" Then, having at first feigned to be asleep and not to have heard her, I heaved a deep sigh, and, my face, at one time flushing, at another turning pale, I tossed about on the couch, seeking what answer I should make, though, indeed, in my agitation, my tongue could hardly shape a perfect sentence.

The pilots, on heaving the lead, found no bottom; so they ran on for three days, and at night they kept away from the land and shortened sail.

Their presence there seemed too good to be true, and all awaited the moment when the ship should heave anchor.

That's she in the middle; stand looking on her languishingly, your head a little on one side,so,fold your Arms,good,now and then heave your breast with a sigh,most excellent.

" Behind Chantel, as he wheeled, heaved the gray bullet-head and sturdy shoulders of Gilly.

Where with a private house you would probably have to wander around heaving rocks and end by climbing up a waterspout, when you want to get into an inn you simply ring the night bell, which, communicating with the boots' room, has that hard-worked menial up and doing in no time.

"Why then firstly, lord, firstly we have the great Mangon or mangonel, fundis fundibula, that some do also term catapultum, the which worketh by torsion and shall heave you great stones of the bigness of a man fully two hundred yards an it be dry weather; next is the Trebuchet, like to the mangon save that it swingeth by counterpoise; next cometh the Balista or Springald that worketh by tensiona pretty weapon!

The vision gazed with languid and beseeching eyes upon Dalton, and a sigh seemed to heave the bosom.

am I so frightful then? I live; though they call it death; I am only coldsay dear again" But scarce could he heave a breath; The air felt dank, like a frozen fen, And he a half-conscious wraith.

You will do well; (she goes) unjust suspicion may Cleave to this Stranger: if, upon his entering, The dead Man heave a groan, or from his side Uplift his handthat would be evidence.

With heaving heart and streaming eyes I woo'd thee to prolong thy stay, But vain were all my tears and sighs, Thou only fled'st more fast away.

" The original is better than either, "She upward heaved her mighty bones And rived both wall and gray marble-stones.

And now we discovered that a man in the look-out place in the top of the structure was waving a welcome to us, at which we waved back, and then the bo'sun bade me haste and write a note to know whether it seemed to them likely that they might be able to heave the ship clear of the weed, and this I did, greatly excited within myself at this new thought, as, indeed, was the bo'sun himself and the rest of the men.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

This would have been heaving the vessels to, had they not been kept a little off, in order to force them through the water.

At length Bill Campbell heaved up his head.

"Here we are at Halifax, and nobody has heaved the log yet.

They arrived only in time to hear the story and to assist in heaving out the body of the bear, which was dragged down the pathway and to the house amid much clamor and gratulation.

I believe in ruling by love, all right, but it's been my experience that there are a lot of people in the world whom you've got to make understand that you're ready to heave a brick if they don't come when you call them.

To force up one poor nipperkin of water; Bids ocean labour with tremendous roar, To heave a cockle-shell upon the shore.

So when dilated vapours, struggling heave The incumbent earth; if chance the caverned ground Shrinking subside, and the thin surface yield, Down sinks at once the ponderous dome, engulfed 290 With all its towers.

Yo ho, lads, heave ho!'

And such is life, whose ebb and flow Heaves the deep sea of human mind; True happiness they only know, Whose every wish's to Heaven resigned.

" Montgomery stayed on board and when the tug returned with coal they hove anchor and began the long run to Las Palmas.

If plagues or earthquakes break not Heaven's design, Why then a Borgia, or a Catiline? Who knows but He, whose hand the lightning forms, Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms; Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind, Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind? From pride, from pride, our very reasoning springs.