We are now in the Broad
Walk, and it is as much bigger than the other walks as your father is bigger than you.
Directly facing the place where Jim had stopped was an arched opening leading to a broad
When he was very much interested he often spoke quite broad
Yorkshire though at other times he tried to modify his dialect so that Mary could better understand.
It was a broad
road, but not straight, for it wandered over hill and dale and picked out the easiest places to go.
There was not one who did not sink upon his knees in heartfelt prayer when they saw the broad
valley of Utah bathed in the sunlight beneath them, and learned from the lips of their leader that this was the promised land, and that these virgin acres were to be theirs for evermore.
When yester-eve the moon arose, then did I fancy it about to bear a sun: so broad
and teeming did it lie on the horizon.
Ogg's, which shows its aged, fluted red roofs and the broad
gables of its wharves between the low wooded hill and the river-brink, tingeing the water with a soft purple hue under the transient glance of this February sun.
Under the gleaming icons stood a long invalid chair, and in that chair on snowy-white smooth pillows, evidently freshly changed, Pierre saw- covered to the waist by a bright green quilt- the familiar, majestic figure of his father, Count Bezukhov, with that gray mane of hair above his broad
forehead which reminded one of a lion, and the deep characteristically noble wrinkles of his handsome, ruddy face.
They came to a halt in the broad
carpeted way only a few feet from him.
The strange, rich flowers of Eden on her head; the complexion, so much deeper and more brilliant than those of our native beauties; the foreign, as it seemed, and fantastic garb, yet not too fantastic to be worn decorously in the street; the delicately-wrought embroidery of the skirt; the broad
gold chain about her neck; the curious ring upon her finger; the fan, so exquisitely sculptured in open work, and painted to resemble pearl and ebony;--where could Drowne, in his sober walk of life, have beheld the vision here so matchlessly embodied
The note was written on a broad
, white feather from a stork's wing, and it said:
A FOX invited a Crane to supper and provided nothing for his entertainment but some soup made of pulse, which was poured out into a broad
flat stone dish.