Menelaus at least, when he caught a glimpse somehow of the breasts of Helen unclad
, cast away his sword, methinks.
I flung the warm shawl over her, and drew the edges tight around her neck, for I dreaded lest she should get some deadly chill from the night air, unclad as she was.
Lucy always wakes prettily, and even at such a time, when her body must have been chilled with cold, and her mind somewhat appalled at waking unclad in a churchyard at night, she did not lose her grace.
As well as he could make out he was unclad
, with a thick black beard, long tangled hair, and bare legs and feet, his thighs were covered by breeches apparently of tawny velvet but so ragged that they showed his skin in several places.
limbs were beautifully formed; whilst the elegant outline of his figure, together with his beardless cheeks, might have entitled him to the distinction of standing for the statue of the Polynesian Apollo; and indeed the oval of his countenance and the regularity of every feature reminded one of an antique bust.
But unlike Captain Peleg --who cared not a rush for what are called serious things, and indeed deemed those selfsame serious things the veriest of all trifles --Captain Bildad had not only been originally educated according to the strictest sect of Nantucket Quakerism, but all his subsequent ocean life, and the sight of many unclad
, lovely island creatures, round the Horn --all that had not moved this native born Quaker one single jot, had not so much as altered one angle of his vest.
The mirror descended low, and yet it reflected nothing but a large unclad
The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad
, and incomplete in the urban compound.
NEW YORK (AP) -- When you're Tom Ford, there are few fashion frontiers left to conquer, so men's underwear it was at his New York Fashion week menswear show, on an army of otherwise unclad
models showing off metallic animal prints and seven skin tones for his first collection of skivvies.
Exposed: The Naked Portrait will look at depictions of the unclad
human figure from prehistory to the present day.
for in the gloom she could only find her flannel vest and petticoat" (58), reveals just how much domestic narratives depend upon the respectably-clothed female form, for at this moment the Kangaroo collides with the whaler that sinks it, launching Augusta into a wild, romantic story featuring an appropriately unclad
According to details, fake pir named Gulab Shah had erected a special room for this illicit practice along with his residence where the culprit raped female devotees under guise of writing amulet on their unclad