1 The animals chased them right down to the bottom of the field, and got in some last kicks at them as they forced their way through the thorn hedge.
2 Words came to the surface--he remembered "a stricken deer in whose lean flank the world's harsh scorn has struck its thorn."
3 The pause was filled up by the intonation of a pollard thorn a little way to windward, the breezes filtering through its unyielding twigs as through a strainer.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 1: 9 Love Leads a Shrewd Man into Strategy 4 A fire was burning under a pollard thorn a few paces off, over which three kettles hung in a row.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 4: 3 She Goes Out to Battle against Depression 5 , just at nightfall, on a December evening, knapsack on back and thorn club in hand, a large fire had broken out in the town-hall.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 5: CHAPTER I—THE HISTORY OF A PROGRESS IN BLACK GLASS TRINKE... 6 Everything was on fire; the thorn cudgel snapped and threw out sparks to the middle of the chamber.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 7: CHAPTER III—A TEMPEST IN A SKULL 7 One puts on gloves before grasping a thorn cudgel.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 5: CHAPTER X—WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT 8 It was fastened on the bush with a long thorn, and in a minute she knew Dickon had left it there.
9 It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
10 Every sinful act is a thorn piercing His head.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 11 It sat in a lot behind a rail fence and thorn bushes, near the sweetest of springs.
12 This, however, none of them could ever do; for the thorns and bushes laid hold of them, as it were with hands; and there they stuck fast, and died wretchedly.
13 He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.
14 The thorns soon began to tear his clothes till they all hung in rags about him, and he himself was all scratched and wounded, so that the blood ran down.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 15 "No, nor felt such thorns," returned Laurie, with his thumb in his mouth, after a vain attempt to capture a solitary scarlet flower that grew just beyond his reach.