I felt the structure of our time-honored militaristic arguments
crumbling about me.
It was a small affair, only a few tons of earth and
crumbling rock; but, starting from fifty feet above, it had struck the water pipe with force sufficient to break it at a connection.
Swaying rhythmically with the ambling paces of his good little cob, drinking in the warm yet fresh scent of the snow and the air, as he rode through his forest over the
crumbling, wasted snow, still left in parts, and covered with dissolving tracks, he rejoiced over every tree, with the moss reviving on its bark and the buds swelling on its shoots.
these walls - these ivy-clad arcades - These mouldering plinths - these sad and blackened shafts - These vague entablatures - this
crumbling frieze - These shattered cornices - this wreck - this ruin - These stones - alas!
Never before had La passed beyond the
crumbling outer walls of Opar; but never before had need been so insistent.
He abandoned his pursuit of the two Folk and sprang up the bluff toward the rest of us, clawing at the
crumbling rock and snarling as he clawed his upward way.
This rude and neglected building was one of those deserted works, which, having been thrown up on an emergency, had been abandoned with the disappearance of danger, and was now quietly
crumbling in the solitude of the forest, neglected and nearly forgotten, like the circumstances which had caused it to be reared.
He stopped for an instant to look upon its smoking walls, and at the stars that shone through roof and floor upon the heap of
crumbling ashes.
Another narrow passage led through this wall, and at its end Tarzan and his warriors found themselves in a broad avenue, on the opposite side of which
crumbling edifices of hewn granite loomed dark and forbidding.
The eight great polished columns stood up in the dusk like so many huge piles supporting the threatening,
crumbling, big-bellied cliffs whose layers were represented by the circular, parallel, waving lines of the balconies of the grand, first and second tiers of boxes.
Then, with a whistling note that rose above the droning of the pit, the beam swung close over their heads, lighting the tops of the beech trees that line the road, and splitting the bricks, smashing the windows, firing the window frames, and bring- ing down in
crumbling ruin a portion of the gable of the house nearest the corner.
He felt that everything was now at an end, all was in confusion and
crumbling to pieces, that nobody was right or wrong, the future held nothing, and there was no escape from this position.
