As I did not let go of the cloak, the shadow turned round; and I saw a terrible death's head, which darted a look at me from a pair of scorching
The day is so warm, and the sun's rays so scorching
, that the water in the pond looks very cool and inviting.
He had a vision of a high-lying cattle-drive in California, and the bed of a dried stream with one muddy pool, by which the vaqueros had encamped: splendid sun over all, the big bonfire blazing, the strips of cow browning and smoking on a skewer of wood; how warm it was, how savoury the steam of scorching
He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching
heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned.
The sun had nearly reached the meridian, and his scorching
rays fell full on the rocks, which seemed themselves sensible of the heat.
De Winter shrank back from the fire of those scorching
On came Antaeus, hopping and capering with the scorching
heat of his rage, and getting new vigor wherewith to wreak his passion, every time he hopped.
He understood it all now--the locket and everything else that had been doubtful to him: a terrible scorching
light showed him the hidden letters that changed the meaning of the past.
Yes, reader, as I live, six months out of sight of land; cruising after the sperm-whale beneath the scorching
sun of the Line, and tossed on the billows of the wide-rolling Pacific--the sky above, the sea around, and nothing else
again repeated the Leather-Stocking; “what ease can there be to an old man, who must walk a mile across the open fields, before he can find a shade to hide him from a scorching
My father was called away before he had finished his sentence, and he left my mind resting on the word PRAGUE, with a strange sense that a new and wondrous scene was breaking upon me: a city under the broad sunshine, that seemed to me as if it were the summer sunshine of a long-past century arrested in its course--unrefreshed for ages by dews of night, or the rushing rain-cloud; scorching
the dusty, weary, time-eaten grandeur of a people doomed to live on in the stale repetition of memories, like deposed and superannuated kings in their regal gold-inwoven tatters.
After three or four months of the scorching
hot weather had gone by, my friend Strickland, of the police force, saw fit to rent the bungalow from the native landlord.