at the foot of the tower, he sang a serenade in melting tones.
In the dense blotch of light beneath the table, the kneeling
figure looked like a priest engaged in some service of his church.
cried Ned, springing up from where he had been kneeling
to give his chum a better chance to shoot.
There had been nothing strange about the tree before, but now, with some one kneeling
before it--images, candles .
Tell me, my children," continued the patriarch, hoarsely, motioning to those around him, though his eyes still dwelt upon the kneeling
form of Cora, "where have the Delawares camped?
He paused a little; then kneeling
in the pulpit's bows, folded his large brown hands across his chest, uplifted his closed eyes, and offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling
and praying at the bottom of the sea.
Meantime while his whole attention was absorbed, the Parsee was kneeling
beneath him on the ship's deck, and with face thrown up like Ahab's, was eyeing the same sun with him; only the lids of his eyes half hooded their orbs, and his wild face was subdued to an earthly passionlessness.
and she hid her face in the pillow and sobbed, while many a smothered sob from those she was addressing, who were kneeling
on the floor, aroused her.
She trilled along, and trilled along, and presently a handsome young page, clothed like the rainbow, and as easy and undulatory of movement as a wave, came with something on a golden salver, and, kneeling
to present it to her, overdid his graces and lost his balance, and so fell lightly against her knee.
We spent an impressive hour in the noble cathedral, where long shafts of tinted light were cleaving through the solemn dimness from the lofty windows and falling on a pillar here, a picture there, and a kneeling
Before the house-maid had lit their fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over a cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling
against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as a continual flow of tears would permit her.
Jumping over forms, and creeping under tables, I made my way to one of the fire-places; there, kneeling
by the high wire fender, I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all round her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim glare of the embers.