In another instant the tree was deserted; the figures of the five millionaires of Devil's Ford, crossing the fierce
glare of the open space, with boyish alacrity, glistened in the sunlight, and then disappeared in the nearest fringe of thickets.
Even as I beheld this a lurid green
glare lit the road about me and showed the distant woods towards Addlestone.
TABLE BAY--Devil's Peak
Glare removed to Simonsberg.
At length there came a flash so appallingly bright that in its
glare Nature seemed to be standing still.
Mr Sampson became thoughtfully red, and felt called upon to encircle Miss Lavinia's waist with his arm; but, encountering a large pin in the young lady's belt, scarified a finger, uttered a sharp exclamation, and attracted the lightning of Mrs Wilfer's
glare.
Now and then during the night horses had galloped at a smart pace over the Buytenhof, the heavy tramp of the patrols had resounded from the pavement, and the slow matches of the arquebuses, flaring in the east wind, had thrown up at intervals a sudden
glare as far as to the panes of his window.
The man was hurrying to the door, when suddenly there came towards them on the wind, the loud and rapid tolling of an alarm-bell, and then a bright and vivid
glare streamed up, which illumined, not only the whole chamber, but all the country.
I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its
glare. I did so, and eking out the flicker with a scrap of paper from my pocket, I made good my retreat to the narrow tunnel.
I saw more things on that starry night, by that blood-red
glare, than I have told you in their order, and more things than I shall tell you now.
I gather the larkspur Over the hillside, Blown mid the chaos Of boulder and bellbine; Hating the tyrant Who made me an outcast, Who of his leisure Now spares me no moment: Drinking the mountain spring, Shading at noon-day Under the cypress My limbs from the sun
glare. What though he summon me Back to his palace, I cannot fall To the level of princes.
424-442) Then the stout hearted son of Zeus let him be, and himself watched for the onset of manslaying Ares: fiercely he stared, like a lion who has come upon a body and full eagerly rips the hide with his strong claws and takes away the sweet life with all speed: his dark heart is filled with rage and his eyes
glare fiercely, while he tears up the earth with his paws and lashes his flanks and shoulders with his tail so that no one dares to face him and go near to give battle.
And by and by out we would swing again into the
glare.
