I felt the structure of our time-honored militaristic arguments crumbling
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.
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 next moment a young man, with a final slide down the crumbling
wall, alighted at my feet.
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.
The walls, crumbling
to ruin, had been destroyed as useless obstacles that cumbered the ground.
When the visitor has mounted the crumbling
steps of this ancient donjon, he reaches a little plateau where, in the seventeenth century, Georges Philibert de Sequigny, Lord of the Glandier, Maisons-Neuves and other places, built the existing town in an abominably rococo style of architecture.