A mere pocket in the wall, a machine champing in its plate-glass front.

" A face peered down at her from a high chair behind the champing machine.

"I do wish you would not ride such wild horses, Louis," said Mrs. Hildreth, as she stood beside her son in the front doorway, looking disapprovingly as she spoke at the horse who was champing his bit viciously on the sidewalk below.

On went the company, grimly silent now save for the snort of a horse, the champing of curbing bits and the thud of slow trampling hoofs upon the tender grass, as the west flamed to sunset.

There before him, surrounded by all that beautiful company, stood the horses that drew hergreat milk-white horses impatiently pawing the dusty ground with their hoofs and proudly champing their gold bridles, tossing the white froth from their mouths.

Face to face with chaos, one knows not where to begin the work of building up an orderly mind; nor will the self-taught genius brook a hint of possible ignorance, or endure the discussion of dull presuppositions, without much pawing of the ground and champing on the bit: "What I want," he says, "is a plain answer to a plain question."

He was champing his bit and throwing up his head in a nervous, agitated manner which Stafford had never seen him display before.

Therefore, despite Small Porges' exhortations, and Bess's champing impatience, she held the mare in, permitting her only the slowest of paces, which was a most unusual thing for Anthea to do.

Many of my happiest moments had been those which I had spent champing this great man's roasts and ragouts, and the prospect of being barred from digging into them in the future was a numbing one.

I said, champing contentedly.

Such of the academicians as had no classes at that hour followed these champing chargers to the scene of the fire.

"Now won't you give em to me?" cried the herd-boy; and he whipped off the cap and threw it to a little distance, with the result that half a dozen pigs rushed at it; and as he made a brave fight to get rid of his enemy, the last that Robin saw of his velvet cap and plume was that one black pig tore out the feather, while another was champing the velvet in his mouth.

When the dozen or more that formed the swarm were thus got rid of, Jack would carefully dig out the nest and eat first the honey, next the grubs and wax, and last of all the bees he had killed, champing his jaws like a little Pig at a trough, while his long red, snaky tongue was ever busy lashing the stragglers into his greedy maw.

The city's full Of camp-like noisestramp of steeds, and clash Of mail, and trumpet-blast, and ringing clang Of busy armourersthe grim ban-dog bays The champing war horse in his stall neighs loud The vulture shrieks aloft.

As he went tearing along towards Calydon, champing his teeth and foaming at the mouth, he was a frightful thing to look at, I tell you.

Then came a rich man and his lady, and there must be room in the boat for their splendid equipage, and so his gay horse stood champing his bitts and curbing his proud head, as his fiery eyes glanced over the glassy surface of the restless waters.

Sahwah, sitting on the rock beside the water, gazing off into space with her chin in her hand, suddenly became aware of a champing sound directly in her ear, accompanied by the noise of tearing.

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When I read recent transcendentalist literatureI must partly except my colleague Royce!I get nothing but a sort of marking of time, champing of jaws, pawing of the ground, and resettling into the same attitude, like a weary horse in a stall with an empty manger.

[There is a short silence, broken only by the champing jaws of the BISHOP, who has resumed his sausages.

We can't wait nowour carriage is champing the bit at the foot of the stairsbut we're coming back in a week, and then we'll do our best to look you up again."

There was a rattle of spurs and champing of bits; and as the two women looked from the window the party set forth.

The sun is gold, and the world is green, Opal the vapors of morning roll; The champing horses lightly prance

The Immortals, the champing horses, locked behind their grilles lest the tourist should insult themall the queer crumbling romance of the statuary, all the natural beauty of leaf and water, of the white clouds overhead and their reflexions belowcombined to make Fenwick's guilty bewilderment more complete, to turn all life to dream, and all its figures into the puppets of a shadow-play.