So to him the entrance of the cave was a wall--a wall of light.
The cave and wigwam are daubed with paint, or hung with trophies, before any pleasure is taken in their shape; and the appeal to the detached senses, and to associations of wealth and luxury, precedes by far the appeal to the perceptive harmonies of form.
It had caved in like an egg-shell, and amongst the ruins nothing living or dead could be discovered--only a stench and a tarry stickiness.
"An' then she let aout a turrible yell, an' says the shed daown the rud hed jest caved in like the storm hed blowed it over, only the wind wa'n't strong enough to dew that.
Behold in the plains, andcaves, and caverns of my memory, innumerable and innumerably full ofinnumerable kinds of things, either through images, as all bodies;or by actual presence, as the arts; or by certain notions orimpressions, as the affections of the mind, which, even when themind doth not feel, the memory retaineth, while yet whatsoever is inthe memory is also in the mind-over all these do I run, I fly; I diveon this side and on that, as far as I can, and there is no end.
Be careful then of thyself, and make no delay, nor regard fatigue, for these mountains are not to be passed without a chance of trouble from the inhabitants, who are genii, and in their caves are furious wild beasts."
Before the cave was a soft meadow in which thousands of violets bloomed, and with four fountains that gushed out of the ground and made clear streams through the grass.
In the middle of it there is a cave, and that cave is the den of a monster named Scylla.
His hat was laying on the floor--an old black slouch with the top caved in, like a lid.
I expect if this cave were nearer Lingham village it would be more popular than the other.
The Mammoth Caves of Kentucky and the Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, with colorful iciclelike formations, are stunning fairylands.
Evidently this cave was the favourite place of shelter for game at certain seasons of the year, since in it were heaped vast accumulations of their droppings, which removed any fear of a lack of fuel.
Struts, broken panels, dead robot arms tangled through the interior of the ice cave like glacial debris; their outlines writhed with static, their shadows leaped and stretched like living things in the sweep of his headlight. “