When we were about ten or twelve miles from the earth, the Brahmin arrested the progress of the car, and we hovered over the broad Atlantic.

The sun beamed lovingly; the squirrels were nutting in the pine-trees, butterflies hovered about the last of the goldenrods, the willow and maple thickets were yellow, the meadows brown, and the whole sunny, mellow landscape glowed like a countenance in the deepest and sweetest repose.

The sun is now behind the halted line of blue; the bayonets, catching the light, make a sea of liquid, mirror-like rivulets hovering in the air, with the bushy branches of pine rising like green isles in the shimmering tide.

Mary had a long illness, and hovered on the verge of death.

"I hope they're not hovering around our camp, to make trouble for the boys," observed Frank, shaking his head.

But Patsy's hair was of that indescribable shade that hovers between burnished gold and sunset carmine.

Instead, I seemed to be hovering above it, and looking down at a dim something, huddled and silent.

Not a marriageable prince in Christendom, therefore, can hover near the French court, but this middle-aged sensitive-plant prepares to close her leaves and be coy.

In the concluding stanza of the last completed canto, beginning Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, on the horizon's verge we have a condensation of the refrain of the poet's philosophy; but the main drift of the later books is a satire on London society.

In a few hours afterwards they sent out two frigates well manned, which Drake soon forced to retire, and, having sunk one of his prizes, and burnt the other in their sight, leaped afterwards ashore, single, in defiance of their troops, which hovered at a distance in the woods and on the hills, without ever venturing to approach within reach of the shot from the pinnaces.

Yet there is here and there in it a masterly touch like the following: Either my mind has lost its energy, Or the unbodied spirits of my fathers, Beneath the night's dark wings, pass to and fro, In doleful agitation hovering round me.

Only as the boat hovered for a moment at the face of the cliff could the exploring party hear, far within, the hollow boom that told of breakers on a distant, subterranean beach.

Wondrous things hovered before her in the course of this walk; her consciousness had become, by an extraordinary turn, a music-box in which, its lid well down, the most remarkable tunes were sounding.

When they are once induced to haunt the frames, they set all the fruit, and will hover with impatience round the lights in a morning till the glasses are opened.

I contented myself with hovering as near her as politeness would permit; near enough to hear her voice, which in conversation was low, yet thrilling, like the deeper middle tones of a flute.

And now they hovered through the air, now glided along the ground.

" "Save one," suggested Ina, and an odd little gleam hovered behind her lashes with the words.

Twice it hovered within a foot or two of the yearling's headagain flew off and again returned.

A humming-bird was hovering amid the white blossoms and glossy leaves.

In this manner he expressed himself as seeing various Spirits of friends and relatives of the company hovering among them.

And presently, within the garden below, was the sound of running feet and, coming to the casement, Beltane beheld a light that hovered to and fro, growing ever nearer and brighter, until he saw that he who bore it was Black Roger; and Roger's face shone with sweat and his breath laboured with his running.

The ships continued to hover outside the harbour for two or three days, until Sir Hugh sent the Captain to York.

I learned the truth when I stood by the side of his Psyche, and saw, that, though she hovered from the marble, though he had won fame and success, he was unsatisfied still.

Yet there was always the uncertain in the boy; the uncertain hovering under that face of ashes that the father was so keenly watching; a face so clearly revealing the throes of a struggle that sent cold little shivers into his father's warm grasp.

o'er the sunny sea, It blows the vessel from the harbour's mouth, Out 'mid the broken crests of seaward waves, And hovering of long-pinioned ocean birds, As if the white wave-spots had taken wing.