Bagheera looked along his ragged, dusty flank
As I passed the flank
of the waiting green men they saw my eyes turned upon them, and in an instant, knowing that all secrecy was at an end, those nearest me sprang to their feet in an effort to cut me off before I could reach the gate.
Our front line and that of the enemy were far apart on the right and left flanks
, but in the center where the men with a flag of truce had passed that morning, the lines were so near together that the men could see one another's faces and speak to one another.
With an instant curve, that was almost spasmodic, of his body, Michael flung his flank
clear, leaving the other's mouth full of his hair, and at the same moment drove his teeth through an ear till they met.
Richardson has remarked, with the posterior part of their bodies rather wide and with the skin on their flanks
rather full, to the so-called flying squirrels; and flying squirrels have their limbs and even the base of the tail united by a broad expanse of skin, which serves as a parachute and allows them to glide through the air to an astonishing distance from tree to tree.
From the bull's side, just forward of the flank
, protruded a feathered arrow-end, which accounted for his savageness.
The herd, as the column spread and thickened, was like the endless flocks of the smaller birds, whose extended flanks
are so often seen to heave up out of the abyss of the heavens, until they appear as countless as the leaves in those forests, over which they wing their endless flight.
There were the two horses straining and struggling with all their might to drag the cart out, but they could not move it; the sweat streamed from their legs and flanks
, their sides heaved, and every muscle was strained, while the man, fiercely pulling at the head of the fore horse, swore and lashed most brutally.
Give ear, cruel knight; Draw rein; where's the need Of spurring the flanks
Of that ill-broken steed?
Then the boy cracked his whip and touched the animal's flanks
with it, and after a low moan of protest Jim stepped slowly along the road.
The forgotten past rubbed flanks
with the present--while Tom Billings, modern of the moderns, passed in the garb of pre-Glacial man, and before him trotted a creature of a breed scarce sixty years old.
Say good-bye to your brother, Jerry," Villa Kennan prompted in Jerry's ear, as she held him, his quivering flanks
between her two palms, on the rail where she had lifted him.