This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a
slumberous offence to the company's eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them all against the edges of the stairs.
I stepped out of the door into the
slumberous heat of the late afternoon, and walking past the main entrance--locked again, I noticed-- turned the corner of the wall
A
slumberous veil diffused itself over his countenance, and had an effect, morally speaking, on its naturally delicate and elegant outline, like that which a brooding mist, with no sunshine in it, throws over the features of a landscape.
As the glass door closed behind Dorian, Lord Henry turned and looked at the duchess with his
slumberous eyes.
I too felt a
slumberous influence after watching him half an hour, as he sat thus with his eyes half open, like a cat, winged brother of the cat.
I hurried on board with the rest of the passengers, most of whom were in great perturbation: some bawling out for their baggage; some tearing their hair and exclaiming that the boat would explode or sink; some already pale with the heaving of the stream; some gazing affrighted at the ugly aspect of the steersman; and some still dizzy with the
slumberous influences of the Enchanted Ground.
There, beside the fireplace, the brave old General used to sit; while the Surveyor -- though seldom, when it could be avoided, taking upon himself the difficult task of engaging him in conversation -- was fond of standing at a distance, and watching his quiet and almost
slumberous countenance.
"Bumblebees have a really thick and lovely fur coat, tend to be bigger and have a slightly
slumberous gait in the air.
Bumblebees have a really thick, lovely fur coat, are bigger and have a slightly
slumberous gait in the air.
Due to the strength and quality of the squad, they've been able to recover from
slumberous starts and get the job done.
Awakened from their comfortable lives, made to know that there is a big noise out there waiting for each of us, to rouse us from our
slumberous lives.
Terrorism is rampant, both state-sponsored and "free-lance," and putatively "free" countries have been weakened to the point of ineffectiveness--and defenselessness--by their own socially progressive policies, timidly huddling behind their sieve-like borders, stripping their military forces to the bone in order to fund domestic programs intended to keep their citizens
slumberous. Nations like Iran, communist China and Russia, unconstrained by high-sounding platitudes, are carving up the planet while the UN quibbles and squeaks.
