I couldn't see the
rising tide. As in the vision of a dream, the poor lost creature came back before me.
The
rising tide had flowed through the hole, and just awakened Nelson by getting into his bunk with him.
The lake seemed to come up toward him like a
rising tide. Every object around grew rapidly in size while they were looking at it.
He paid a thousand livres down, and deposited the three thousand with a Burgomaster, after which he brought on board without their being seen, the ten men who formed his land army; and with the
rising tide, at three o'clock in the morning, he got into the open sea, maneuvering ostensibly with the four others, and depending upon the science of his galley slave as upon that of the first pilot of the port.
But it might have been foreseen that the
rising tide of thought and feeling, on the strength of which they too are borne upward, would sometimes overflow barriers.
Time has caused the staircase to disappear, by raising the soil of the city with a slow and irresistible progress; but, while thus causing the eleven steps which added to the majestic height of the edifice, to be devoured, one by one, by the
rising tide of the pavements of Paris,--time has bestowed upon the church perhaps more than it has taken away, for it is time which has spread over the façade that sombre hue of the centuries which makes the old age of monuments the period of their beauty.
Alec busy with a slender red and white boat that lay rocking on the
rising tide.
The seats, almost deserted, were here and there occupied by gentlefolk in evening dress, who had strolled out from the houses behind to enjoy fresh air and the whisper of the
rising tide. There is something continental about Chelsea Embankment.
He watched the
rising tide of impenetrable gloom with impatience, as if anxious for the coming of a darkness black enough to conceal a shameful surrender.
The mountain gorge which was its source rang to the
rising tide of it until it brimmed over and flooded earth and sky and air.
Harmon, the fireman lodger, passing through the kitchen on his way out to work, had paused to tell Saxon about the previous day's train-wreck in the Alviso marshes, and of how the engineer, imprisoned under the overturned engine and unhurt, being drowned by the
rising tide, had begged to be shot.
The great shadow was creeping up from the south like a
rising tide of death.