To the right, as one passes this curious formation, is a steep wall of stratified stone, draped with clinging vines, and overgrown with evergreens.

They are fools enough to cling to their own lives and the lives of those near them.

Maggie was a warm-hearted girl, and she loved the stately lady she had been wont to call her grandmother with a filial, clinging love which could not be severed, and still this love was naught compared to what she felt for Arthur Carrollton, and the giving up of him was the hardest part of all.

Thou little thing That curlest in my arms, what sweet scents cling All round thy neck!

He drove faster and faster, and I clung tighter and tighter, but alarmed at two immense dangers: first, that I should stop his breath by dragging the girdle so tightly; and, next, that when it became unendurable to him, he would loosen it in front.

‘…Alas! to see the strength that clings Round woman in such hours!…A mournful sight, Though lovely!

He left the door open, to have light to do his work by, but Marcia closed it, clinging to the gilded satyr's head that served for knob with both hands, her lips drawn tight against her teeth, her whole face tortured with anticipation.

The strongest swimmer would stand no chance: those clinging arms could hold two or three men under water.

All your traditions, all your love and loyalty cling round this thing which it seems to you you can't have touched.

"Never again!" From that Max could judge the lesson had been impressed on Steve's mind indelibly; and that as long as he lived he would be careful how he entered an unknown stream when fishing; and especially how he became so engrossed in his sport as to stand a length of time in one spot, without working his feet up and down so as to make sure they were free from clinging sand.

When winter trees bestrew the path, Still to the twig a leaf or twain Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath, But that foreknown forlorner pain To fall when green leaves come again.

These were Indian girls, in stiff shoes and closely clinging dresses.

And strewn through life's low labors, Like gold in the desert sands, Are love's swift kisses and sighs and vows And the clasp of clinging hands.

" 'Twas a soft, white, clinging gown, high-necked and long-sleeved, with the perfume of incense in its folds, Janet vested her mistress in.

Remove all the wet, clinging clothing that is convenient.

"Dead!" echoed the child, clinging motionless to the wheel.

Roads, too, were mere bush tracks in the forest, knee-deep either in dust or in greasy clinging mud.

About the first there clung some flavor of good birth and training, as about a fallen angel; something long, lithe, and courtly in the person; something aquiline and darkling in the face.

He caught her fiercely to his heart, and for the first time their lips met in a long, clinging kiss.

Bill was hard to persuade, but since Dade was a man who inspired faith instinctively, the exchange was finally accomplished, Bill still showing that strange, clinging disposition that made him grip the saddle-horn as a drowning man is said to grasp at a straw.

Annie is kissing and clinging Dozens of times in a day, Chattering, laughing, and singing, Romping, and running away.

You have come back,how strangeout of the grave; Its dreams are in your eyes, and still there clings Dust of the grave on your vainglorious hair; And a mysterious rust is on these rings The ring we gave each other, that young night When the moon rose on our betrothal kiss; When the sun rose upon our wedding day, How wonderful it was to give you this!

Yet, in that sad, bewilder'd mien, Traces of glory still were seen; Traces of greatness from above, Of noble scorn, devoted love; Of pity such as angels feel, Of clinging faith and martyr'd zeal!

A Negro walkednot climbedup a stem like a four-footed animal, his legs and arms straight, his feet pressed flat against it, his hands clinging round ita feat impossible, as far as I have seen, to an Europeantossed us down plenty of green nuts; and our feast began.

By the Summer stately, Truant, thou wast fondly reared and bred: Dost thou linger here so lately, Knowing not thy beauteous friend is dead, Like to hearts that, clinging Fervent where their first delight was fed, Move us with untimely singing Of the hopes whose blossom-time is sped?