Mankind but scanty pleasure glean Frae snawy hill or barren plain, Whan Winter,'midst his nipping train, Wi' frozen spear, Sends drift owr a' his bleak domain, And guides the weir.

And as we can often attack that soil more effectively and radically from the endocrine end than from the experience end (e.g., repressed episodes) we may transform the soil and make it barren rock for morbid complexes, at any rate.

I wonder you will sow your correspondence on so barren a ground as I am, that make such poor returns.

Logic, philosophy, theology, all alike are but empty sounds and barren forms to those who know.

"Half a mile further on, another hill reared its bleak and barren head on the opposite side of the rivulet.

Had I gone forth From my own land, like the old patriarchs, seeking Another region with their flocks and herds; Had I been cast out like the Jews from Zion, Or like our fathers driven by Attila From fertile Italy to barren islets, I would have given some tears to my late country, And many thoughts; but afterward address'd Myself to those about me, to create A new home and first state.

Modern science has shown the tracks of the storms and partially explains the reasons for this dry and barren nature of this region.

HORN, CAPE, the most southern point of America, is a lofty, precipitous, and barren promontory of Hermit Island, in the Fuegian Archipelago.

In writing of the Cape, Cook draws attention to the fact: "that a stranger is at once struck with surprise and disappointment, for no country we have seen this voyage affords so barren a prospect as this, and not only so in appearance but in reality.

So grant my suit, as I enforce my might, In love to be thy champion, and thy knight; A servant to thy sex, a slave to thee, A foe profess'd to barren chastity.

A killdeerbird of the swamps and marsheswhat could he be doing in arid and barren Death Valley?

Left to themselves the trail must end here, for they could go no farther; but somewhere ahead in the vast silent barren the cubs were trailing, and somewhere beyond them the old mother wolf was laying her ambush.

For one who dealt principally with the more conspicuous absurdities of his fellow-creatures, Mr. Mathews was certainly right; we also believe him to have been right in the main, in the general tenor of his opinion; for this country, in its ordinary aspects, probably presents as barren a field to the writer of fiction, and to the dramatist, as any other on earth; we are not certain that we might not say the most barren.