4 Metaphors for cockburn

'And here,' writes Lord Cockburn, looking back to the days when he was that 'ne'er-do-weel' Harry Cockburn, 'were the last remains of the ball-room discipline of the preceding age.

Mrs. Cockburn was a plain little middle-aged woman with parted gray hair and sweet, faded eyes.

Smith's conversation was witLord Cockburn's was eloquence.

CAPE COCKBURN is in latitude 11 degrees 18 minutes, and longitude 132 degrees 53 minutes 5 seconds.

4 Metaphors for  cockburn