The spring comes in the woods with swelling of buds and a lengthening of drooping catkins, with honking of wild geese, and cawing of crows coming up from the lower countries to divide with their larger cousins, the ravens, the spoils of winter's killing.
Besides, the rays of sun followed the strip of shadow around the pile, and each time I slipped into a doze I would be pricked into wakefulness.
I suspect Mr. DROWSE doesn't see the sellers, (certainly he avoids them when PUNCHINELLO is offered, much to my mortification, and one dime to my cost,) and so is not likely to discern the source of the fun.
You will then see that what yields so easily to the mere pressure of the hand will expand and spread out when the weight of the body is thrown on it.
He had cleared a gap in the blocked traffic and his Field Guns were now streaming past at a sharp trot.
revels, while four million ungilded gossips gape at them and read about them in the newspapers.
20; reduces the Sotiates, 22; and other states, obliging them to give hostages, 27 Crast)inus, his character, and courage at the battle of Pharsalia, C. iii.
may be traced in the above sized letters, although all the letters are not equally visible, the commencement "NAP" and "EMP" being the most distinct.
The guest spent a part of the night in ascertaining the position of the heavenly bodies, and calculating their probable influence; until at length the result of his observations induced him to send for the father, and conjure him in the most solemn manner to cause the assistants to retard the birth, if practicable, were it but for five minutes.
I sometimes had a snooze on a form in the 'Robin Hood,' and sometimes a nap in a chair during the day; but regular sleep I had absolutely none.
As Mrs. McLean spoke, a figure issued from the tall larches on the left, and crossed the grass in front of them,--a woman, something less tall than a gypsy queen might be, the round outlines of her form rich and regular, with a certain firm luxuriance, still wrapped in a morning-robe of palm-spread cashmere.
Did yer ever see a boat yaw like that, afore?
Hundreds of poets are feebly echoing the "barbaric yawp" of Walt Whitman, without the redeeming merit of his occasional sublimity of thought.