| 1. | I beg, and clasp thy knees bereave me not. - from Paradise Lost by John Milton |
| 2. | In liberty's name welcome immortal clasp hands. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 3. | And he handed him his clasp knife. - from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy |
| 4. | They spirt no more the blood of European nobles, they clasp no mor. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 5. | What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 6. | From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 7. | He looked at me I happened to be near him, as I had been fastening the clasp of Mrs. - from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte |
| 8. | The purple cuishes clasp his thighs around. - from The Iliad of Homer by Homer |
| 9. | Instinctively the clasp on his wife's hand grew closer, till his knuckles looked white. - from Dracula by Bram Stoker |
| 10. | And claspd his neck tears from him fell. - from Beowulf by |
| 11. | To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 12. | These are again the words of Jarvis Lorry, as he clasps his hands, and looks upward. - from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens |
| 13. | That in gold clasps locks in the golden stor. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 14. | She took out her purse with the silver clasps and read again the words A Present from Belfast. - from Dubliners by James Joyce |
| 15. | But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. - from The Time Machine by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells |
| 16. | Large clasps of gold the foldings gather'd round. - from The Iliad of Homer by Homer |
| 17. | How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finge. - from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte |
| 18. | BOYLAN clasps himself Here, I can't hold this little lot much longer. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |