It rolls the midmost
waters of the world, the Indian ocean and Atlantic being but its arms.
Alert, dilating and contracting, as swift as cautious, and infinitely apprehensive, the pupils vertically slitted in jet into the midmost
of amazing opals of greenish yellow, the eyes roved the room.
So he stood waist-deep in the grass and looked regretfully across the rolling savannah and the soft-swelling foothills to the Lion's Head, a massive peak of rock that upreared into the azure from the midmost
centre of Guadalcanar, a landmark used for bearings by every coasting mariner, a mountain as yet untrod by the foot of a white man.
I will have every joint of you unhinged so that you will be like a jelly-fish, like a fat pig with the bones removed, and I will then stake you out in the midmost
centre of the dog-killing ground to swell in pain under the sun.
But now he had seen that world, possible and real, with a flower of a woman called Ruth in the midmost
centre of it; and thenceforth he must know bitter tastes, and longings sharp as pain, and hopelessness that tantalized because it fed on hope.
The young leader snarled terribly, but his snarl broke midmost
into a tickling cough.
Bassett had pricked up his ears at the suggestion that it was a white man's head; for he had long since come to accept that these jungle-dwellers, in the midmost
centre of the great island, had never had intercourse with white men.
But for the stray brown on his muzzle and above his eyes, and for the splash of white hair that ran midmost
down his chest, he might well have been mistaken for a gigantic wolf, larger than the largest of the breed.
This Delphi was supposed to be the very midmost
spot of the whole world.
In the youngest and the midmost
age groups, gender differences were significant when stratified by age (p = 0.
The company was in the midmost
of listing its utilities business in Indonesia under PT Megapower Makmur.
And at the midmost
charging, Prince Geraint Drave the long spear a cubit thro' his breast And out beyond; and then against his brace Of comrades, each of whom had broken on him A lance that splinter'd like an icicle, Swung from his brand a windy buffet out Once, twice, to right, to left, and stunn'd the twain Or slew them, and dismounting like a man That skins the wild beast after slaying him, Stript from the three dead wolves of woman born The three gay suits of armour which they wore, And let the bodies lie, but bound the suits Of armour on their horses, each on each, And tied the bridle-reins of all the three Together, and said to her, 'Drive them on Before you;' and she drove them thro' the waste.