The barometer announced a speedy change, the mercury rising and falling capriciously; the sea also, in the south-east, raised long surges
which indicated a tempest.
The limpid water, ne'er ruffled by the rude breathings of the wind, shines with golden tints to the homage of the rising sun, while the light bark gallantly lashes the surge
, rocking before the propelling gale, and forcibly brings to the appalled mind the fleeting hours of time.
There he doubled up in limp agony, for the Wheeling "stogie "joined with the surge
and jar of the screw to sieve out his soul.
Kotuko and the girl took hold of hands and smiled, for the clear, full roar of the surge
among the ice reminded them of salmon and reindeer time and the smell of blossoming ground- willows.
Dawn was breaking over them when Wade, surrendering to a surge
of pity, put his arms around her with awkward gentleness.
Mark them as they surge
along--men and women, old and young, gentle and simple, fair and foul, rich and poor, merry and sad--all hurrying, bustling, scrambling.
I was more than ever frightened of myself, thinking anew of her against whom I was a witness, of the owner of Chesney Wold, of the new and terrible meaning of the old words now moaning in my ear like a surge
upon the shore, "Your mother, Esther, was your disgrace, and you are hers.
With one mighty downward surge
I swept him clear of the deck.
There were portraits of men with large, melancholy eyes which seemed to say you knew not what; there were long monks in the Franciscan habit or in the Dominican, with distraught faces, making gestures whose sense escaped you; there was an Assumption of the Virgin; there was a Crucifixion in which the painter by some magic of feeling had been able to suggest that the flesh of Christ's dead body was not human flesh only but divine; and there was an Ascension in which the Saviour seemed to surge
up towards the empyrean and yet to stand upon the air as steadily as though it were solid ground: the uplifted arms of the Apostles, the sweep of their draperies, their ecstatic gestures, gave an impression of exultation and of holy joy.
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge
into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge
of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver surface, were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight.
The sea, though it was a thin and sparkling water here, which seemed incapable of surge
or anger, eventually narrowed itself, clouded its pure tint with grey, and swirled through narrow channels and dashed in a shiver of broken waters against massive granite rocks.