The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, / And out we troop to see: / A single redcoat turns his head, / He turns and looks at me.

On the table lay an illuminated missal and a silver crucifix. The Abbess herself was seated in the chair—pale, abstracted, and with features whose expression, in repose at least, was severe.

So far as we can determine, peanut butter has no effect on the rotation of the earth.

This parse is incorrect and indicates a fault in the parser.