| 1. | Where they rustle up hoarse and sibilant. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 2. | At rest in the hollows that rustle between. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 3. | Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. - from Dracula by Bram Stoker |
| 4. | I distinctly heard the rustle of a dress, and slight creak. - from The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie |
| 5. | The rustle of the countess's silk skirt drew his attention off. - from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy |
| 6. | I sat up, and at the rustle of my motion he looked at me quickly. - from The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells |
| 7. | rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 8. | The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, eve. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 9. | I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to m. - from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman |
| 10. | Whittington sorted and rustled amongst his papers. - from The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie |
| 11. | Stephen rustled the sheets again. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 12. | Above her head rustled the white sails, which seemed like great white wings. - from Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne |
| 13. | Crickets sang in the nights, and in the days all manner of creeping, crawling things rustled forth into the sun. - from The Call of the Wild by Jack London |
| 14. | The brunette daughter could not have found an eye anywhere in his countenance as she rustled out after her mother. - from The Best American Humorous Short Stories by Various |
| 15. | The bushes rustled a little in the thicket, and Father Wolf dropped with his haunches under him, ready for his leap. - from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling |
| 16. | "He rustled one of the letters, and looking straight in my face said, 'I am glad.' Somebody had been writing to him about me. - from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad |
| 17. | He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 18. | I say, that the motion of a Sperm Whale's flukes above water dispenses a perfume, as when a musk-scented lady rustles her dress in a warm parlor. - from Moby Dick; or The Whale by Herman Melville |