1 Hanging lights made emerald caverns in the depths of foliage, and whitened the spray of a fountain falling among lilies.
2 It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.
3 He struck out through the spray, and, for an instant, was dimly seen through that veil, wildly seeking to remove himself from the eye of Moby Dick.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 54. The Town-Ho's Story. 4 In about three minutes' time, Queequeg's harpoon was flung; the stricken fish darted blinding spray in our faces, and then running away with us like light, steered straight for the heart of the herd.
5 And I am about drenched with this spray.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 121. Midnight.—The Forecastle Bulwarks. 6 Rains and spray had damped it; sun and wind had warped it; all the elements had combined to rot a thing that hung so idly.
7 But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 128. The Pequod Meets The Rachel. 8 Once the youth saw a spray of light forms go in houndlike leaps toward the waving blue lines.
9 In the middle of the court, a fountain threw high its silvery water, falling in a never-ceasing spray into a marble basin, fringed with a deep border of fragrant violets.
10 It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and he sat watching the rising and falling spray of the fountain, and listening to its murmur.
11 Far away, from among the Kentish woods there rose a thin spray of smoke.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 12 The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 13 The long sweep of green water roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamour.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 14 The blackish soil is kept forever soft by the incessant drift of spray, and a bird would leave its tread upon it.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem 15 I lay upon my face and peered over with the spray spouting up all around me.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XII. The Adventure of The Final Problem