Around it was a patch of silent common, smouldering in places, and with a few dark, dimly seen objects lying in contorted
attitudes here and there.
I had crossed a marshy tract full of willows, bulrushes, and odd, outlandish, swampy trees; and I had now come out upon the skirts of an open piece of undulating, sandy country, about a mile long, dotted with a few pines and a great number of contorted
trees, not unlike the oak in growth, but pale in the foliage, like willows.
Why assume that a doubled-up body, a contorted
, purple face, and a gaping mouth emitting a series of ear-splitting shrieks point to a state of more intelligent happiness than a pensive face reposing upon a little white hand, and a pair of gentle tear-dimmed eyes looking back through Time's dark avenue upon a fading past?
The old man contorted
himself aboard, rolling his body across the gunwale so quickly, that, even while it started to capsize, his weight was across the danger-point and counterbalancing the canoe to its proper equilibrium.
The coachman reined in his four black steeds, and the whole cavalcade came to a pause in front of the contorted
iron balustrade that fenced the Province House from the public street.
Under the trees several pheasants lay about, their rich plumage dabbled with blood; some were dead, some feebly twitching a wing, some staring up at the sky, some pulsating quickly, some contorted
, some stretched out--all of them writhing in agony, except the fortunate ones whose tortures had ended during the night by the inability of nature to bear more.
"Oh!" replied the giant, making an effort that contorted
every muscle of his body - "oh!
Of an impulsive and passionate nature, she had fortified herself to encounter the stings and venomous stabs of public contumely, wreaking itself in every variety of insult; but there was a quality so much more terrible in the solemn mood of the popular mind, that she longed rather to behold all those rigid countenances contorted
with scornful merriment, and herself the object.
There was no color in him; his features were contorted
and set, and sweat-drops stood upon his forehead.
As soon as the room was lighted up, Liza sprang up, sat up in bed, and with a contorted
face, with a half insane smile, looked at me almost senselessly.
Suddenly beyond her I saw the beautiful face of Phaidor contorted
into an expression of malign hatred.
Their awesome, bestial faces were contorted
in the most diabolical expressions, as they accused each other of responsibility for the loss.