his eyes fixed on the far horizon, as if he could discern there, in the vast expanse, some promise of happier times; and perhaps he could, for such minds …

When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse.

A sound is heard that seems to come from the sky, like a breaking harp-string, dying away mournfully.

She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed

She had been walking for some time before she realized what it was that had happened. The streets were empty, the houses shut up, and she was alone.

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world