The weapons with which we have gained our most important victories, which should be handed down as heirlooms from father to son, are not the sword and the lance, but the bushwhack, the turf-cutter, the spade, and the bog hoe, rusted
with the blood of many a meadow, and begrimed with the dust of many a hard-fought field.
Through the rusted
bars, tastes, rather than glimpses, were caught of the jumbled neighbourhood; and nothing within range, nearer or lower than the summits of the two great towers of Notre-Dame, had any promise on it of healthy life or wholesome aspirations.
We sat before a little fire, with two bricks put within the rusted
grate, one on each side, to prevent its burning too many coals; until another debtor, who shared the room with Mr.
Chains and shackles, which had been the portion of former captives, from whom active exertions to escape had been apprehended, hung rusted
and empty on the walls of the prison, and in the rings of one of those sets of fetters there remained two mouldering bones, which seemed to have been once those of the human leg, as if some prisoner had been left not only to perish there, but to be consumed to a skeleton.
You could still trace the stone causeways that led up to the ruined gates where the last splinters of wood hung to the worn, rusted
Robin did not fancy getting his feet wet, or his fine suit of mail rusted
, so he paused on the hither bank to rest and take his bearings.
She, without having analyzed his character, was partly aware of a quiet selfishness, that had rusted
into his inactive mind; of a peculiar sort of vanity, the most uneasy attribute about him; of a disposition to craft which had seldom produced more positive effects than the keeping of petty secrets, hardly worth revealing; and, lastly, of what she called a little strangeness, sometimes, in the good man.
I approached, wondering to what house this well-protected garden appertained; I turned the angle of the wall, thinking to see some stately residence; I was close upon great iron gates; there was a hut serving for a lodge near, but I had no occasion to apply for the key--the gates were open; I pushed one leaf back--rain had rusted
its hinges, for it groaned dolefully as they revolved.
If there was a lever to be pulled on the disk, very likely it was rusted
and refused to give unless he yanked until he was short of breath and his heart beat fast; four horses were so unruly and hard to keep in place; the gates were all so heavy--they were not easy to lift and then drag open.