The largest that I measured stands back three miles from the brink of the north wall of Yosemite Valley.

But the Ouzel, born on the brink of a stream, or on a snag or boulder in the midst of it, seldom leaves it for a single moment.

Yet these fine fellows walked fearlessly to the brink, and jumped from boulder to boulder, holding themselves in easy poise above the whirling, confusing current, as if they were doing nothing extraordinary.

Did you see them do it?" "No," he replied, "I didn't see them going down, for I was behind them; but I saw them go off over the brink, and then I went below and found their tracks where they struck on the loose rubbish at the bottom.

They hurried me back from the brink, and then explained their motive, and asked my forgiveness.

Nicholas lurched his body over the brink, his arms outstretched, straining farther, farther yet, till it seemed as if only the counterweight of the rest of the population at the other end of the canvas prevented his joining the Boy in the hole.

Thus delivered our Lord the children of Israel from the hand of the Egyptians, and they saw the Egyptians lying dead upon the brinks of the sea.

Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud.

" 325 O'er the green brinks of Severn's oozy bed, In changeful rings, her sprightly troop She led; PAN tripp'd before, where Eudness shades the mead, And blew with glowing lip his sevenfold reed; Emerging Naiads

Their corn-fields were two leagues distant, and they fetched water out of a small river to water the same, on the brinks whereof there were great banks of roses like those of Castile.

She lays him on that cloud with fleecy brinks!

The sides of the ridges dropped off in all directions into sheer precipices, and the few villages we could see were built like eagles' nests on the brinks.

As we descended the rocky path, a little caravan of asses and mules clambered up to meet us, along the brinks of steep gulfs.

Then we chance upon chasms, which, seen so dimly, though dreadful enough in reality, are made a thousand times more so by the terrors of imagination; we creep along the brinks of these, scarcely daring to look down; above, the heavy boulders lie heaped in frightful confusion.

He was within a hundred yards of Ray's camp now, but the struggle to reach the lake and the poling across its waters had brought him seemingly to the absolute limit of his strength, clear to the brink of utter exhaustion.

It makes me nervous to have people hang on the brink of things.

But certainly it is hard to think of myself as an old fellow on the brink of the scrap-pile.

For a fateful moment he trembled on the brink of acquiescence.

The steam generators are of the Ten Brink type, and are seven in number.

Raymond W. Brink (A); 2May61; R275411. BROCH, EVA.

On the fifth day we were at the brink of despair, and abandoned all hopes of safety.

Be ever just, Thou god of shepherds, Pan, for her dear sake That loves the rivers' brinks, and still doth shake In cold remembrance of thy quick pursuit; Let me be made a reed, and, ever mute, Nod to the waters' fall, whilst every blast Sings through my slender leaves that I was chaste!

If there be Ever a Neighbour Brook, or hollow tree, Receive my Body, close me up from lust That follows at my heels; be ever just, Thou god of Shepherds, Pan, for her dear sake That loves the Rivers brinks, and still doth shake In cold remembrance of thy quick pursuit: Let me be made a reed, and ever mute, Nod to the waters fall, whilst every blast Sings through my slender leaves that I was chast.

We senselessly risked our lives on the brinks of precipices.

Half god, half brute, within the self-same shell, Changers with every hour from dawn till even, Who dream with angels in the gate of heaven, And skirt with curious eyes the brinks of hell, Children of Pan, whom some, the few, love well, But most draw back, and know not what to say, Poor shining angels, whom the hoofs betray, Whose pinions frighten with their goatish smell.